Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

"Never mind if I asked, sir, could you tell me how to leave here?"

This time, Tomat remembered to use some titles when communicating with the other party, which eased the other party's awkwardness somewhat.

The storyteller, fanning himself with a folding fan, introduced the appellation—which was not actually a name—while instructing Tomat on the way out of the village.

“Brother, you may call me the Umbrella-Boiling Hermit. As for the road out of the mountain, just head to the village entrance. It’s less than two miles from there.”

The hermit who boils umbrellas continued:

"Brother, you've come all the way from a foreign land to the deep mountains of Dayan in search of a painter. It must have been a lot of trouble for you. If you're not in a hurry to leave, why not rest here for a while?"

Despite the other party's polite attempts to persuade him to stay, suggesting that leaving was the most urgent matter, Tomat still chose to refuse.

Moreover, he didn't have many Lungmen coins on him, and judging from the underdeveloped state of the village, even electronic payments were probably not accepted.

Moreover, Nian Du had promised to treat him to a big meal in Yan Country, but now he's nowhere to be found, and he never mentioned this would happen beforehand.

Therefore, he chose to break away on his own and try to reunite with the girls—provided, of course, that he could leave so easily.

Under the dark night sky where the bright moon hangs high, the road out of the village is hidden in the darkness, but not completely invisible.

Instead of flying, Thomas walked briskly on the ground. His Rhodes Island uniform, which stood out against the old-fashioned Yan Kingdom clothing of the people around him, naturally attracted a lot of attention, but not many people focused on him. They simply watched Thomas walk towards the area shrouded in darkness.

"It really is a mix of day and night..."

He arrived at a stone path illuminated only by two lanterns, but in the darkness ahead, faint, wriggling figures seemed to emerge.

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The new event is a bit thought-provoking. Sarkaz is known for his strong physique, but even he can be fatally wounded by a gunshot to the head, while Goku with a power level of 10 can take Bulma's revolver head-on... It just goes to show that physical attributes can't be generalized...

[Main Text] Uninvited Guest: Chapter Fifteen - Sending Off the Guest

The clumsy creature, whose identity was unknown, moved its short, stubby limbs back and forth, propelling its ink-black body step by step toward the village entrance in the darkness.

Their appearance is not very fierce. They are large in the front and small in the back, and are very round. Their bodies are covered with regular patterns like ink graffiti. Their cute and cuddly movements are even more adorable than the Originium creatures that are covered in mucus.

"What the hell..."

However, his endearing appearance, which could make people like him, could not completely put Tomat at ease. After all, this place was not normal, and he did not know what was going on.

These creatures were not moving very fast, but they were indeed moving towards the entrance with a purpose, and they had a tendency to actively approach Tomat.

Although there were quite a few of them, about twenty or thirty, their seemingly harmless and sluggish appearance made Tomat relax his guard somewhat.

Perhaps this is a special type of livestock raised by the locals?

Just as he turned to go around it, an individual right in front of him shattered Tomat's illusion with its actions.

It opened its mouth wide, revealing a huge oral cavity without any sharp teeth, and drooled as it lunged at Tomat.

"Screw you!"

Before it could even touch Tomat, the latter delivered a flying kick that sent it flying out of sight, skimming the ground as it hurtled into the dark mountains.

On the trajectory that it flew off course, the few that were knocked down turned into a pool of murky ink.

This is not the normal situation after the death of Originium creatures or other animals.

The remaining creatures, after turning their faceless heads toward Tomat, paused for a moment, then let out strange "whimpering" cries, frantically wiggled their short legs, scattered and fled into the night.

Aggressive, but very timid.

Regardless of the outcome, Tomat had only one thought in mind—that stinky storyteller was plotting against him.

It was said to be the road out of the village.

So, did I end up tricking myself into coming here to be eaten by monsters?

This guy says he's never heard of Xi?

Then he definitely has something to do with Xi.

Even more so—he might be Xi himself.

The storyteller's presence had already left his original location, but having just met him, I couldn't help but retain some impression of his features.

After searching for a while, Tomat once again emerged from the darkness into the sunlight and stood in front of a building that did not appear to be a guesthouse.

Looking through the openwork carvings on the windowsill, one can see many partitions and tables and chairs inside, which seems to be the inn that the hermit had previously introduced.

And the essence of the hermit who boiled the umbrella is in there.

At this moment, the aura emanating from Tomat himself was not friendly either.

Ordinary people who cannot sense aura will only subconsciously feel a chill under their feet and instinctively believe that this feeling comes from Tomat, who angrily walked towards the inn.

As for the hermit who boils the umbrella—he came out on his own initiative before Tomat even opened the door, his expression calm, yet as if he had come prepared.

"You saw me? Or can you sense presence? At first, I didn't suspect you because you were a man, but then I thought about it, that Xi guy said he could even create the world, so what's so difficult about changing his appearance?"

Tomat's suspicions about him were not merely intuition; the fact that the other man ran out before he entered the room was a testament to these suspicions.

"I don't know what conflict exists between you sisters, but I just came to find you with her. If you have any complaints, you can tell her. But why did you lure me to a place with monsters and have me attacked?"

Thomas did not directly display overt hostility, but rather calmly told the storyteller, who looked like a middle-aged man, that he was not there to cause trouble.

