Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

"Kill for the king's command, kill for the infected, kill for yourself."

The number of kills by Tomat was far greater than that of the Patriots.

But even Tomat could not match the years of the Patriots' fighting.

"The purposes may differ, but the people being killed do not feel any difference, nor do they care whether your purpose has been achieved after you kill them."

"Because they are all dead, that is the only thing they have in common."

The only difference between the people they killed was the physical form of their corpses.

Will you regret doing so many things you didn't want to do and still not achieving your goal?

Regret is a very cowardly word.

But this at least shows that the person who said the word still remembers what they did.

"Regret won't change anything, young man. Are you regretting this city?"

Patriot continued to support his body with the broken spear, struggling to attach the shield as well.

Thomas helped him by bending down and picking up the black shield, which was mostly broken but still heavy.

—The paint job of Integration Movement on it is still glaring.

"It's more than that, but more dissatisfaction than regret."

Thomas watched as the Patriots rearmed themselves.

"If you're dissatisfied, then go and fight, fight against fate."

The patriots roared.

The ruins beneath their feet trembled as the broken spear pierced through them.

Dark techniques swirled around him, distorting the surrounding space at will.

Even if it's a fate of destruction.

Thomas took a few steps back, took off his coat, and stretched out his hands in a fighting stance.

This was the first time he had used this gesture.

It was also his humble expression of respect.

"I have also struggled with a destiny that was destined for destruction, but what if I am the one who survives after the destruction?"

Thomas continued to ask questions.

"Then, remember all of this, and live better, because you have already succeeded in defying fate."

Tomat began his first battle in Terra.

Patriot began his final battle as a Reunion cadre.

No one witnessed any of this.

The moment the two figures collided did not cause much of a ripple.

But this was the last banner of the Reunification Movement in Chernobyl.

The unyielding flag embedded in the "Shield of the Infected".

It has now been completely shattered.

"The cleanup is complete. Now, the Reunion Movement has been destroyed."

Thomas flew into the air and headed back towards Lungmen.

The clothing on his right arm was burned off by a punch earlier.

The sleeve on his left arm was also torn open by the sharp blade.

"I'll probably get nagged by Croissant when I get back..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Many of the patriots' speeches in this chapter are taken from Chapter 7; I've borrowed them here with some modifications. I wonder if it will feel out of place.

[Main Text] Dragon Gate Chronicles: Chapter Twenty-Six: Behave Yourselves, You're Always the Ones Who Cause Trouble

Thomas returned to his original hotel, where Penguin Logistics staff were still waiting for his return.

But when he arrived over the hotel, he hesitated and did not land for a long time.

He saw that the windows on a certain floor were completely shattered, with thick smoke still rising from them. Glass shards and piano keys were scattered all over the street, and orange-yellow police tape had been put up around the perimeter of the street.

Police lights flashing red and blue were raised, and operatives in Guard Bureau armor were maintaining order.

Thomas sensed that Exusiai and the others were still inside, and the floor where the window shattered didn't seem to be their room's floor.

He landed outside the cordon. His sudden appearance and torn sleeve naturally surprised the helmeted Guards personnel, who then became wary and tried to drive him away.

"An explosion has just occurred here. All unauthorized personnel are requested to leave. Superintendent Chen is conducting an investigation; please do not disturb him!"

Superintendent Chan?

I think I've heard of someone using this name before.

"Boss! You're back!"

When he looked from the hotel entrance into the lobby, he saw the Penguin Logistics personnel who should have been in their rooms there. Exusiai even spotted Tomat outside the security perimeter at a glance.

At this moment, they were being lectured as if they were facing a smartly dressed woman with long, blue hair and horns.

—Oh, I remember now, it was that hot-tempered dragon girl who slammed her fist on the table and stood up during the meeting in response to Kal'tsit's speech.

"So why are you trying to fool me? This won't do you any good. You said he went to Chernobog, but he's back in no time?" Superintendent Chen turned to look in the direction where Exusiai had greeted him, his sharp eyes furrowing as he scrutinized Tomat's face as if examining a criminal.

“I’ll talk to him. Tell him to be honest. You guys are always involved when something happens.”

Chen—or rather, the entire Lungmen Guard Bureau—and Penguin Logistics can be considered acquaintances.

