Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

One belongs to the schemer, the other to the leader.

The physical damage combined with the mental strain caused Talulah's posture to tremble as she struggled to maintain her standing position.

Only the Patriot remained standing between the two.

“I have spoken quite a bit with one of your cadres named Froststar. To use what he said that time, I am not fighting for the rights of the infected, nor am I persecuting you on behalf of the non-infected.”

Tomat could throw a punch right now, but he chooses to continue building up his power.

He continued speaking, as if he had found an opportunity to freely vent his will, completely disregarding that Talulah was no longer able to listen to him, and the fleeting wavering Patriot showed beneath his mask after he finished speaking.

"My current identity is 'a Saiyan whose life has been disturbed by your idiotic behavior'—just treat me as an 'ordinary person with ideas and the power to resist your injustice' for now."

He didn't need to repeat what he had said to Frostnova.

Talulah knew perfectly well what was going on, but she was fearless.

Patriots are well aware of this, so they were prepared for it long ago.

"Do you think your enemy is Rhodes Island? Or some other country or organization? Do you think that as long as you focus on dealing with them, you don't need to worry about how other people's lives are affected by you?"

Tomat's fist gradually lowered and stopped in front of his chest.

It's not that the attack is to stop, but rather that Tomat's preparations are complete.

He was grateful that the two people in front of him did not rudely attack him while he was speaking, especially Talulah, who had already made that mistake before.

“Very well, now you need to worry. A rebel who does not belong to any power and has arisen because of your actions is right in front of you.”

The Reunion Movement has gained a lot with its name and banner, but it has also incurred many debts.

Now, it's time to repay the principal and interest.

"Leader, step back."

Patriot's massive size did not mean he had lost his agility. He swiftly grabbed the dazed Talulah like a phantom and sprinted towards the edge of the bridge, which was now completely exposed.

The instant Patriot leaped into the air, Tomat punched the ground.

It wasn't a full-force strike, but it was still a powerful punch.

Chernobog – the mobile city-state of Ursus.

A city-state capable of housing hundreds of thousands of people, with a total area of ​​over a hundred square kilometers, is a considerable size for a mobile city-state.

Although it was torn apart by natural disasters, and its relative integrity was reduced due to the early evacuation of peripheral cities.

Yet it remains an unbelievably enormous creature in the wilderness.

But now, from a distance, the bridge tower, though missing its top floor, still stands tall. After a blinding flash of light, it collapsed softly like a flattened sponge, sinking into the steel-like main body, seemingly into a bottomless pit.

Centered on that pit, tremors rose and fell, spreading outwards from the inside.

A shockwave, visible to the naked eye, swept across the entire mobile city-state in an instant.

Whether the buildings covered in Originium were shattered by the impact or destroyed by the explosion of Originium, endless flames and rubble rose in every corner, only to be dispersed by the shockwave. Every building began to bend and collapse, being pushed away from its original location in a circular, radial pattern.

The various blocks, which were pieced together by a huge metal structure, also began to fall apart. The hinges made of rare steel did not even have a chance to exert their tension before they collapsed instantly, pushing each block away into the distance due to the presence of moving parts at the bottom.

The elevation of the entire city-state—no, the entire region—seems to have decreased.

This area has sunk to an unknown depth of several meters.

"However, you don't have time to worry about it now."

Beneath Tomat's feet were no longer the ruins of Chernobog, but molten rock; everything around him had been destroyed.

He was the only one in the huge crater created by his punch.

The sleeve of his right arm was shattered by the impact of the punch. Tomat moved his shoulders and muttered something no one could hear.

Chernobog was truly destroyed.

The core city's drive unit was reduced to ashes before it even had a chance to explode—or perhaps it did explode, but the negligible impact was nowhere near as noticeable as his punch.

"I, too, for my own purposes, have done things that are far more sinful than yours."

Thomas leaped to the top of the crater, looking down at the mess he had created.

There were no cries of anguish, only deathly silence.

“They are even more appalling than this.”

Thomas once believed that the killings he had committed were out of necessity for survival.

But now he has once again chosen to kill for his own purposes, but this time there is no one who compels him to do so, and his purpose is not left unfulfilled as before.

The Reunion Movement will no longer bother him.

