Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

"Go ahead, I'm not in a hurry anyway."

Chen exhaled, mouthed the two words he would never normally say to Swire, and then borrowed a small cubicle from the operatives that they used to rest during shift changes.

I also borrowed Swire's makeup bag that she always carried with her.

A few minutes later, the usually stern-faced "Agent Chen" or "Superintendent Chen" disappeared.

Instead, a dragon woman with her hair tied up, wearing a red cheongsam and beautiful makeup appeared.

Poetry couldn't hide her amazement at her stunning beauty, and even the diligent operatives couldn't help but steal glances from under their helmets.

Chen awkwardly tapped the ground with her high-heeled feet, but was immediately pushed forward by Swire from behind, almost causing her to stumble and fall.

"Alright, hurry up and give her the clothes, and let her see how much her little sister has grown, though I don't think she's grown that much—"

"You... never mind, just wait a few minutes, just a few minutes."

Upon entering, Chen was dressed in new clothes and carrying a gift box.

When she came out, she had a smile on her face, and the gift had quietly disappeared.

"As for clothes, let's just turn a blind eye."

"Yeah, anyway, we got a good look at the sights."

The officers on duty watched Chen and Swire leave, but they didn't inquire about what had happened between the sisters inside.

The mascot's design features "luxurious and elegant" skin.

The filming taste of that year was terrible.

*The operator's notes mention that Snow White has watched a lot of bad dramas, although she didn't watch them because she liked them.

[Main Text] Uninvited Guest: Chapter Thirty - New Year's Eve (Part 2) [4k]

"No, I would never eat the flesh of that monster—my nose should be protesting, but why does it smell so good?"

"Although it has been seasoned, judging from my personal remaining taste and smell memories, the meat itself has not changed much."

If there is a rule at the New Year's Eve dinner that "children sit at a separate table," then there must be children who refuse to accept that they are children and insist on sitting with others to prove that they are adults.

Just like Hongyun, who is now grabbing the roasted meat from her plate and putting it into her mouth without any regard for etiquette, while the funeral attendant next to her has already taken out a napkin to wipe her clean.

Hongyun initially had no intention of attending the banquet. Although celebrating a festival together would indeed remind her of the time before her tribe was destroyed by the Ursus, after witnessing the horrific smell of the infected on that mobile platform, she absolutely did not want to taste it.

But when she entered the venue out of curiosity because she couldn't smell any stench, by the time she realized it, she was already enjoying the delicious Chinese cuisine.

Although other meats were available, what surprised her most was the meat of these monsters—their appearance was secondary; there were plenty of creatures in the Terra wilderness that looked far more repulsive than these monsters. For someone as skilled at handling prey as her, removing the stench that had seeped into her very soul and caused such repulsion was simply unbelievable.

"However, please do not use your hands to grab food directly, even if you are eating from your own utensils. When sitting face to face at a round table, unseemly eating habits will affect others."

The undertaker maintained a flat tone and expression, correcting Hongyun's eating habits while wiping away the sauce splattered on her.

"Actually, just your sitting here makes my stomach hurt... Ah... Let's find a chance to slip away..."

Another pink-haired Lateran girl at the table, looking sleepy, spoke to the undertaker in a soft voice, making it unclear whether she wanted him to hear her or not.

In this way, people who are close to each other find a table to sit together, while those who are not familiar with each other and are afraid of awkwardness settle for staying with their own clansmen. They enjoy the food and casually start topics that interest them. Before long, a lively atmosphere arises.

A pair of small hands reached out from under the tablecloth of a table, groping along the edge of the table. After grabbing something from a plate, they pulled it down and hid it under the tablecloth, regardless of what it was. A gnawing sound followed. Then people pulled out a girl named Pero who didn't look very familiar.

With a smile, the blacksmith led her away to his table. On the other side, several young officers and medical staff, who were not eating at the table but were playing and eating while holding plates, also called the girl Lope away, leaving the blacksmith with a troubled look.

Penguin Logistics and their acquaintances squeezed onto the same table. There were so many people that a few more chairs were added. Texas was sandwiched between Exusiai and another blond Lupo, while directly opposite her was Lappland, who was staring at her with wide eyes and "affectionate gaze".

