Arknightcraft Modpack (Steve in Terra) (Minecraft x Arknight) Chapter 200: Kal'tsit is Warming Up!

"Why do you insist on sticking your nose into every bit of excitent? And now you want to notify the entire island for sothing like this? What exactly do you take Rhodes Island for?"

Inside Kal'tsit's office, a green-haired Feline frowned as she glared at the young man in front of her.

It had been less than half an hour since she had sent Steven away, and yet here he was again, standing before her with that sa mischievous grin.

She had long been aware of the so-called "Swivel Chair Championship" the Elite Operators had organized.

But since it was one of the few recreational activities they had, she had chosen to turn a blind eye.

Given how exhausting their work was, it was only natural for them to find ways to unwind.

However, now, this guy suddenly wanted her to expand this event to the entire island?

Did he really think that doctors and infected patients had as much free ti as he did?

Steven shrugged casually.

"Just think of it like a festival. I'll cover all the food, drinks, and whatever else is needed. Heck, I'll even be extra generous—if any of the patients get injured, I'll personally handle it. Now tell , isn't that enough to convince you?"

Kal'tsit's frown deepened.

This wasn't a matter of whether or not she was convinced—

"I just don't understand what you're getting out of all this."

She studied the young man in front of her.

His offer was indeed enticing.

If he truly intended to provide everything himself, then making Rhodes Island a little more lively wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

And as for the food and alcohol Steven was offering—

Kal'tsit had heard Outcast ntion it before.

Apparently, it was on par with what royalty and aristocrats consud.

But what really bothered her was this:

Steven had always been the type to expect sothing in return for everything he did.

So why was he suddenly so eager to get involved in this for no apparent benefit?

Sothing about this felt... off.

But the man in front of her simply tapped his fingers on her desk and smiled.

"Life is about seeking joy and following your heart, isn't it? I like this race, so I want more people to join in. That's all there is to it. So—are you approving it or not?"

Then, as if worried that his words alone wouldn't be enough to sway her, Steven reached into his pocket (Inventory) and pulled out a bottle of healing potion, placing it on her desk.

"The top three winners will each get one of these. And the champion? They can make one request of —so long as it's not too unreasonable, I'll fulfill it."

"Now tell , Kal'tsit—wouldn't that be tempting enough for people?"

Kal'tsit remained silent.

She stared at Steven, as if trying to see straight into his soul—

But his eyes were clear.

No deception, no ulterior motives.

Just pure genuine enthusiasm.

After a long mont, she shifted her gaze to the potion on her desk.

As soone who had researched this for nearly a month, she knew exactly how terrifyingly powerful it was.

And yet, Steven had previously claid he only had one left.

Now he was suddenly offering three as prizes?

So he was lying back then, huh?

Figures. n's words are as unreliable as the wind.

But she had to admit, this offer was incredibly tempting.

On this war-torn land, very few people could ignore the allure of such a miraculous potion.

After all, this was essentially an extra life.

And for the dical staff, the research potential of this alone was priceless.

Of course, what truly piqued Kal'tsit's interest was actually the additional condition that Steven had attached at the end.

At first glance, "making one request of him" didn't sound like anything particularly special.

After all, just by appearances alone, Steven didn't seem like soone with imnse power or influence.

But only soone like Kal'tsit, who had witnessed his miracles firsthand, could understand just how valuable this so-called "one request" truly was.

"I want to clarify sothing—when you say 'nothing too unreasonable,' what exactly do you an?"

"For example, if I asked you to overthrow Ursus' rule, would that be considered unreasonable?"

Kal'tsit had no intention of stopping Steven any further.

Instead, she simply sought confirmation, posing a heavyweight question in return.

Steven scratched his head in mild distress.

"Uh... yeah, that's definitely a bit excessive. "

"Overthrowing an entire nation's ruling power isn't exactly an easy task."

Then, after a brief pause, he casually added:

"If you just wanted to go assassinate the current Emperor and all the nobles, though—That, I could do."

Kal'tsit's gaze sharpened slightly.

If it were anyone else saying sothing like this, she would have imdiately assud they needed ntal evaluation.

But the problem was, it was Steven who had said it.

And she had no reason to doubt that he could actually do it.

So this guy... he does have so understanding of his own power, huh?

Steven, however, was completely unfazed by her stare.

"So? What's the verdict? You're the one who calls the shots here, right? If you're not on board, I'll just go ask that little rabbit instead."

Tapping his fingers impatiently on the desk, Steven was already preparing to leave and find Amiya.

