Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

Normal physiological knowledge is useless here.

As the girl pondered her next move, Thomas suddenly tugged at her chest, bringing their faces closer together.

She couldn't even think about how her bra had almost been torn off; the other person didn't seem to want to do that kind of thing.

"What you're going to do... huh?"

When the girl first questioned him, Tomat tilted his head back.

This also puzzled her.

This action, this distance, isn't it exposing the vulnerable area of ​​your throat to yourself?

What on earth is he thinking?

But the girl quickly understood—especially when Tomat "returned" his head, and the head that seemed to have become a blur crashed into her.

[Main Text] Terra's World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament. Debate Chapter: Chapter Forty-Two: A Common Man

This was the worst day of Charné's life.

He felt alienated because he knew nothing about the reasons behind the decision made by the higher-ups.

The unexpected events in the city made him feel that the Special Championship was being disrupted.

And so far, these are not even the most serious situations...

Most seriously, the high-ranking knight assassin of the Unarmored Alliance—Grand Master Platinum—is now in a state of uncertainty regarding his fate.

The Unarmored Alliance, composed of knight assassins, is a little-known entity, much like the royal guards of other nations.

They don't appear on the front lines like the knights of war, but rather work behind the scenes to help those who have to "disappear" for various reasons.

Knights who defy the system, nobles who act arbitrarily, and even corporate tycoons—when they reach into places they shouldn't, the Unarmored Alliance will mobilize in the name of a business alliance.

Their clients are the commercial alliance that has practically sidelined the entire country, yet their slogan is ironically "For Kazimierz," perhaps a final concession to the local nobles who are equally aware of the existence of the Unarmored Alliance.

Charné, who wielded considerable power during the Major, was certainly qualified to mobilize Unarmored Knight Slayers in the name of "maintaining order in the Major." Theoretically, given sufficient justification, all Knight Slayers, from the most ordinary to the highest-ranking Platinum, Blue Gold, and Black Gold, would obey Charné's orders.

However, since the two Blue Gold members were on other missions at the time, and the three Black Gold members were often unavailable, only the Kuranta girl, who was given the title of Platinum, came with them this time.

However, even the platinum one at the bottom of the inverted triangle was originally a safety measure to give Charné more confidence in his actions.

But now, even that last bit of confidence has been shattered.

At this moment, "Platinum Queen," who was being carried under Tomat's arm like luggage, remained motionless. Only the bloodstains that appeared to be dripping from her head indicated that she was not simply "asleep."

Thomas landed in front of Charne and, without any pity, threw the girl at his feet. She lay face up, a clear wound visible on her forehead, the blood staining most of her pretty face red.

The faint breathing made it unclear whether he had simply fallen into a coma or was in critical condition.

"Don't worry, I didn't kill her, I just taught her a lesson."

Charnet didn't know whether to check on Platinum's injuries or to launch a vehement protest against the man before him—he clearly lacked the experience and knowledge for the former, and the strength and courage for the latter.

Faced with Tomat's unreasonable suppression, he could only stand there dumbfounded.

He was worried about whether he would survive Tomat's clutches, and also about how the business alliance would treat him because of this mistake.

He dispatched high-ranking knight assassins from the Unarmored Alliance, but instead, they severely injured her...

In their eyes, as a spokesperson who messed things up, their value was certainly far lower than that of a platinum-level position.

"She seems much stronger than the previous weaklings. Is she your trump card?"

As he said this, Tomat looked around.

Aside from the presence of Rhodes Island operators, there were also some people in the nearby buildings who were relatively taller than ordinary people, but had not yet taken any further action.

Those people were probably his subordinates who had come with Platinum, but they did not make a move at this time.

The sudden collapse of the superiors left many people bewildered, not even realizing what had happened.

Thomas looked at Charné again, his gaze, a mixture of indifference and disdain, making the usually aloof spokesperson for the business alliance feel a sense of isolation and helplessness.

Thomas turned around and mocked without a trace of mercy:

"Disgraceful trash, I don't even want to hit you. You're all from the same race, yet you're so weak and you still dare to stand at the front."

"Mr. Thomas, please don't say that."

The heavily armed operators who had been blocking the entrances and exits cleared a path, from which the Doctor emerged.

While trying to smooth things over with Tomat's harsh words, she also kept an eye on the situation outside.

Seeing that there was only an empty area behind Charne, with no sign of any group, the Doctor said to the operators behind him:

"Everyone, hurry up and get the critically injured patients to our ship for treatment. The transport vehicles will be here soon."

With a wave of the doctor's hand, the staff inside transported batches of infected people to the outside world on stretchers.

