Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

Not to mention whether a PhD with physical fitness at best "average human standards" could withstand it.

On Earth, they would be superhumans, while the doctor would be an ordinary person.

But in this Terra of unknown origins, the former became an ordinary person, while the latter—can only be described as weak.

So weak that there's no need to fight; you can understand their strength just by sensing their aura.

Even someone who isn't particularly intelligent can understand what Tomat means.

Not to mention PhDs.

The gap between himself and the operators was laid bare, and the words the Doctor was about to say caught in his throat. He lowered his head slightly, and even without a visible expression, it was clear that he was deeply hurt.

"Don't look so hurt. If your 'situation' is the same as mine, maybe..."

But Thomas patted the doctor on the shoulder with a meaningful gesture and said something incomprehensible to everyone.

"...maybe?"

The doctor looked up at Tomat with his face hidden behind an opaque panel, his dejected tone tinged with confusion and anticipation.

"Maybe you're actually the strongest one."

When the word "strongest" came out of Tomat's mouth, several operators with animal ears on their heads couldn't help but pause for a moment, keenly catching the extremely tempting word.

Even though the training hadn't even started, the doctor was already labeled as "the weakest" by him. Why was this word given to the doctor so early on?

"What does it mean?"

The doctor pressed for more information, but Thomas shook his head dismissively and avoided the question with a barely perceptible smile.

"It's up to you to do it. I hope my judgment is correct."

Thomas has seen some operators who don't have very obvious animal characteristics before.

The snake-slaughtering box in front of us is one of them. In addition, there is Xiyin, who is responsible for recording combat videos, or some Agor people.

Their group was almost identical in appearance to the "humans" that Tomat knew, but they all had some physical differences that distinguished them from real humans.

The Doctor was the same; although he almost completely concealed his figure under his coat, it was still obvious that he did not have any extra organs.

Aside from staying up late and making instant noodles with his mouth, there aren't many other unusual habits.

Perhaps the doctor really is the human that Thomas knows.

As for why humans appeared on Terra—or rather, why Terra is the way it is now—that's not something Tomat needs to worry about.

"In short, your training focuses on strengthening your basic physical abilities. The doctor's training is different because he can't keep up, and the training location is also different."

Thomas continued explaining, leading everyone outside the training room. He pointed towards the elevator, then walked in the opposite direction, seemingly intending to separate from them.

"I'm going to pick something up. You guys wait for me at the agricultural platform."

The others did not raise many objections. Although they did not understand the purpose of the temporary separation, they went ahead to the platform that was quite unfamiliar to them.

While they were riding the elevator, Thomas was fast enough to reach his locker.

He used his ID card to open the cabinet, which was already covered in dust. After rummaging through it, he took out a square metal box.

These are Tomat's personal belongings—although most of them were tested after arriving on the island to prevent the introduction of dangerous substances, a significant number of items were requested for research due to their unexpectedly high level of technical sophistication.

Tomat agreed to some things and rejected others.

However, there are also objects that didn't attract much attention from the beginning, such as the box he's holding now.

After a beep, he used his fingerprint to open the small container with surprisingly tight security. Inside, four shriveled seeds and a small bottle of pale green liquid were perfectly preserved.

"It's time to need help... Hopefully they'll listen to me."

[Main Text] Terra's World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament. Training Chapter: Chapter Thirteen - Please Close the Door When You Leave

As we all know, everyone may find themselves in a situation where they are outnumbered in their daily lives.

Or, while working, your boss may compress the timeline and force you to complete the task.

These are all very common situations.

At times like these, we recommend that you use the Legion's latest biotechnology achievement—Cultivators.

Sow the seeds in any soil and then irrigate with the provided nutrient solution.

Clang!

Cultivator, born out of nowhere!

These loyal and powerful little creatures will carry out the orders given by the sower without any doubt, whether it be a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire, or even self-destruction to take the enemy down with them, they will do it without hesitation.

It is absolutely essential for daily life and combat operations.

Order now and receive a free special nutrient solution, saving you the long wait.

Purchase two or more seeds and receive a free storage box to prevent them from sprouting on their own if accidentally spilled.

The purchaser shall bear the responsibility for any loss of control caused by the user's insufficient capabilities.

—From Frieza's military advertising hotline.

Of course, Tomat didn't buy it because he saw an advertisement.

As a Legion combatant, after obtaining his soldier qualification, he received his own Cultivator Set along with the distribution of combat suits and detectors.

Four seeds for one bottle of nutrient solution.