"But how is that any different from what we're doing now?"

The things we pursue now are achieved through killing, and the goals that were never achieved are left bewildered by the killings of the past.

"never mind."

Tomat found a sliver of life remaining.

That seemed to be someone who had flown far to the edge of the ruins of Chernobog on the initial shock.

It could be Talulah, or it could be Patriot, but there's only one.

"Go and finish up the work."

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[Main Text] Dragon Gate Chronicles: Chapter Twenty-Five - Conclusion

"So, that's why you were able to 'convince' Yelena to believe in Rhodes Island, where you are."

Several kilometers from the epicenter of the explosion, amidst the ruins, the Patriot's massive black body is now stained with many crimson hues.

This was the greatest injury he had ever suffered in a century.

His military service as a general of Ursus did not damage his tough body; the only mark left on him was the erosion of time.

Oripathy was constantly robbing him of his life force, but the Sarkaz's forbidden Wendigo technique kept him alive.

"The way you speak..."

Tomat had assumed that Talulah would be the one to survive.

But here all you can see are patriots with broken spears and shattered shields, and you can't sense Talulah's presence anywhere around you.

It appears that the "regicide" was very successful.

How familiar this scene is.

How many times has this kind of work—directly destroying organizations and eliminating leaders—been done to force indigenous people to submit?

The tyrant and her palace were destroyed. If he went back now, even the people at Penguin Logistics might not believe he had actually left.

As for Patriot—Tomat couldn't tell if the other was on the verge of death, because he, like Frostnova, had been weak from the start due to Oripathy.

The other person spoke haltingly in a muffled voice, as if blood was overflowing from their throat, while also explaining their relationship with Frostnova.

"The damage from Oripathy is nothing unusual, Yelena, my daughter, also known as Frostnova."

"...Your daughter is wise and lucky. At least when I met her, she was lucky enough to survive. At that time, I had the right and the power to kill her."

There were only a very few auras around.

Thomas didn't know, nor did he want to know, how those who eked out a living under the ruins had survived, but at this moment he didn't want to concern himself with them.

Life on the surface had long since vanished, leaving only him and the patriot in this desolate ruin.

Tomat didn't ponder why this person, who looked like a Sarkaz or Erafia, had a Cartes' daughter. He simply sat down, looked at the empty space in the Patriot mask, and asked:

"Do you hate me for doing these things? Countless citizens who survived here, members of the Reunion Movement, whether infected or not, have died."

Previously, after doing these things, Tomat simply couldn't find anyone to ask this question.

Patriot did not question what had happened before; he paused for a moment, seemingly pondering the question posed by Thomas.

"Chernobog persecutes and massacres infected people, both soldiers and civilians, and is under attack by the Integrators."

"The Integration Movement has gone astray, made enemies of countless people, and brought about its destruction."

"This is war. Hatred can start a war, but hatred after a war is meaningless except for starting the next war... Bloodshed and death have already happened and will not be shaken."

"But I, having lived for over two hundred years, never imagined that it was truly feasible for one person to start a war."

Half of the deer bone mask shattered and fell to the ground. This mask, which had been with him for who knows how long, could no longer even support his movements when he spoke. A pale man's chin with a short beard was revealed, covered with congealed blood mixed with Originium crystals.

"It's not a war. Neither the balance of power nor the objectives warrant a war."

Tomat, facing the patriots, explained his actions in a calm tone.

"Leaving aside the power disparity, my purpose seems ridiculously selfish compared to your 'righteous cause.' I have said that I only took action to stop you from interfering with my life."

The patriot's hand grasped the broken spear.

Ashes and rubble fell from his body, and the clanging of armor echoed through the silent ruins.

Thomas remained seated, watching the old man, whose age he could not match even if he were to add up his past and present lives, stand before him.

"To use a name to justify killings, to deceive the world and steal a reputation, and to blind oneself, is all the more despicable."

"For ordinary people whose lives are disrupted, a fit of rage is considered a heinous crime? For patriots, to exterminate those infected is perfectly justifiable? What's the difference between killing and killing?"

Patriots always shake their heads at their own title.

Even if others haile him as a hero among the infected.

"I abhor killing, which is why I left my homeland and betrayed the Queen. But, whether in Ursus or Unification, I am still killing."