Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

As Thomas spoke, he opened the next batch of cages and addressed the children inside who were equally afraid to take a step:

"Come out, or continue like this? You choose one."

[Main Text] Terra's World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament. Debate Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Two: Go to Hell!

"...Yes, that's right. We will continue to search for Lily of the Valley and Bubble. As for the things that have been confirmed so far, Dr. Lau will arrange the follow-up work."

Meteor opened the communication device as she walked out of the door that had been torn open by her bare hands.

There were no signs of the ice melting from the heating process, as had been observed with Thomas before.

The door panel, thicker than even heavy knight's armor, was torn in half and thrown on the ground, bearing obvious fingerprints, like a ripped piece of paper.

This is something even the brute force of the Pincer Beast cannot compare to.

Outside the door was still a deep corridor, with some lights at the end, suggesting that the real inner area was beyond.

There was no one guarding the road.

Perhaps for those people, those who truly want to escape wouldn't take this road to the place that gave them these scars.

Therefore, we only need to set up defenses on the road that the Tomats came in on.

However, this also made Meteor breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, she didn't know what kind of scenery she would see the moment she stepped outside if there were people outside.

She looked towards the end, where Bardak stood at the distant exit.

Without speaking, one could tell that the other person was urging them to keep up.

This surprised Meteor, as she hadn't expected Bardock to actually wait for her.

Because of Tomat's insistence on stopping Bardock, she suspected he might be someone who didn't like to follow orders and preferred to act alone. And after that cold display of "anger," she was even more convinced that Bardock might enter the inner area and wreak havoc...

But he didn't.

—At least not yet.

“Let me guess,” the Doctor’s voice came from the other end of the communicator. “Was it Thomas who asked you to do this? And did he know what doing so meant? And then he asked me to send Rhodes Island people to assist?”

Although they were all questions, the similarity in their content made Meteor wonder if Thomas had informed the Doctor beforehand.

The silence of a meteor is tantamount to giving an affirmative answer.

The doctor's voice came again.

However, one cannot sense any resistance to trouble or dissatisfaction with others acting without permission.

This is not as simple as some operators bringing back one or two infected individuals without authorization, as was the case in the past.

Instead, it interferes with the rules of Kazimir, and the slightest mistake would be to become an enemy of the entire country.

Moreover, Rhodes Island is currently on someone else's territory.

Dr. Ke responded very easily:

"Well, there's nothing we can do about that. We were planning to let everyone relax before the exercise—but it seems there's no need for it now."

The doctor's voice was very calm, as if he were talking about leaves falling to the ground due to the changing seasons.

"Thank you for your hard work. I will arrange the next steps. In addition, it is a good opportunity to observe by working with them, but I hope that Miss Meteor can provide as much assistance as possible, such as 'when is it about time to stop' or something like that."

The communication ended, and the meteor arrived beside Bardock.

The area near the exit was just as noisy as the outer area.

Ahead was a gate resembling a railing, through which one could see a man-made site stained with blood.

Two small figures, each struggling to wield a weapon, chased and slashed at each other inside.

Those were Kuranta, a boy wielding a short spear, and Felin, a little girl clutching a dagger, constantly fleeing.

They had no armor for protection, only tattered cloth clothes.

The one who appeared to be slightly older than the Kuranta boy seemed to have the upper hand, relentlessly pursuing the agile Felin girl and occasionally launching an attack that could tear her clothes.

It was clear that the latter was starting to tire, and the loss of agility in the film due to fatigue was equivalent to having its strength reduced by more than half.

"Oh! It seems our little pony has no intention of showing any mercy to this poor little girl!"

"Let's wait and see when she will be pierced through—or rather, when she will be able to launch a counterattack and slit her opponent's throat with a sharp dagger?"

At the same time, the commentary began to play inside the stadium.

Stimulated by this sound, the audience also began to erupt in cheers.

Although it appears smaller in size than the outer area, it seems to be more crowded inside than outside.

Their fervor was no less than that of the spectators watching the infected fight each other.

These people cheered for the struggles of the weak in order to survive.

Because this struggle is ultimately about pleasing them.

"Wow—it's unbelievable, someone actually sent out a drone for off-site assistance at this time!"

The commentator's voice rang out again, and a hole appeared above the arena, from which a drone carrying a weapon resembling a gun barrel slowly flew out.

"Wow, it was actually a big boss who tipped that young lady Feilin! Alright! It looks like the situation has really turned around! Our little pony is about to be riddled with bullets!"

"However, the opposing supporters can also contribute by purchasing drones! The outcome isn't on the field, but on the amount of gold you've invested!!!"

The drone's gun barrel was pointed at the boy.

He looked around in a bit of a panic.

But there are no obstacles here to cover yourself.

run?

Can it be faster than an abrasive bullet?

If anyone's to blame, it's themselves for not trying to please those big bosses properly.

They say that one must rely on their own strength to gain a chance to survive.

In the end, they were just manipulated by them, tearing each other apart like wild beasts in a filthy place.

Some well-dressed spectators showed expressions of disappointment or even anger.

Meanwhile, another person dressed equally smartly showed a joyful expression and clapped and cheered.

Infected individuals gathered on a small, isolated bleacher in the distance, gripping the railing tightly, some closing their eyes and turning their heads away.

The girl with the bruises on the field looked slightly relieved of her fear—but she didn't seem happy.

He even turned to show a pained expression.

After the gun barrel explodes and the spell unit is activated, it detonates the sparks from the Originium charge.

Suddenly, the little girl pounced on him, pinning down the boy who seemed resigned to his fate instead of trying to escape.

"Bang----"

A tremendous sound echoed through the stadium.

But that wasn't the sound of a bullet leaving the barrel.

It was caused by the drone suddenly exploding in mid-air.

"boom!!!"

The loud noise continued.

This time it was the sound of an impact.

A gate resembling a fence slammed directly into the inner wall of the arena.

It was so deep that it caused a tremor that spread from the surrounding stone walls, making those closest to the area feel their hands and feet go numb.

Confused by the strange changes around her, the film girl got up.

While feeling panicked, they also realized that they had not been pierced by the bullet.

The Kuranta boy pointed in a certain direction of the arena—a direction they never wanted to look in.

That's the one-way route used only when transporting severely injured infected individuals who haven't received treatment.

A tall figure slowly emerged from this passageway, which almost no one ever walked through.

Then came another figure that looked rather thin.

"Wh...wh...who are you!?"

It wasn't because the commentator suddenly stuttered that his voice became slurred.

Rather, it seems that the electronic devices in this area have been interfered with and are experiencing some problems.

The lights began to flicker on and off.

The cable carrying the electric current emitted intense sparks.

The electromagnetic coils meant to prevent infected individuals from escaping also overloaded and exploded one after another.

Immediately afterwards, not only the electronic devices, but everyone present felt an indescribable pressure spreading from the center of the arena.

They wanted to escape, but their legs wouldn't move.

I wanted to scream, but it felt like someone was choking me.

Badak's figure stopped at the very center of the arena.

The huge dark clouds that the audience inside the stadium could see were gathering outside.

He stopped in his tracks, his gaze lingering on the ragged child for less than a moment before settling on the well-dressed audience members high above him.

"Alright...you...go to hell!"

[Main Text] Terra's World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament: Chapter Thirty-Three - Your Title

Not everyone can understand Bardock's "Go to hell."

Because the audience consisted mostly of high-level executives from various companies, their backgrounds were diverse, as if they were trying to represent every nationality in Terra.