As for why they became familiar with each other, it was largely due to the latter's decisive and efficient work style, which always resulted in the loss of public property.

"Mr. Tomat, is that right? May I ask you to come inside and talk to me?"

Thomas shrugged helplessly.

He had only been gone for less than thirty minutes.

It seems that the people at Penguin Logistics have gotten caught up in some kind of trouble.

He just couldn't understand why people on other floors were involved in an explosion in another place.

"what happens?"

Tomás pushed aside the police tape and entered the hall.

"You are now illegally detaining a high-profile infected criminal instead of notifying the police, which led to his escape and caused property damage to citizens. Please cooperate with our investigation and follow-up actions."

"What?! She dares to run away?"

Now it's much clearer.

The kingslayer tried to escape while she was away, but the others wouldn't let her go, and the ensuing fight resulted in damage to other parts of the hotel.

Are there any casualties?

"No, the fugitive has been subdued. In a sense, I need to thank you on behalf of the citizens of Lungmen for bringing a wanted criminal who intruded into Lungmen under control. But objectively speaking, the loss of citizens' property cannot be ignored."

How much will the fine be?

"Fortunately, the conservative estimate is over 180 million Lungmen Dollars."

Chen even had a slight smile on his face when he said the number.

She would certainly feel sorry for the loss of citizens' property.

But it also depends on who that citizen is.

Perhaps one of her colleagues would be better suited to handle the current situation, but Chen is the closest person to Lungmen Square and is also a high-ranking member of the Guard Bureau responsible for overseeing the reconstruction of the Guard Bureau.

The explosion was not something to be taken lightly, especially since the area where the explosion occurred was the location that Wei Yanwu had told her about—the location of a person who needed to be closely monitored.

However, upon arriving here, I never expected to encounter such a nonsensical yet valuable event.

Chen not only had the opportunity to use this opportunity to test the truth of the person who supposedly possessed information about the giant ape under a legitimate pretext, but also gained a cadre from the Reunion Movement.

This is a rare opportunity to learn about the Reunion Movement through the Kingslayer—especially about "that person."

"One million eight hundred thousand? Why so much? And how did you assess it so quickly?"

After Thomas attacks a planet, it takes almost half a month to calculate the additional damage compensation, but Superintendent Chen in front of him casually recited the number.

"Because the fact that the destroyed piano was worth 180 million Lungmen dollars is common knowledge among the local residents."

Thomas glanced back at the piano keys scattered on the floor, and then said.

"...Wait, can I go make a phone call first?"

Please make yourself at home.

Two minutes later.

"Ugh, this PhD student is completely unreliable..."

Thomas returned to the hotel lobby, cursing. The Penguin Logistics staff and the Kingslayer, now more restrained, were still there, but Lappland was nowhere to be seen.

As an infected person, appearing openly here is not something that can be allowed casually, especially since there are Guard Bureau personnel all around. Moreover, even if she were not infected, as a wanted criminal in Syracuse, she should not show her face here.

"Well, we can ask the boss about compensation... I mean, the Emperor Boss, since the wine bottle he smashed last time cost several million LMD..." Normally, Croissant would immediately notice the damage to Tomat's newly bought clothes and loudly proclaim that he didn't know how to cut costs, but with such a large sum of money in front of her, she couldn't muster the energy to say anything. "Waaah... my Siesta paid leave is definitely ruined..."

"By the way! Is there a bounty on this guy?!"

Exusiai, who was standing to the side, picked up the Kingslayer, who was bound hand and foot, blindfolded and gagged, by the rope, and flashed her aura as if she had thought of a brilliant idea.

Do you think Ursus would pay a bounty for a fugitive captured in Lungmen?

Texas's cold words shattered Exusiai's illusions.

“Three hundred Lungmen Dollars plus a banner that reads ‘Good Samaritan Citizen,’ that’s the most I can offer.” Even Chen added, seemingly unsure whether he was serious or joking, “In any case, the compensation issue isn’t the main point. First, please go to the temporary Guard Bureau Center; there are many things that can only be resolved there.”

Chen urged them to hurry up and go to jail, but Thomas remembered something important because the group had just focused their conversation on the terrified Kingkiller.

Thomas began rummaging through his pockets, one after another, as if he had casually carried something unimportant with him.