Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

He ignored it until his hands were covered in blood, and he became a mindless monster, committing every crime he could possibly commit, before reappearing.

And then he said such disgusting things?

Stop joking!

Even if I am of the same race as you, don't arbitrarily decide my fate!

The child threw a punch at his fellow tribesman with all his might.

The next moment, he found his elbow had been broken and was hanging limply. He then felt an intense pain that he had never experienced since birth, not even in his place of exile.

This also brought the child to his senses.

Even if I survive, I will still be so weak.

That child was actually very lucky, because other exiled children might not even survive until their tribes were able to reclaim them.

Some are forgotten, left only to gaze blindly at the stars, continuing to carry out orders whose meaning is unknown.

Some died directly, some because they couldn't adapt to the environment, and others because they were killed by the locals as enemies rather than "children".

But he was also unfortunate, because sometimes, surviving is not necessarily a good thing.

The child who stopped the endless killing had more time to recall what he had done. And this child, who seemed to have been born with "normal values," vomited incessantly as soon as he calmed down on the way back.

Because he was very unlucky, on his first day in exile, he was met with an overwhelming number of natives.

Perhaps they were not good people to begin with, or perhaps they sensed that the child was too dangerous. The moment their eyes met the child's, they became restless and eager to kill him.

It's the same every day.

Before falling asleep, I was lying on a mountain of enemy corpses; upon waking, all I saw was a tide of enemy soldiers.

Day after day, there was no time to even think—until one day, the child, who was destroying everything in sight like a madman, suddenly realized that no matter how he attacked, no one appeared, and he understood that he was all alone.

The child, who vomited and filled the vehicle with filth, incurred even more rejection from his own kind.

But the latter still gritted his teeth and brought the child back to his birthplace.

There's nothing we can do; our hometown isn't very populous.

The returning children received no welcome, but at least they were given clean clothes, uncontaminated food and water, and were reintegrated into their community as members of their tribe.

Then the next round of "hell" began immediately.

In this clan, only warriors are respected.

Being able to return alive from exile only means you have a slim chance of becoming a warrior.

The gap in strength cannot be bridged by suffering of "this degree".

Children can choose to give up their roles and become logistics personnel only fit to handle the soldiers' luggage, or become unappreciated scholars of civilization.

They despise the weak, and they despise civilization.

Therefore, whichever one you become means that you will be regarded as a burden by your own people for the rest of your life.

The child was exhausted and disgusted with everything he had experienced, but the anger caused by what he had encountered made him, like someone stubbornly clinging to a rut, choose to challenge himself to become a warrior.

Then he became a soldier, the lowest-ranking soldier.

"Do you want to continue listening?"

Thomas suddenly turned his attention to reality, and Frostnova, who hadn't said a word until now, seemed to snap out of her daze and realized that the group had already gone halfway.

She nodded, signaling Thomas to continue the absurd story.

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Concise version:

The protagonist failed the combat power test at birth and was sent to a planet with a harsh environment to carry out a cleanup mission. In order to survive, and due to the influence of the instructions implanted in his brain, he exterminated all the natives of that planet. Only then was he regarded as having passed the test by the other Saiyans and sent back to Planet Vegeta, where he was qualified to become a combatant.

[Main Text] Siesta's Hottest Holiday: Chapter Ten "A Story of Growing Up"

The "children" in the story are a group of people.

But who exactly is the child who is the main character?

A question that was hardly enough to raise any doubts made Frostnova look at Tomat with a complicated expression.

"What happened to that child later?"

Froststar found it difficult to reconcile the image of the child Tomat had described with the man before her.

Needless to say, Tomat, who claims to be only eighteen years old, must be younger than himself.

This seemingly unserious young man, who appears to handle everything with ease, told a story completely different from his usual style.

Exiled as a child, he was forced to fight like a weapon in a foreign land, the relentless battles driving him to a mental breakdown. Only when another member of his tribe broke his arm did he regain his senses...