"A monster...? Oh, it seems New Year's Eve is approaching. How long has it been..."

The hermit who boils the umbrella did not comment on Thomas's barrage of questions and pronouncements. Instead, after hearing the word "monster," he paused to reflect on the passage of time.

"However, I didn't expect her to tell you so much...tsk."

"Does this mean they've acknowledged their identity?"

Thomas asked the question in a tone that was completely different from before.

"First of all, I am. Secondly, I did not intend to attack you. You just happened to be here. Around New Year's Eve, monsters will appear. It is the 'rule' here. The world is mine, and I set the rules. I have no interest in attacking you intentionally."

The hermit who boils umbrellas unfolds his folding fan, which is pure white.

He raised his hand and fanned himself with his folding fan, creating a chilling breeze in the cold village, right in front of Tomat.

But the gust of wind was like an invisible, colorless wave, spreading out along with his waving movements.

In an instant, the surrounding scenery transformed into ink, like drops of water, spreading out and finally turning into a colorless and transparent world.

The appearance and clothing of the hermit who boils the umbrella also changed. He became shorter, but grew a bunch of dark green horns. His long hair, like a waterfall, was draped over his shoulders, and his appearance changed to that of a girl with red eyes and pointed ears. In terms of appearance, he did have some resemblance to Nian. However, compared to Nian's flamboyant and unrestrained style, this one was more silent and cold.

Its enormous tail, much longer than a year old and covered in dark green scales, swayed behind it, leaving a trail of color that spread across the empty world with every movement.

Even his aura was fully revealed at this moment—it could be described as "the level of a strong person".

The girl, her hand firmly resting on the hilt of the long sword at her waist, continued speaking without pausing:

"...And I don't want to see her. However, I'm not as crude and barbaric as her. I'll be ruthless towards her, but I won't harm anyone she brings along. Since you suspect I set you up and led you astray, I'll just send you away."

"Here's another piece of advice: don't get too involved with her, and don't get too involved with me either. Forget about these boring and meaningless things; just treat them as a dream."

"My intuition is right. Based on what she said, she saw through my disguise. So I will reveal my true self. Just don't tell her that you've seen me before. I'm very busy."

The similar appearance and demeanor confirmed her identity as the youngest sister in the family.

But his words only conveyed the message of seeing the guest off and that he would no longer have any dealings with Nian.

She drew her sword, the tip leaving a scratch mark in the air before slowly slashing down, appearing less like a sword dance and more like painting a picture, creating a crack in the air.

This should be the exit to the outside world.

"What about the rest?"

But before leaving, Tomat asked Xi again.

"...Perhaps in other paintings...Don't worry, there will be no danger to your life. Everything you see in the paintings is just a dream. You can see through it by getting lost in it. You can leave now."

Xi demonstrated her abilities through her actions.

However, Xi unexpectedly uttered a word that was not certain.

It was as if she didn't know who would enter the world she created, or that she had lost control.

Moreover, judging from her words, this Xi was not only much easier to talk to than expected, but also did not show any arrogance because of her convenient and powerful abilities and strength far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Tomat had originally prepared himself for a lot of talking to negotiate or even to go to war.

After all, this person is Nian's relative, and given that Nian said he was going to blow up Xi's house, it wouldn't be surprising if a fight broke out.

But now, Xi seems to be just urging Tomat to leave, so that he won't cause trouble or disturb what she's busy with.

[Main Text] Uninvited Guest: Chapter Sixteen He Wasn't Painted by Me!

"You say maybe? You yourself don't even know the state of what you've created?"

Perhaps it was Tomat's reluctance to leave and his constant questioning that displeased the dragon-tailed girl in front of him.

Xi frowned.

But before words could be uttered, a sigh escaped.

"Sigh...you really ask a lot of questions."

For some reason, this girl, who looked much more aloof than Nian, still chose to answer even after complaining.

"That wasn't the case at least some time ago."

As Nian's youngest sister, Xi was quite confident in her ability to judge people and things.

Her intuition, combined with her long-standing observations and experience in using her abilities to depict all things in the world, allowed her to more or less judge what kind of being stood before her.

If there were no need to inform her, Xi would have chosen to simply throw her out of her world long ago.

The man before her, who was identical to the ancient, extinct ancestors except for his tail, and who exuded a strange and enormous presence, was someone that Xi decided to talk about, even though he was related to her sister whom she didn't want to meet.

Before she could speak, Tomat himself also said:

“I’m not worried about the year, and the other mercenary isn’t a big deal. But it would be unacceptable if something happened to the rescued person I just took in. Since you said they are in your world, and you seem to have encountered some trouble, tell me about it. Maybe I can help.”

The statement from Tomat, which sounded more like a sense of responsibility than a sense of companionship, provided a way out for Xi, who was somewhat resistant to directly asking for help.

Xi nodded, and the slight dissatisfaction on her face faded a bit.

She appears to have chosen to accept Tomat's assistance, but before that, she needs to properly explain what happened.

"I don't want to make it too complicated. In short, you've already heard about my abilities from her. As you can see, I can 'draw' the world with my magic based on my own ideas or other people's descriptions. Calling it 'creation' is no different. It has little to do with Originium Arts. You've seen this ability to create things from that guy to some extent."