Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

"What...what is this?!"

As the person who brought the growers and planted the crops, Tomat was prepared to answer all their questions.

But when he looked at the green-haired child whose body was still covered in dirt and whose skin was covered with Originium crystals, he realized that...

The one who raised the question was himself.

Although many places in Terra contain natural Originium, even in the soil, Tomat had previously thought that Originium crystals might appear on the bodies of the cultivated individuals.

But he never considered that the cultivar would undergo such a huge change in appearance.

On a planet teeming with humans who exhibit animalistic traits, are the cultivated humans also being forcibly "humanized"?

That makes no sense.

But developments did not give Tomat much time to be puzzled.

At this moment, the "cultivator" stood up while making a confused cry. After shaking off the mud, it stood naked in front of everyone and blinked its deep red eyes, which made people feel a little scared.

It was shorter than the snake-slaughtering box, and its vine-like, emerald-green hair draped over its shoulders and back, enough to cover its chest and back.

Judging from its physical characteristics, "it" is a girl.

"We...we...we were just about to ask you that too."

Although she appeared to be a fair-skinned little girl, her bizarre appearance reminded Winter of the spirits born from the dark mud in some Ursus nursery rhymes.

“'Cultivator'...Are you sure this isn’t magic?”

When those deep red eyes met Lappland's, a chilling aura made her instinctively grip her twin swords.

This creature is not as harmless as it looks.

"Hmm... Regardless of how this little girl appeared, she's still naked, so let's give her some clothes, shall we?"

Melanie looked around frantically, as if trying to find a piece of clothing that no one was wearing in the deserted fields.

But upon hearing this, Tomat responded in an even more unacceptable tone:

"A little girl? Impossible, Cultivators are asexual beings!"

Then he was about to walk around behind the cultivator to the front—when the doctor grabbed his arms from behind and pulled him away forcefully, saying:

"If you don't want to be seen as a pervert, don't go to gender verification!"

"I'll give her my coat!"

With an excited tone completely different from the others, Snake Slaughter took off his coat and strode towards the cultivator.

"Wait, the cultivators are very ferocious; anyone who gets too close will..."

"Huh? What's wrong? Speaking of which, her name is Cultivator? That's a strange name."

The coat was simply draped over the cultivator's shoulders, and there was no resistance or conflict.

Although the garment wasn't particularly large, it was enough to cover his shorter frame as a long robe.

"Guji?"

It—or rather, "she"—only showed a confused look in her eyes, tilted her head, and looked at the clothes that were put on her.

Then he suddenly turned his head and looked at Tomat.

"Gurgle—!"

A sharp, excited cry emanated from her throat, causing the surrounding agents to instinctively cover their ears to avoid being assaulted by the sound that seemed to tear their eardrums apart.

She raised her hands and lunged at Tomat.

Her speed was so great that no one else could see her movements at all; it was as if she had vanished from the spot.

"stop!"

However, an even louder roar came from Tomat's mouth. When everyone reacted, the Cyborg was bent over with his palm pressed against his forehead. His two short legs were running in place like wheels but could not move forward even half a step. His hands were flailing back and forth, trying to grab Tomat's body.

"sit!"

Immediately afterwards, Tomat gave another single command, but for some reason, the urge to pounce on Tomat still hadn't disappeared.

"Um... what are you doing?"

Seeing this, Winter asked in an even more confused tone.

There had been enough unbelievable things already, and the current developments had long since made her forget to ask Tomat why he had brought the Cyborgs into existence.

"I'm making her obey orders!"

With ease, Tomat propped up the cyborg's head with one hand while taking the detector he had brought with him from the hook of his clothes and putting it on his face.

And he didn't forget to repeat his commands.

"sit!"

But it was still of little use.

After a period of searching, the detector's lock-on interface settled on the seemingly harmless face of the cultivator, and the value climbed steadily to around five hundred.

It seems that the nutrient content of Terra's soil is indeed far below normal levels.

But this result only surprised Tomat more.