Froststar was unclear about the exact scale of the "place of exile" that Tomat spoke of.

I can't even believe that the cruel and bloody culture he described ever really existed in Terra.

But simply because the "narrator" is Tomat is enough for Frostnova to feel that the line between "absurdity" and "reality" has been blurred.

To others, this story is just a joke to be heard.

But in Tomat's words, it became another possibility.

"Then I'll continue."

The heat was somewhat relieved by Froststar's presence. Tomat glanced at the end of the procession and then began another part of the story.

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The child's clan members blindly believe in talent and bloodline, and within the clan, they are divided into different classes based on their innate fighting ability.

Even if you become a warrior, as a subordinate, you will always be a subordinate; no matter how strong you become, it won't change.

He went through a series of tests and finally went from being "unqualified" to "the lowest level".

To be honest, the child was initially quite happy.

After all, as a warrior, he can be allocated better resources and has more opportunities to become stronger.

Even if you can't get promoted, strength is still essential, and as long as you are strong enough, you can earn enough respect even if you're not a high-ranking warrior.

This is something that another member of his own kind, who could be considered an outcast, made him realize.

But he was being too simplistic.

Now that he's become a warrior, there's no way he can have that much time to leisurely grow stronger.

Because you become a soldier, no matter how young you are, you still cannot avoid the tasks that follow.

The children's race is ruled by an empire, which they conquered by taking half of its territory. This is due to their outstanding combat capabilities and adaptability. They can adapt to almost any environment, and in battle, they can use certain methods to quickly create a huge difference in combat power, completely destroying the enemy before they can react.

This is the kind of group that makes the greatest contributions, does the most dangerous work, and also receives the greatest hostility and disgust from the outside world.

However, most humans don't care, and even take pride and pleasure in it.

For them, "carrying out missions," especially missions of killing, is an honor, a pleasure—a pastime.

It was in this environment that the child received his first mission as a soldier.

Another "cleanup operation".

A group of people live in a place that is suitable as an imperial supply point.

Their civilization is backward, so there is no need to recruit them, nor are there any technologies worth learning.

So, the child's superiors instructed him to make the area "flatter" and to prevent the indigenous people from interfering with the future "development project".

Before setting off, the child underwent a lot of training, such as how to generate energy from his body and how to fly.

What remains, however, is the "cultural classes" that feel out of place.

For example, how to complete the "clearance mission" more quickly and efficiently.

Or how to attack without causing the local ecosystem to collapse and become uninhabitable.

As a lecturer who is a living person, he uses simple and easy-to-understand words to instill cruel content in them.

Most people take it for granted and keep it in mind.

Only then did the child realize that he was about to face the next hell, a hell that he had to carve out himself.

He was once thrown into a terrible hell all alone, and struggled to survive.

But now, he needs to bring the most advanced technological advancements to a foreign land with no ill intentions, and under orders from others, destroy everything in front of him.

Spaceships, armor, probes—every single item, if analyzed in detail, can lead this backward place to prosperity and civilization.

But children can only use them to cause destruction.

The spaceship crashed to the ground.

The armor blocked the weak attack.

The detectors located the people who had been hiding.

The mission was over quickly.

But to his own kind, that child took much longer than his peers.

Is it because their combat ability is worse than others?

No.

It's just that every now and then, he would lock himself in the spaceship and do who-knows-what.

Perhaps it was to calm herself down.

After the first mission, the child's eyes changed a lot.

Upon returning to his hometown, he received a substantial reward—enough to purchase a vast territory in a remote part of the empire.

And he did buy it. Under the puzzled gaze of the Imperial sales staff, the child bought a piece of land with a less-than-ideal environment, where he and a highly respected senior would fight with all their might whenever they had time.

But such opportunities are still rare, because he still needs to carry out missions time and time again, carrying out killings that he doesn't want to face with his eyes open.

He had no right to refuse; that was the order.

Money accumulates in ways that defy common sense, but children struggle to find "equivalent value" on the other side of the scale.