Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

Next, it was time for the mercenaries to hunt.

And the prey—of course, needs to have some skills to bring more fun.

Having retrieved the two spears, Pero didn't linger, leaving his back, laden with weapons, to W and the others who were still near the warehouse.

Despite his not-so-strong legs, he mustered all his strength, leaving a trail of smoke on the ground, and sprinted toward the direction where he had thrown the supplies, never letting go of the piece of compressed food he had been holding in his mouth.

"Was it good luck or... that I didn't step on a single landmine?"

The Sarkaz, armed with melee weapons, followed closely behind. The terrain, which they both had to carefully consider before proceeding, seemed like flat ground beneath Pero's feet.

Meanwhile, the mercenaries skilled in long-range combat followed closely behind, spreading out at various forks in the road to flank the fleeing Pero from other positions.

As for W himself, he charged ahead, inconsiderately leaving the other mercenaries behind, completely disregarding the fact that he was the one who could accurately direct them to avoid the landmines.

Even so, Pero, who moved with incredible speed, still managed to leave W far behind.

She was moving in a roughly straight line, but due to the occasional building ruins and forks in the road, she gradually drifted further and further away from W.

After moving forward for a while, Pero, who had only been checking the situation in front and behind, gradually slowed down and began to look around, as if searching for something.

"Hmm... um...?"

She couldn't speak because she had something in her mouth, but judging from the way she tilted her head and made noises, she was clearly very confused.

Surrounded by ruins of many buildings, she began to climb them one by one with agile movements, trying to find something behind the walls or on the rooftops.

What she was looking for was the supplies that had been initially thrown out.

She was quite certain that those things must have fallen somewhere nearby.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

A man's voice rang out.

The sound from behind made the girl, Pero, who had temporarily escaped the mercenary pursuit, fluff up the messy fur on her tail.

The girl didn't think the other person could find her in such a short time, but being "found" only brought her surprise.

But now, the emotion that occupies her heart more is "fear".

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

To briefly summarize what happened in the past few days

A veteran PUA practitioner who had harassed many people, including myself, was thought to have left the scene after his actions were exposed and he was attacked by the masses. However, he recently made a comeback and caused a lot of trouble. He spread rumors and created a persona, inciting unsuspecting people to attack others. Simply put, he is a narcissistic, greasy uncle who disgusts people everywhere. He also distorts the stories of how others dislike him and uses them as fodder for talking about being treated unfairly. He is similar to a certain "Little Prince of the Vast Ocean". So he is dealing with these issues.

In addition, there are a few respected but idle old-timers in the circle who dislike my creative group. Just because the group's administrator is Taiwanese, they spread rumors that the group is pro-Taiwan independence. This was calmed down once, and we even caught them spreading these rumors. But recently, they have resurfaced. They pretend to be stupid while stirring up trouble, planning to spread so-called "dirt" again.

The circle is small and full of trivial matters, leaving some feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

I apologize for putting these matters on hold.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

To briefly summarize what happened in the past few days

A veteran PUA practitioner who had harassed many people, including myself, was thought to have left the scene after his actions were exposed and he was attacked by the masses. However, he recently made a comeback and caused a lot of trouble. He spread rumors and created a persona, inciting unsuspecting people to attack others. Simply put, he is a narcissistic, greasy uncle who disgusts people everywhere. He also distorts the stories of how others dislike him and uses them as fodder for talking about being treated unfairly. He is similar to a certain "Little Prince of the Vast Ocean". So he is dealing with these issues.

In addition, there are a few respected but idle old-timers in the circle who dislike my creative group. Just because the group's administrator is Taiwanese, they spread rumors that the group is pro-Taiwan independence. This was calmed down once, and we even caught them spreading these rumors. But recently, they have resurfaced. They pretend to be stupid while stirring up trouble, planning to spread so-called "dirt" again.

The circle is small and full of trivial matters, leaving some feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

I apologize for putting this on hold due to dealing with these matters.

[Main Text] Uninvited Guest: Chapter Eight, shouldn't an apology involve showing one's belly?

His face was covered in all sorts of indescribable grime, his messy hair was tangled in knots, his thin frame clearly showed that he hadn't had a proper diet for a long time, and his tattered clothes had been on him for who knows how long, providing only basic body cover and not any protection from the cold.

And then there were the Originium crystals that pierced through the leg muscles, tore through the skin, and were exposed.

The shiny, yellowish-brown crystals were probably the only two clean spots on her body, along with her wide-open, clear eyes.

There was also the glistening drool that stuck to the compressed food that fell to the ground after my mouth was unconsciously opened wide.

Tomat floated behind the Lope girl who had climbed onto a building, holding a supply box in one hand, the same two the girl had thrown out earlier.

It just so happened that Tomat, who was rushing there, caught it in mid-air.

Tomat, noticing that the previously faint aura was also moving in this direction, stayed where he was, waiting for her to get closer.

"An infected person, oh, their symptoms are quite severe..."

Thomas looked at the girl who had remained in a daze since turning around, and didn't even react when something fell out of her mouth. He first used his knowledge to assess her health condition, and then continued to ask questions.

"What, it's not yours? If you don't want it, I'll take it. It's full of food."

Thomas is here entirely because of the commission he received years ago.

For some reason, she wanted W to join in and ask her for a favor.

Using force wasn't her style, so she asked Tommat to catch the petty thief, as a way of making her owe him a favor so she could accept her request a year later.

