About Me Being Picked Up by Tallulah for Adoption

Kelsey looked at Orson, his emerald green pupils staring straight at him.

The disappearance of the doctor, the physical characteristics of Orson, his misidentified race-these questions seem to have found the answer.

"You are not a doctor, but you did inherit everything from her. By now, I can be sure of your race."

"You are not Ursus, Ferrin, Ruper, Vaivan, any creature on Terra, but you are not [human] either."

"You are—a Chimera."

"Chimera...?"

【You will become a Chimera, Orson...Sorry, this is my last waywardness, until the end I am causing trouble for others, I really...I can't even make amends. 】

Certain memories that were firmly locked up and would never come to light, seemed to loosen slightly for a moment along with Kelsey's words.

The boring life in the north is always a winter of blizzards, the covered race, and the tuned song that has been lingering in my mind.

And most importantly, the last words of the woman calling herself "Doctor."In the room with simple and elegant decoration, Orson sat on a chair, beside Kelsey who was expressionless, and in front of him was the eldest sister who was sitting at the table and dressed in fashionable and gorgeous clothes.

Orson is currently in the Human Resources Department of Rhodes Island, and the woman in front of him is the head of the Human Resources Department codenamed [Zilan].

"Well, am I not a sick person? Why do you still come to the personnel department...?"

Orson asked Kelsey in a low voice, this kind of interview-like atmosphere accidentally made Orson a little PTSD, and he was unfamiliar with the place, so Orson was more restrained in such a formal occasion.

"Because the personnel department will be responsible for handling all files, whether it's patient numbers or operators."

Orson's doubts were still heard by Zilan. This woman who looked like the cover of a fashion magazine explained while taking out a form from a drawer.

"Furthermore, in Rhodes Island, the boundary between operators and patients is not so clear. Most people who are unable to repay their debts will use the method of becoming an operator to serve Rhodes Island to compensate for their expenses."

"Isn't this just squeezing the blood and sweat of the patient—"

"It's a rational use of resources."

Kelsey interrupted Orson, although the latter still wanted to refute something, but looked at mon3tr whose head was sticking out from Kelsey's back, and closed his mouth.

"In short, the personnel department will first create a file for you and enter the most basic information, such as operator code, place of birth, birthday, etc."

Zilan handed the form and the gel pen to Orson, motioning him to fill in the contents of the form.

"Gender: Male, Name: Orson, Place of Birth: Ursas, Combat Experience: Hmm... two years. Birthday? Just make it up, February 2th, race, uh..."

When filling in the [race] column, Orson stopped writing, and he recalled what Kelsey said to himself in front of the sarcophagus.

"You are a Chimera—a species that is a mixture of [humans] and other races. This is not a simple hybrid, but a fusion that affects, covers the soul, and now inherits everything from her in your body."

"But...she didn't take the lead in the fusion, but chose to give up the residue of consciousness and memory. [She] transcribed everything about herself into your body, but she didn't choose to take over the one named [Orson] Body control—she could have done that."

"..."

Orson didn't understand Kelsey's words, he just felt an indescribable tingling in his heart.

——I inherited everything from 'Doctor'?

"Let's skip this line for now, your cognitive filter is still there, as long as the topic does not involve race, it will not attract attention."

Kelsey's voice jolted Orson out of his memory, and he nodded past the race, then came to the 'height' column.

"Height - 170...It hurts!"

Orson carefully and tentatively wrote 170, but was knocked on the head by Kelsey with a file clip.

"165...?"

Orson changed the number and looked at Kelsey, but Kelsey was directly dragged from the chair to the measuring instrument next to him.

"163."

Queen Mother Kai declared the truth mercilessly.

"There must be something wrong with the machine...! Ino is almost 160! I'm applying for a retest——oooh!"

"Drink more milk, Dr. Orson. The basic file entry is over, let's go to the next place."

Orson, whose application was directly rejected, was dragged out of the HR department by Kelsey.

Seeing the scene of Kelsey dragging Orson away, Zi Lan sighed.

"Haha... It seems that Kelsey picked up a strange guy again, and this time it seems to be very interesting."

Zilan looked at the basic file in her hand. In the race column, there was a word "odd", but it was crossed out soon.