The girl with pigtails and croissants chatted and laughed with croissants at the same table, occasionally taking pictures of the steaming food and uploading them to their respective social networks.

In addition, there were some non-operators who were not very familiar with them but should be their own people—but even so, some people continued to join them and take their seats.

The blue-haired Sarkaz, with a halo above her head and two horns, appeared silently behind Exusiai. After the others at the table noticed her, she deliberately grinned mischievously, made a shushing gesture, and tiptoed to Exusiai's back. Then, as Exusiai was talking to the indifferent Texas, she suddenly patted her shoulder, causing the halo above her head to flash.

Exusiai turned her head and screamed, almost falling off her chair. The Sarkaz who had played the prank on her seemed to have succeeded in his trick, laughing as he pulled over a new chair and squeezed in with the Penguin Logistics team.

And such unexpected encounters happen at every dining table.

What was supposed to be just a regular dinner party turned into a lively affair due to a series of small, unexpected events.

"I woke up to find food waiting for me. I don't know what we're celebrating, but it feels great!"

Judging from the time frame, Badak hadn't actually rested for very long, but after being called from his private sanatorium by Tomat to attend the dinner party, Badak now seemed completely refreshed.

They devoured all the food on the table like a whirlwind. The amount of food that would normally feed about twenty people was far from enough for a Saiyan who was recuperating and desperately needed to replenish his energy.

It was precisely because of this astonishing appetite that only he and Tomat could sit at the table—outsiders didn't want to share the food with them.

"You eat more, I'll just eat the normal portion. Go to the kitchen and bring some more dishes over."

Leaving the round table where only two people were seated, Tomat headed towards the kitchen, where several more soup dishes were being prepared in full swing.

"Oh! Thanks!!"

"You never used to say thank you, did you?"

Badak's thank-you without even looking up drew a rather unexpected sarcastic remark from Tomat.

One person had lived there for more than two months and gradually gotten used to the atmosphere, while the other had only been there for less than a day and had already adapted to the local customs.

"There will be a performance next, followed by fireworks at midnight. After the fireworks, the volunteers will visit the staff who are still working and give them New Year's gifts, as well as the patients. In addition, there will be a charity event in the Lungmen slum assisted by Mr. Lin... Ah, I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Of course, some people will have to go to great lengths to support such an event and fully consider the potential risks involved.

For example, the Doctor, who is now seated in the venue, has started complaining on the table after only a few sips of his drink—even though Amiya, who is at the same table, has replaced the Doctor's alcoholic beverage with barley tea for health reasons.

"But the successful hosting of such gatherings has also helped relieve the stress that everyone has been accumulating on a daily basis."

The personality changes caused by the release of power in Chernobog now seem to have completely disappeared, Amiya said to the complaining Doctor in her gentle and considerate tone.

"But I feel even more pressure. There are still so many things to deal with: dangerous creatures, the Integration Leader, the Yan Kingdom's Inspectorate—so many troublesome things. And what else? The Emperor of Ursus or Crown Princess Victoria?"

The doctor usually appears very reliable, but only when he is working or giving orders. In his daily life, he often displays a lot of complaints that are too human.

The other operators mostly just laughed it off when the Doctor was in this state—after all, they all felt that even if the Doctor complained like this, he would definitely be able to lead his operators to handle these matters well.

Because none of the problems he listed above have been solved by him, have they?

Dangerous organisms are used for the research and development of anti-Orisite disease drugs. The leaders of the integration are either recruited or detained. As for the Yan Kingdom's Supervision Department, it can only cook and burn food for the Doctor.

Can anyone other than a PhD do this?

As time went by, the dishes were gradually removed from the table as everyone tasted them and someone's unnatural consumption occurred. The curtain was drawn back under the spotlight, and the agents, some full of enthusiasm and others forcibly pulled up to fill in, began their long-prepared performance.

When the exciting parts came, people applauded and cheered, and when a few funny mishaps occurred, everyone burst into laughter.

And so, midnight quietly arrived with the final minute of the countdown.