—Although getting Tomat's help was itself a form of "forceful threat".

In exchange, the annual meeting will treat Tomat to a big meal after arriving in Yan Country.

However, judging from the current situation, even if he doesn't host a dinner party, Tomat still has to consider how to deal with the girl in front of him, Perot.

Although this outing was an unapproved operation, both of them are Rhodes Island operators, and in principle, they should not ignore infected people who "look like they need help" indiscriminately, based on the principle of rescue.

Of course, we cannot blindly perform acts of kindness and charity work, ignoring other circumstances and forcibly "providing assistance".

Just like when I've seen Frostnova or other infected people with special identities in the past, the biggest problem with Pelo in front of me is that she committed a crime in the local area and attacked people. Although those attacked were mostly mercenaries, there were also merchants or other ordinary residents among them.

Even in the lawless ruins of Kazdel, or no matter how justified she might be in attacking someone to steal food, a crime is a crime.

Saving them would be tantamount to harboring a criminal, while not saving them would be disregarding Rhodes Island's rules—and it's obvious that W's mercenaries are all prepared to kill.

Of course, Tomat's considerations are also a professional habit. After all, in the past, when he was on a mission, if he made a mistake due to being hot-blooded, such as destroying something that shouldn't have been destroyed, or accidentally killing a client, he would be the one to bear the consequences.

Now that I'm living under someone else's roof, even though I don't have the power to worry about so-called "troublesome matters," I still retain this way of thinking.

While Tomat was pondering, the girl from Pero remained with a blank expression, her eyes wide and mouth half-open, as if she had been frightened and was also in a daze, not responding to Tomat's words.

Until Tomat landed on the ground and took a step closer to her.

It was at this first step that the girl in Perot reacted for the first time.

"Clap!"

She suddenly fell backward, her weapons all behind her, lying on her back in front of Tomat, exposing her thin but firm belly. Her tail swept up clouds of dust from the ground, her once perky ears now flattened on her head, and her wide-open eyes revealed undisguised tension and panic.

"Hey, I haven't done anything yet."

Tomat had been keeping his aura under control and had not made any offensive moves.

The way this girl, Pelosi, is now lying on her back is clearly the gesture a canine makes when it's showing weakness.

We can't just surrender and show weakness because we see him flying, can we?

But when faced with Tomat's question, the girl made no other move, remaining in her previous posture, seemingly unconcerned that her tattered clothes could not conceal her body at all.

"Say something!"

"What are you doing here, having so much free time?"

Before the girl, Perot, could get a response, Nian's voice came from nearby, indicating that she had given up waiting and come here.

The girl's gaze shifted from warily instructing Tomat to a slightly puzzled frown before landing on Nian.

Nian, on the other hand, focused her attention on the other party—or more precisely, on the weapons pressing down on her.

"Good heavens, so many fighting devices, the number of weapons equals the number of opponents killed?"

Nian smiled and shook his fan, while adding an ambiguous setting to the other party. Then he stretched out his hand and beckoned in her direction. The weapons behind her seemed to lose control and threw off the girl who was pressing down on them, arranging themselves in a straight line in the air without any support, and displaying themselves in front of Nian.

"Hmm... the Syracuse dagger, the Casimir spear, the Eastern naginata, the Victoria hammer, the Minos battle axe..."

The moment the weapon slipped from her grasp, the girl tried to get up and grab it to prevent it from being taken away. However, perhaps because Nian was fast enough, or perhaps because she was afraid of Tomat and dared not make any rash moves, her movements stopped at simply turning over. But she changed her previous submissive and wary demeanor and immediately raised her tail and ears, staring intently at Nian.

"Uluru..."

The sound coming from the throat is like the guttural sound a wolf or dog makes when giving a warning.

"Although there's wear and tear, it's clear it's been well-maintained. Little girl, did you do this?"

Whether the other person could speak at all was a question, but Nian started a conversation anyway. However, Tomat used his own experience to illustrate that the other person seemed to be "not good at speaking".

But after a few seconds of silence, Perot uttered a clear word for the first time, beyond the guttural sound:

"Yes, although I didn't do it very well, I tried my best to take good care of them..."

Although the girl's voice was slightly hoarse and she deliberately lowered her voice, you could still hear the spirit in it.

Why wouldn't she say a word when I asked her?

When Thomas saw that the other party had replied with a year's worth of information, he asked...

The girl hesitated for a moment, her dog ears drooping back down to resemble airplane ears, and whispered:

"Because you're too scary, big brother..."

[Main Text] Uninvited Guest: Chapter Nine - I Want It All!

She had no name; she was just a wanderer named Pero who had forgotten her homeland, had no relatives or friends, and was in a foreign land.

All that accompanied her along the way was the axe that had been with her from the beginning and the Oripathy she had contracted at some unknown time.

Along the way, she met kind people who were willing to help, as well as bad people with ill intentions.

The kind man told her that her axe might have come from Minos, so she embarked on a journey to Minos.

When bad guys attack her, she defeats them all and takes their weapons to protect herself.

The scenery around me has changed countless times, and the people I met along the way have also spoken in languages ​​that I can't understand.

Fortunately, there are always some people she can communicate with.

They repeatedly reminded the young girl Minos of the direction, but she always unknowingly went too far.

It's okay, if you go the wrong way, you can just go again.

If you're hungry, just be patient; if you're lucky, you might run into someone carrying food.