Judging from the pristine condition of the box in his hand, he had never used it even once.

Not every task is so simple that they are unnecessary, nor will a lack of personal ability lead to the "uncontrollable" situation described in the advertisement.

Thomas simply viewed these guys as a relatively important resource.

After all, even if the soil quality is very poor, the cultivator's basic combat power is not low. Moreover, the cultivator does not have a long lifespan after being planted. It will wither and die on its own after living for more than half a year.

This is also an irreplaceable resource on Terra, since Cyborgs are weapons modified from alien races, and it would be impossible to continue production without the original materials and technology.

In other words, what Tomat is prepared to invest this time is far more valuable than combat suits or anything like that; it's a huge sacrifice to achieve the training objectives.

One is enough.

After taking the cultivator kit box with him, Tomat arrived at the agricultural platform area where everyone was already waiting.

Rhodes Island's agricultural platform is located inside the ship, and indoor environments have their advantages. At least by separating different areas, establishing corresponding planting zones, and adjusting the internal environment, a wide variety of crops can be grown in a limited space.

Whether it's fruit trees or grains, by preparing suitable artificial lighting and rainfall systems, and then considering other trivial details, you can recreate an artificial planting area that closely resembles the original environment of various crops.

However, just as there are artificial planting areas built with a lot of technology, there are also areas where ordinary crops can grow as long as soil, sunlight and water are provided, without high requirements for soil quality.

Tomat was eyeing the area where root crops and common grains occupied a significant portion of the entire agricultural platform.

According to the data provided by the doctor, this area covers approximately fifteen acres and the crops grown there can meet Rhodes Island's staple food needs, making it completely self-sufficient and not reliant on external purchases.

This place has vast tracts of soil that are closest to the original planting environment, and agricultural machinery is used for cultivation.

However, these machines have been shut down.

Instead, five trainees stood motionless before this vast land.

"—So, your training is to have us plow this land by hand?"

Winter pointed to the seemingly endless land and repeated the instructions given by Tomat, who was present.

His face showed an expression of disbelief, and he even looked somewhat angry.

"Physical training, huh? It does look like a job that could kill you. Even the infected mines aren't as ruthless as you."

Lappland did not deny the incredible request, but judging from her slightly disappointed and sarcastic tone, she probably expected something more eye-catching than the mundane yet outrageous basic training.

"Bare...bare-handed?"

Melantha looked at her slender arms with a worried expression—she was the only operator who was considering what it would be like to actually do it.

Putting aside the fact that tilling the fields was an activity completely unrelated to her original identity, and how disheveled she would look when tilling the fields with her hands, Melantha also expressed doubts about this arrangement.

It's quite challenging, but can doing this kind of thing really make you stronger?

"Wow...this place is huge! If you flatten it out, you could build a baseball field here!"

Snake Slaughter Box didn't pay attention to what Tomat was saying. For her, arriving at a platform she had never been to before was enough to pique her curiosity and interest.

The doctor then said from the side:

"Moreover, this kind of training will affect normal farming. Although it is currently in an off-season and can be used at will, if we continue to train when it is time to farm, it will only affect the harvest."

The doctor considered the training plan from a broader perspective, which was not very suitable for these operators and also lacked persuasiveness.

The original intention of carrying out this plan was not to affect the normal operation of Rhodes Island too much, but if it continues as it is now, it is normal for it to be stopped halfway.

"Isn't there still several days left?"

But Tomat responded with an air of self-evident certainty.

According to the person in charge of the agricultural platform, the land in this area will officially begin cultivation in five days.

This "five-day layoff" was the time limit that Tomat set for them.

"Just finish tilling the land in the next few days. If it's not tilled well, someone can help fix it. If it gets in the way and you can't finish it, then you can only say that you can't keep up."

He was serious.

Thomas really intended to have several agents turn the entire land upside down by hand in just five days.

The rebuttals almost all came from the mouth of the most vehemently reacting Winter.

— Tilling is something agricultural machinery does, not us.

Doing this kind of thing won't make us stronger.

What's the point of wasting energy on something that wastes time?

Just as Winter was about to voice everyone's thoughts with a curse, Thomas said in the same serious tone as before:

"This is a job that two people can finish in an afternoon, and the two people I'm talking about are much younger than you, and in terms of strength alone, they're not particularly extraordinary."

Two people, one afternoon.

"You're not talking about your own kind, are you?"

It sounded like a somewhat provocative and inspiring story, but when Winter thought of the Tomat tribe, he asked with a hint of dissatisfaction.