Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

Incidentally, the receptionists looked at Tomat with disgust as he brought another young woman into the hotel.

Where are you going?

Texas noticed that Tomat was planning to travel again, not out of concern for his personal safety, as there was no need for it, but simply because she wanted to know his next destination.

After all, the phrase "we must not let this happen again" is still very important.

"Cheer City".

Thomas described a place hundreds of miles away from Lungmen—a place no one would want to go near.

The core city of Chernobog, unable to move due to the lack of a key, remains in its original location. A simple search will reveal the current whereabouts of this riot-ridden city ravaged by natural disasters.

However, neither the Ursus Empire, which originally controlled the city, nor Lungmen, which was the target of the attack, had any intention of sending troops to retake or attack the city.

It wasn't just due to various considerations by those in power; more importantly, the giant ape disaster between the two places had already spread to most of the mobile city-states through the network of natural disaster messengers.

No one would dare to approach an area filled with unstable elements.

"Where are you going? It's several days' journey there."

Being separated from one's employer for too long can certainly be a source of trouble for the agent.

Moreover, the destination is Chernobog. You can't exactly tell Rhodes Island that "he went to Reintegration Headquarters" when they send a message asking about the operator's situation.

Croissant didn't want the payment for this commission to go down the drain.

"Don't worry, I'll be back before dawn."

Tomat checked the time; it was nearly midnight.

"So what are you going to do?"

Texas asked another question.

Of course, everyone at Penguin Logistics has many questions.

However, no one bothered to inquire about Tomat's safety.

There are well-organized elite troops from the former Ursus army there.

There also lived the legendary, invincible General Wendigo.

There, too, was Talulah, the tyrant who led a rebellion that unified all of Terra.

There is no reason why these elements should not be dangerous.

But they also seemed to have no reason to believe that he might not pose a threat.

"Temporarily returning to my old profession, in a personal capacity."

Thomas answered Texas's question while looking at the Kingslayer.

"'Kingslayer,' how do you feel?"

He then asked the kingslayer on the sofa a question.

"Damn it..." But after choking for half a minute, the King Killer could only utter these two words before lowering his head and no longer responding.

What he said was hard to believe.

But what he's about to do might actually be real.

The man in front of me plans to go to Chernobog and kill Talulah right now.

The reason was simply that I changed my target at the last minute, which angered him because he didn't want to be disturbed.

The regicide still couldn't forget the aura that Tomat had exuded when he relentlessly pursued him in the alley.

...Was that really a living being?

She had felt Talulah's oppressive aura, witnessed Frostnova's imposing presence, experienced Mephisto's twisted nature, and seen Patriot's unwavering resilience.

Ursus's steel torrents and Victoria's steam-powered cavalry both challenged her perceptions, raising the bar for her understanding of power.

But the kingslayer found himself still without the words to describe Tomat at that time.

—The despair that makes people choose to give up and escape.

"Then please keep an eye on her. I'll be right back." With one foot already out of the room, Tomat turned back to the people inside and said, "By the way, what happens over there afterward is none of my business. Whether it's an explosion or a collapse, it's all just a coincidence. After I get back, let's go to Rhodes Island to finish the commission."

With a click, the door closed, leaving a room full of people whose common sense had long been challenged, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Breaking the silence was Lappland, who had somehow taken Exusiai's repeating gun and approached the Kingslayer. She put her arm around Exusiai's shoulder, sniffed the air carefully, and then suggested to the group:

"Since a Syracuse has arrived, let's play the Syracuse Wheel. But we don't have those revolvers, so how about we use Exia's instead?"

"Stop messing around..." Texas stepped forward and took the repeating gun that was pressed against the head of the motionless Kingslayer, handing it back to Exusiai. "This guy's eyes are even more desperate than that guy who claimed to be from Sicily. What has she been through?"

"Well, who knows?" Lappland didn't seem to care that they couldn't play the game she suggested. "Since we can't play the roulette, how about we bet on something else? Should we bet on whether he 'will come back' or 'how long it will take him to come back'?"

Because she can always find new ways to have fun.

The people of Longmen are used to many things.

For example, there are rubber bullet shootouts on the street, fishmongers chasing gangsters with kitchen knives, female college students scaling walls between buildings, or senior police superintendents subduing fugitive criminals with lotion.

Tomat took off from the hotel entrance in full view of everyone, but it didn't cause any ripples.