Given her personality, if she believed that this would make everyone on Rhodes Island happier and more engaged, she definitely wouldn't refuse.

Kal'tsit sighed inwardly before finally speaking.

"No need to bother her."

"I'll explain it to her myself."

"Besides, there's no real reason for Rhodes Island to reject this event."

At last, she withdrew her piercing gaze from Steven.

Instead, she turned her attention to the other Feline in the room.

A certain black-haired troublemaker who had been quietly counting ants in the corner, doing her best to minimize her presence.

Kal'tsit knew perfectly well that she was the true instigator behind everything.

If Blaze hadn't approached Steven about this, he probably wouldn't have gotten involved in organizing the event to this extent.

"Miss Blaze, would you mind explaining the rules and registration process for this 'Swivel Chair Championship'? I need to ensure I can properly inform the rest of the island."

Kal'tsit's serious tone made Blaze blink in surprise.

Discussing the rules and format of such a ridiculous competition with this level of professionalism…

It was almost surreal.

"Huh? Rules? What kind of rules do you even need?"

"Whoever reaches the finish line first wins, right? We don't really restrict thods either—technically, as long as you can win, any approach is fair ga."

Kal'tsit nodded slightly, making a note.

"So in short, there are no official rules—whoever crosses the finish line first is the winner?"

Blaze suddenly felt that sothing was off.

She quickly clarified:

"The one condition is that you can't harm anyone!"

"It's not completely lawless, okay? We're not turning this into an all-out brawl—It's still just a chair-racing competition."

"Hmm, understandable. There do need to be so restrictions. Otherwise, if it turns into a real fight, it kind of loses its fun."

Steven chid in at this mont, agreeing with the sentint.

He was here for a race, after all.

Having items in the competition was fine, but turning it into a free-for-all brawl would completely defeat the purpose of the event.

"So, can anyone sign up for this? Including ?"

Kal'tsit nodded as she posed the question—

And Blaze nearly dropped her jaw in shock.

Of course, anyone could sign up, B=but for Kal'tsit, of all people—soone who rarely left her office, and even when she did, always carried that stern, unreadable expression—to suddenly show interest in this event?

The very thought of Kal'tsit sitting on a rolling chair, furiously kicking off the ground to accelerate forward was enough to make Blaze feel like her entire worldview was collapsing.

What kind of bizarre circumstances would have to unfold for her to act so out of character?

Even in her wildest dreams, Blaze had never imagined sothing like this.

But Kal'tsit had asked the question, so she had to give an answer.

"Of course, you can! There aren't any real restrictions, right? As long as soone wants to participate, they can."

Then, with a sigh, she tossed this hot potato straight over to Steven.

"But maybe you should ask our dear sponsor here if he's okay with it."

Honestly, Blaze wanted nothing more than to disappear back into her dorm.

She had originally just wanted to rope Steven in so she could get so good drinks out of it, so how did this suddenly turn into such a big, official event?

Was it actually going to turn into the massive Rhodes Island festival she had been exaggerating about?

Steven, however, was completely unfazed.

"I've got no problem with it. Anyone can join."

Then he stroked his chin, thinking aloud.

"But if too many people sign up, then we definitely can't hold it in that tiny Engineering Departnt room anymore."

"I can handle the chair supply, but as for the venue—"

Kal'tsit imdiately stepped in with a solution.

"I can have the Engineering Departnt clear out the flight deck."

"There's more than enough space there, and it would also be a suitable venue for the banquet you ntioned."

"However, your promised drinks and food must be provided to the Logistics Departnt ahead of ti so they can set up properly."

Once Kal'tsit got serious, she was surprisingly efficient.

Just like that, she had arranged for them to use the uppermost deck of Rhodes Island—a space large enough for aircraft to land and take off.

It was practically the size of several football fields, more than enough room for a chair-racing competition.

Steven nodded in satisfaction.

"Then we're all set."

"Let's make this as lively as possible—think of it as both a party and a festival."

Then, looking at Kal'tsit with a smirk, he added—

"I'll leave the job of informing everyone to you. That shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"

Steven wasn't worried at all.

With his supplies, he could keep all of Rhodes Island partying for days, and it wouldn't even put a dent in his EMC points.

Not to ntion, he still had his EMC energy collector and the Originium Core, both capable of generating resources indefinitely.

Kal'tsit, true to form, wasted no ti.

Just as Steven predicted, she quickly spread the announcent across the island.

Then, she sat down in her chair, her gaze sharpening with determination.

This ti, she would claim first place—no matter what.

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