Fireworks couldn't be lit indoors, so after the last program—a segment where a certain filmmaker threw red envelopes—the departing crowd flocked to the deck of Rhodes Island.

From this distance, you can even hear the synchronized countdown coming from the Lungmen city area.

As planned, Rhodes Island will also set off fireworks at midnight to celebrate.

But then, Nian approached Tomat—who was now sitting at the very top of the bridge with Bardak, taking advantage of the best view of the surrounding landscape from the air.

"The person in charge of the fireworks has disappeared? Wait, you're not thinking of..."

When he mentioned the current problem to Tomat back then, he immediately understood that the other party wanted his help. He then realized that the person who had asked for help a year ago was probably W. She had gone to wander around Rhodes Island after having a cryptic conversation with him that afternoon, and had probably already forgotten about the matter.

"Fireworks? The Saiyan technique that most resembles fireworks is the artificial moon, but we can't use it because this guy still has his tail."

Bardock, who was just chatting with Tomat after dinner, saw Nian suddenly appear and, regardless of whether Nian could understand him, directly said that Nian had the wrong person.

Moreover, Bardock himself didn't have a good impression of the word "fireworks".

"I can still achieve that level of control in 'launching the gas bomb and then detonating it,' but we're not using it to make fireworks."

Thomas also told Nian that while the explosive effect wasn't a major problem, the power of the explosion still needed careful consideration.

"Everyone's attention is drawn to the fireworks over at Lungmen. Can't you really lend a hand? To be honest, I've actually told quite a few people that 'Rhodes Island will be putting on a big fireworks display,' but who knew that firecrackers were banned and not allowed to be used. And the demolition expert we finally found has also disappeared somewhere."

For the first time in years, she looked troubled. Putting aside the fact that her relationship with Tomat wasn't bad, even Bardock, knowing that the banquet he had previously indulged in was hosted by Tomat, looked at each other with unusual disapproval, seemingly considering whether or not to offer help.

For them, most of the time, whether it's air or energy, the explosions they generate are meant to take lives or destroy things.

Even if other functions are developed, they will still be for the purpose of "better combat".

What arose in my heart was not resistance, but confusion.

"Can they really be used for anything other than destruction?"

"Is it possible?"

"Did you do a good job?"

Thomas squinted, his gaze passing over Nian's shoulder, looking toward the increasingly dense and magnificent fireworks display at Longmen.

Bardak, meanwhile, looked at his outstretched palm, covered in old scars.

"Give it a try, there's no guarantee Rhodes Island won't be overturned."

"As long as it doesn't fry here, and it looks pretty, that's fine, right?"

The two Saiyans spoke one after the other, and Nian, having received this reply, smiled expectantly, placed one hand on his hip, and nodded to the two of them, saying:

"Then I'll leave it to you?"

The two gradually rose higher, the cold wind blowing against their hair and uniforms.

A white aura and a deep blue aura burst forth from within the two tense bodies.

It wasn't very bright, but its presence was undeniable—the wind was disrupted, gradually forming spirals that gathered around it, creating a sense of oppression without any hostile aggression.

The final ten seconds began, and someone started it. People who had been just listening to the countdown from Lungmen also began to count down on the deck.

Sparkling fireworks began to illuminate the sky above the goal, but everyone knew that the biggest fireworks display would ignite at the very last second.

Some intuitive individuals had already subconsciously shifted their gaze from the direction of Lungmen to the bridge behind them, and then their eyes were drawn to the two glowing clouds above.

"Use every trick in the book you have to hit the sky. Anyway, this planet doesn't have any aviation technology, so you can't hit spaceships or satellites!"

"Then don't bomb it too close, I haven't had enough of the food here yet!"

Most fireworks consist of a point of light rising into the air, followed by a burst of colorful circular flashes accompanied by a loud bang.

But Rhodes Island's "fireworks" are different.

A massive beam of light pierced through the enemy, a deep blue comet shot into the sky, and countless orbs of light, flashing with purple arcs of electricity, swirled and hovered above Rhodes Island before colliding together in the higher sky, creating a vast spectacle resembling a thunderstorm or natural disaster.