All people could see was a person rising into the air, turning into a small black dot, disappearing into the night with only a trail of light, which made some people slightly amazed as to whether some research institutions had developed new equipment.

"Direction set, within three minutes... never mind, full speed ahead."

He adjusted his internal energy to maximize his flight speed under the current conditions.

Like a plane crashing through walls in mid-air, Tomat's flight path created plumes of white smoke that spread out with the massive explosion.

Rhodes Island and Lungmen were instantly left far behind. The ground-hugging flight at the start suddenly stirred up a storm in the endless wilderness, and the moment it climbed, it left cracks and craters in the ground—the land ravaged by the giant ape was steep and uneven, but as it passed through the gaps between the jagged rocks, even the solid boulders collapsed.

Target: the ruins of Chernobog.

The Terrans lack knowledge of aviation equipment.

However, due to the need for natural disaster prevention, they have many means of observing the sky.

"A fireball-like object is flying in this direction with an irregular trajectory! It can't be a long-range weapon, it's a sudden natural disaster!? Notify everyone to evacuate!"

Most of the natural disaster observation towers in Chernobog were destroyed in the last disaster.

However, some parts are still operational after repairs.

They just didn't expect it to work so quickly.

But this early warning is better than nothing.

As soon as he finished broadcasting, the fireball he spoke of grazed the tower, causing it to collapse instantly, and crashed straight into the already dilapidated bridge of the core city of Chernobog.

A barrier of flames stood before her, but Talulah was powerless to stop the storm that arose when this uninvited guest landed—the entire main hall of the tower was completely sheared away, leaving only the open floor.

If Patriot hadn't planted his spear in the ground and raised his shield to shield Talulah, she would have been blown away as well.

Hello.

Even though his outer garment was protected by air, the high temperature of the flight still caused his clothes to emit bursts of scorching smoke.

Tomat looked leisurely at Patriot—and Talulah behind him.

"Oh, it's been a long time, miss."

[Main Text] Dragon Gate Chronicles: Chapter Twenty-Four "The Past"

"Why...have you come here?"

Talulah questioned Tomat, who was brought about by the destruction, but hesitated to make a move.

The gap is already quite obvious.

Terra is not lacking in people who can fly using Originium Arts or special devices.

But this is on a completely different level from what Talulah witnessed firsthand—the speed at which she flew with her own body and shattered the entire bridge of the warship-type core city.

The damage he caused was not even an intentional attack, but merely "collateral damage from the movement".

"Isn't it obvious? I don't know if you had considered something similar before I first appeared, but I believe you've thought about it many times since then."

Have you considered the possibility of rebels emerging on Terra?

The reason she didn't have this before was because Talulah believed herself to be powerful enough to render others powerless against the injustices she inflicted.

She also made her subordinates believe this, allowing them to use their identities as "oppressed infected" to vent their violence wantonly without restraint, thus forming a huge but blind force that she controlled.

But now she needs to worry that her presence is no longer convincing to those infected.

They even need to fear that one day they might be suddenly wiped out.

And it all stemmed from the man in front of him, who even had a slight smile on his face.

The unintentional impact of the flight was enough to shock the two people present.

And now, a "deliberate attack" is on the horizon.

Tomat stood less than a few meters away from Talulah and Patriot, clenching his right fist and raising it high above his head.

"What are you trying to do? There are still tens of thousands of infected people in this city. Are you planning to wipe them all out as well? Under the guise of another organization that claims to be helping the infected?"

When Talulah learned that Tomat had joined Rhodes Island, she knew that as someone who was an enemy of Rhodes Island, she would one day have to face him.

She just didn't expect that day to come so soon.

Talulah didn't understand what Tomat's actions meant, but an instinctive warning told her that the moment that fist landed, all her carefully laid plans would become meaningless.

Therefore, she would use every word and every idea to stop the fist from falling.

Even if it's under the guise of the so-called "innocent infected people" in Chern City.

"No, no, no, I think you've misunderstood something."

The right arm, hidden by the outer garment, was bulging with muscles. The only exposed part of the hand, now wrapped in a swirling, electric-like vortex, had bulging veins pulsating visibly.

"It won't be any organization that destroys you."

Just like in Chernobog, Talulah couldn't sense any reaction from Originium Arts.

But that dangerous energy had already thrown her thoughts into disarray.

Two voices were constantly echoing in her mind.