It was clear that they had all received some form of emergency care, and some were even on IV drips.

Furthermore, many of them maintained the physical ability to move independently and ventured out into the outside world on their own, accompanied by other operators.

The dark clouds in the sky had not yet dissipated, but the infected knights, who were used to the spotlights of the underground arena, felt that the natural light source seemed a bit too dazzling.

They covered their eyes and looked up at the sky through the gaps between their fingers.

"...We...don't have to stay here anymore? Really?"

Confused voices like these rose and fell among the crowd.

The operators simply nodded at them.

As for Charné at this moment, he had never seen such a scene before.

Even if the infected individuals were to occasionally create illegal gathering areas in the sewage system, there wouldn't be this many people.

"It's all taken care of? What about Bardock and the others?"

Thomas asked the doctor.

"They said they'd be out in a bit."

The doctor made an OK sign with his hand and continued:

"There are more people than expected; we're probably going to be busy."

"I'm sorry, I was just looking for someone, but it turned into so much trouble."

Tomat scratched his head and said what Bardock should theoretically have said as well.

"No need to apologize. Anyway, we don't intend to judge the living conditions of infected people in the city based solely on those people's 'files.' We'll come here to investigate sooner or later, and what we do then won't be much different."

But the doctor declined Thomas's apology, instead offering a sincere expression of gratitude:

"Rather than saying that you discovered this early on, giving some people who probably wouldn't even make it through the night a chance to live, it's just a pity that some people... seem to have already..."

The Doctor sighed, then refused the operator's request to return to Rhodes Island with her, and turned to Charne:

"No, you should go back first. I have something to discuss with the spokesperson—the stadium manager is still asleep."

The doctor walked alone towards Charné.

His actions were strikingly similar to those that Thomas had previously mocked.

Feeling "confident and fearless," they walked at the very front of the line.

However, the fundamental differences between them were not known to Charnet.

At this moment, Charn felt as if the chaos and confusion in his mind were about to burst his head.

—These people are actually willing to go to such lengths to help those infected?

“Mr. Charnette, shall we ‘settle the score’?”

[Main Text] Terra's World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament. Debate Chapter: Chapter 43 Should I kill you all?

Settling accounts?

When Charné heard this word, he certainly didn't think of money accounts in the literal sense.

Rather, it refers to certain "blood debts" involving hatred, sin, and other negative terms.

These are what they owe to those infected.

Even if this competitive system that gives infected people a chance to survive is called "Kazimir's Mercy" in ordinary times, or if the reports write extensively about infected people who perform well.

But everyone behind the scenes who supports this system knows exactly what they are doing.

Is that really compassion? Is that really respect?

Are the gladiatorial battles disguised as "knightly competitions," the economic activities of pleasing the audience and nobles to generate profits, and the practice of using them as consumables, capturing and raising them, will the infected really be praised as a blessing?

These capitalist forces that treat human lives as numbers are certainly aware of what they are doing.

Those infected are not fools either.

But they are not afraid, because no matter how outrageous they are, the infected are powerless to take back what others owe them, even if it is just the most basic right to survival as a living being.

Public opinion would consider such behavior justifiable, and in Kazimierz, if things go too far, they can manipulate the media to take sides.

In any case, people have long been accustomed to not treating infected people as human beings, but simply as the source of all kinds of trouble and danger. Infected people are powerless to resist, and have no better "treatment" to choose from.

Unable to resist, with nowhere to go.

So why should they worry about "owing too much" to infected people in such dire circumstances?

Of course, no one would be willing to stand up for these people for something that would be thankless—there are some infected knights who have made it through the ranks who are planning similar things, but what are they?

A random knight assassin could wipe them all out, then, under the pretext of an illegal assembly or armed riot, they could be given a small, inconspicuous spot in the newspaper before disappearing without a trace.

But today, those days when they had ample justification and backup forces to make them feel no remorse for their actions are over.

A single sentence from the doctor made Charné realize that he did indeed owe a lot.

This oppressive behavior, which is usually not acknowledged verbally and is even beautified, and which is carried out with a sense of complacency and susceptibility, was forced to confront its true nature by such a simple sentence.

However, he still had doubts—to rescue the infected without regard for the consequences and without any benefit, even if he considered himself a saint, such a reasonless rescue seemed extremely foolish.

"Tell me your reasons... your reasons for doing this! Don't tell me you're just doing this to save people! You're willing to defy the law, is it just to satisfy some so-called universal love?"

Charnet already had the thought that he might be killed, but he wanted to at least understand their true intentions before being killed by the woman in front of him whose thoughts he couldn't fathom.