"Okay, let's see what resumes I received today~ Six-star, no, six-star, no, five-star, no, six-star, no, four-star, admitted, four-star, admitted—"

"Hmm... the number is not enough for ten, forget it, just add a few more Closs and Yanrong Furong."

Zi Lan quickly sorted out ten resumes, and stuffed them into the luggage bag with the Rhodes Island LOGO printed on it.

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After leaving the personnel department, Orson went to the training ground under the leadership of Kelsey.

"This is the training base for newly promoted officers. Normally, you should be taken for medical examination first, but the medical room was destroyed by an... operator, and Lucille is still repairing the power supply in the medical room. line."

Kelsey explained that at the same time, a woman from the Pelo tribe in a dark blue uniform with a leather whip pinned around her waist came in front of the two.

"Doctor Kelsey, is he the recruit who is going to be tested?"

"Yes, this is instructor Dubin. You will undergo a comprehensive combat physical examination under her guidance."

Kelsey handed the file backup to Dubin, who raised his eyebrows after taking it.

"Is the combat experience two years? Then I will conduct tests according to the standard specifications."

"Please teach me more, Instructor Dupin."

"Uh, um."

Orson bowed to Dupin, which left a good impression on Dupin.

Generally, the operators who come here to train have strange tempers, but ordinary and humble guys like Xiang Orson are rare.

"A 19-year-old, um...a well-developed Dulin?"

Dubin looked at the file and then at Orson, asking uncertainly.

"I can't stay on this island! I'm leaving now!!"

Orson ran away angrily, and was caught back by mon3tr with a groan.

"Stop messing around, Dr. Orson."

Kelsey was not angry and pretentious, and her oppressive force was full.

"I see... Well, since this is the case, let me show you the true power of [Tuner]."

The ancients have said: come all come.

Now that Queen Mother Kai has abducted her onto this black ship, let's do a good job.

No matter how you say it, you have to make yourself a 6-star human rights limited operator, right?

Orson geared up and followed Dubin to a compartment.

"The first test is physical strength. Generally speaking, Dr. Kelsey will perform the test during the physical examination, but there is also a corresponding test method here."

"Physical strength... in what way?"

Orson asked curiously, and Dubin took out a baguette, a wooden stick, a D32 steel electric baton in turn,

"Choose one and hit your head."

"It's too rough! Besides, besides the baguette, can you really smash your head with it..."

"Huh? Baguettes are the highest level [excellent] test item."

"Ah...so this is the setting."

Orson wiped his sweat.

"It's okay to abstain, it will default to the normal level."

Kelsey added lightly from the side, but this sentence aroused Orson's self-motivation.

I am, the second-in-command to the head of the integrated sports team, Orson Olga!A few iron bars don't matter!

"How could it be possible to abstain...! Give me a stick!"

Orson Shinichiko chose the wooden stick of [Standard] strength, then gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

30 seconds later—

"Physical strength, normal."

Kelsey recorded the first result with a blank face, and then glanced at @△@ Orson with a bump on his head.

Maybe I really should try to distinguish Orson and 'Doctor' as two different existences.

After all... the doctor was not so silly back then.

He got off to a bad start, and got the worst [normal] standard right away.

Although Instructor Dubin explained to Orson that there are [defects] and [others] after normal, but the defects correspond to the disabled, and the others correspond to the medical car, which is not a consolation for Orson.

——In short, no matter what happens next, you must not lose face!I'm here on behalf of the integration movement, I must let Rhodes Island know the true strength of the integration movement!No matter what happens next, I will do my best!

Orson ignited on his own, which made Dubin next to him frown.

"Dr. Kelsey, Orson, he...has a fever?"

"It's just pointless competitiveness."

Kelsey looked calm, and then summoned Mon3tr to bring a bucket of water to calm Orson (Physical).

In short, the three of them came to the next test site.

"What is the content of this test, Instructor Dupin?"

Orson asked while wiping his head with a towel.

"[Battlefield Maneuver] is also a test divided into four categories of standards—excellent, excellent, standard, and ordinary."

While introducing, Dubin showed Orson the test tracks of different levels in turn.

The common test environment is a 100-meter round-trip obstacle course, and Orson has seen similar ones at sports meet before.