Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

With these two people, wouldn't it be like punching Ursus and kicking Victoria?

Why bother with operational meetings anymore!

"No, it's just the hospital admission procedures."

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[Main Text] Uninvited Guest: Chapter Twenty-Seven "I Have a Plan"

7:00 PM, Rhode Island deck weather: sunny.

About two months have passed since the last riot. Standing at this height and looking out over Lungmen, with the view extending beyond the protective zone at the edge of the mobile city to the bustling buildings in the center, one can clearly see that the colorful neon lights of the past have almost all turned into a festive red glow.

The sound of firecrackers could be heard from afar, and upon closer inspection, one could see scattered small fireworks that had been lit before midnight.

If your eyesight is good enough, you can vaguely see the nearly completed municipal center and the Guard Bureau building.

The fact that the project was completed just in time for this important festival in Yan Kingdom naturally reduced the shadows left in people's hearts by the previous wars and disasters.

However, the huge potholes and ditches in the square are unlikely to be repaired in the short term.

A few off-duty operators were scattered on the deck, and some patients had come with their caregivers. Some came just to get some fresh air, while others came specifically to enjoy the distant city views.

After all, most of the time they don't park near cities, and what they see is just endless wilderness.

On the deck's edge, where lookouts are prevented from falling, a figure ignores the "No Climbing" sign and sits on the railing, feet pointing outwards into the distance, leaving only a swaying Sarkaz tail behind him.

"In the end, I still have to stay here overnight."

"I feel like I'm losing out if I don't get paid."

"You have to stay here to get paid."

W grumbled to himself as he looked at the Rhodes Island beneath him, occasionally shaking one of his bandaged feet. He sighed, leaned back, locked his knees against the railing, and tumbled straight down.

Just as she flipped backward, her hair fell to the ground due to gravity, and her vision completely flipped over, she saw Tomat's face flipping up and down—she hadn't even noticed that the other person was right behind her.

"Making money is nothing to be ashamed of."

Tomart, who had returned from the Doctor's place and found Bardock again, also came to the deck. However, he did not come specifically to talk to W; he just happened to run into her on this part of the deck.

We haven't met many times, but we can still consider it fate.

"When...did you start listening?"

W remained in that position, frowning in dissatisfaction but also stammering out the question out of embarrassment.

“Let’s start with something like ‘Theresia, if it were you…’”

"You bastard! Didn't you hear everything?!"

She yelled and flipped off the railing, leaning forward and pointing her finger at Tomat's chest. She looked up into his eyes and said angrily, but couldn't get the threatening words out.

"It's okay, I don't understand it anyway, except for the last few sentences about money."

Thomas waved to W, who looked annoyed, then approached the railing and looked around.

Last time, I was looking at the scenery here when I was attacked from both sides by Chen and Froststar and dragged to Chernobog.

However, it seems that both of them are currently helping out at Nian's place, so they won't suddenly appear now.

"You think I care about that money... well, it is a lot, but it's not for the money."

W explained his misunderstood soliloquy, turned around, and leaned against the railing, gazing at the sky.

"I understand, I understand. Ideals, career, or plans are nothing to be ashamed of."

Are you deliberately trying to start a fight...?

"How could that be? I was exhausted just trying to convince him to go to sleep. I have no interest in fighting right now."

"Who?"

"That uncle with the red headscarf."

"Oh."

After a moment of silence, W, feeling awkward because of the atmosphere, spoke again.

"When I first met you, you said you were a mercenary. The way you spoke and acted did seem like a mercenary, but I still had no impression of someone like you."

Thomas was simply killing time here, waiting for the banquet to begin. If he stayed in the operator's dormitory, he might be approached by Winter and the others—it's said that Winter actually managed to hand out all the flyers in one day, but she was annoyed because this kind of training wasn't working and was looking for Thomas everywhere.

W didn't want to risk being recognized while moving around Rhodes Island, so she came to the deck. Normally, she would have avoided Tommat by now.

"Logically speaking, a mercenary like you, whether through personal influence or organizational activities, should either be remembered in history or be infamous for eternity."

Due to natural disasters, the various countries in Terra are somewhat isolated from each other.

However, on this land that is never short of struggle, the spread of information about these groups who make a living by force is never slower than news of natural disasters.

While W may be crazy, it doesn't mean she's stupid. Any normal person would notice that something is wrong with Tomat.