Due to genetic modification, the cultivated humans possess sufficient intelligence to understand various instructions and know how to obey the strong.

In other words, a situation of disobedience and loss of control will only occur when the cultivator is more powerful than the sower.

Is Terra's land feature a way to "sacrifice combat power and intelligence for higher aesthetic appeal"?

Perhaps there are deeper reasons behind this.

However, Tomat chose a simpler and more direct approach to bring the unexpected plan back on track.

"I let you sit down!!!"

Thomas changed his posture and pressed his palm against the top of the cultivator's head.

Immediately afterwards, press down hard—

The cultivator was replanted in the ground.

However, this land is not soft soil.

Instead, it was a hard floor.

It's like pressing a nail into soft butter; the current cultivators are just heads with curious eyes, peering out.

It seems they completely misunderstand the instructions that Tomat has repeatedly emphasized.

[Main Text] Terra's World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament. Training Chapter: Chapter Sixteen: Regret for Bo's Failure

"Alright, listen to me. Although you all have some foundation, you are still far from being 'strong'. So, in order to help you surpass your limits, physical training alone is not enough. This trainer will be your practical training partner."

After several minutes of fiddling around, the topic of training finally got on track.

As Thomas explained the reasons for using the Cultivator, the Cultivator was now sitting obediently on the ground.

With a swollen bump on his head from being knocked down by Tomat after launching a second attack, he looked aggrieved, his head bowed, his eyes brimming with tears as if he were about to cry.

"Gurgle..."

Then a tear actually fell down her small cheek and onto the ground, making a sharp, sizzling sound.

Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, the floor, while emitting smoke, eroded a smooth pit along the trajectory of the falling "tears".

That was a highly corrosive acid solution unique to the growers.

But for some reason, she no longer needs to open her skull to launch it.

"Hey, hey, hey, did she just leak something terrible?!"

The pungent smell and loud noise would be impossible for anyone with normal senses to ignore.

Winter, who had originally intended to question Tomat about having a "little girl" of unknown origin assist in the training, suddenly pointed somewhat flusteredly at the small hole in the floor in front of the cultivator.

"I've heard from people who've used it that it's a strong acid that can dissolve other organisms, leaving not even bones behind. Anyway, don't worry about the details."

But Thomas only stated the shocking facts in a perfunctory tone, leaving Winter standing there for a moment, lost in a state of existential doubt.

"What's wrong? I heard you used to pester him to train you every day, but now that it's actually time to train, you're scared?"

Lappland mocked Winter, while Melantha clutched her aching stomach in worry.

"Ugh... my stomach hurts, but Sister Snake Slaughter Box isn't nervous at all."

"I think they're all very interesting!"

Snake Butcher's sunny smile eased some of the worries in the former's heart.

However, before those who were not yet prepared could recover from the shock of the various amazing phenomena, Tomat gave an order and announced the start of training.

He cultivated the entire plot of land by hand within five days.

Completing this absurd task is the entrance exam.

After receiving Tomat's "orders," the cultivators would supervise their progress from the sidelines.

Although the participating operators all had different opinions about the Cultivator, apart from the Saria who didn't think too much, they all harbored some distrust towards her.

But since the training was like this, they had no choice but to endure the red gazes that always came from behind them.

The initial training did not include the "sparring with the cultivator" exercise.

This made Lappland impatient, while Winter and Melantha felt fortunate.

They didn't have a deep understanding of the "fighting power" that Tomat mentioned.

However, all three of them knew that they did not yet have the qualifications or strength to challenge this "child".

Afterwards, the doctor spoke with Thomas in detail about many things related to culturing people.

Beyond the origins of the Cyborgs and the reason for Tomat's excessive surprise, the Doctor also revealed a greater interest in Tomat's description of "randomly created super soldiers."

After learning about the relevant information about the cultivator, the doctor speculated on the unexpected possibilities of the cultivator from a rather novel perspective.

One is the source rock components in the soil.

Secondly, there's the smell it carries.