If someone claims to be a mercenary and has the power, the entire Terra will know his name and then rush to use and manipulate him.

"I almost made history, but I failed so badly that I didn't even have the chance to be infamous for all eternity."

If he directly stated the specifics, even W wouldn't believe or understand. Thomas chose to use a more subtle approach to tell about his past, just like when he communicated with other mercenary-turned-operators in the past.

"This is truly an unknown past event. What did you do? Looted Colombia's largest dessert warehouse?"

W laughed lightly, it was unclear whether she took it seriously or was just asking to ease the awkward and boring atmosphere.

Thomas paused, then instinctively gripped the railing, the tremor of his muscles carrying to W.

Upon noticing the faint vibration, W's eyes flickered, and he turned his head as if preparing to listen carefully.

"...I once had a plan, a plan that could only be completed if it went unnoticed."

"In order not to arouse suspicion, I need to do some dirty work like my colleagues and sacrifice some people who would not otherwise have to be sacrificed."

"But the plan still failed."

Tomat's account was brief, but his tone was remarkably calm; to call it a joke to pass the time would be too serious.

But more importantly, as a not-so-engaged listener, W sensed some deeper meaning in these words.

"...The plan has been exposed?"

After a moment of silence, W pressed for an answer.

"Exposed? No."

"How could that be...?"

"The other party was unaware of the so-called plan, and didn't even know that I existed. He was just doing something else when he accidentally crushed my plan like a dinosaur stepping on an ant."

W's movements froze, and its tail behind it remained still in the wind.

She opened her eyes wide, unsure whether the other person was referring to their own experience or alluding to her—but she couldn't imagine the latter possibility.

But Tomat continued his story.

"The result is: the plan failed, and there is no possibility of me going down in history. Of course, I am not doing this for the sake of going down in history, and there is no one left to curse me, because they are all dead, and even I think that since the plan was destined to fail, why should I sacrifice them—and so on."

Does sacrificing others for a certain purpose render the sacrifice meaningless if the purpose is not achieved?

This is not only W's question to Tomat, but also a question to himself.

W killed his companion.

It does not refer to the Sarkaz mercenaries.

Rather, they were comrades who had fought together in an earlier time to liberate the Sarkaz and the Infected.

However, the unpredictable nature of life forced the towering structure to crumble, and when they met again, they were in different identities.

She made a deal with her former partner.

Gaining trust through sacrifice, controlling the mercenary group, monitoring the integration of the riots, and protecting the transformed comrades from another side.

But plans never keep up with changes.

The appearance of one person disrupted the balance of power.

His addition made it unnecessary for the integration to be monitored—because they were no longer afraid of threats.

What about those who sacrificed their lives back then?

Such an apt description made W feel that the other person was implying his thoughts.

“Value? I’m just a murderer, not a businessman who appraises things. I’m not ‘they sacrificed themselves for the plan,’ but simply ‘I killed for the plan.’ Whether the plan succeeds or not has nothing to do with whether their deaths have any value.”

"You should know Patriot. He made me understand that 'regardless of whether the purpose is good or bad, or whether it is achieved or not, the death of the dead does not change anything.' Those who sacrifice others have no right to determine the value of the sacrificed."

When Thomas mentioned the Patriots, W realized that the other person was not referring to him.

Although she was long past the age of "learning," she was trying to glean something from these words.

One is an eccentric with a different temperament but similar experiences, and the other is a general with a stubborn personality who has been through many battles. Perhaps their words can help me to eliminate the confusion in my heart that I don't want to easily show.

"And then what did you do?"

"What did you do?"

This time it was Thomas's turn to look at W with a surprised expression.

This is actually quite a difficult question for him to answer.

"He probably remembered what he did. By the way, why are you asking so many questions?"

W did not respond to her, but instead turned to the Dragon Gate, a slightly malicious sneer that he often wore on his lips.

“'Remember your actions'... Ha, boring—but... it might be useful.”

She left, waving goodbye to Tomat as she walked away, heading towards the stairs leading into the platform.

"Bye, I suddenly remembered there are a few people I've met before but haven't said hello to. I'll go say hi to them~"

W reverted to his usual nonchalant and frivolous tone, taking action before making a final decision in his mind.

"Are you sure you're not going to get beaten up?"

When Thomas asked that question, W had already disappeared, and it was at that moment that his communicator rang with a familiar ringtone.