Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

Roy's lips twitched, and he looked at Monica, who had a serious expression, with some embarrassment.

"Ha...you've been scared out of your wits, haven't you? But how are you going to 'live a normal life' now that you've lost an arm?"

Monica replied with a very resolute attitude:

"Don't worry, I will take responsibility."

A brief silence fell over the park, followed by Roy's shocked question, a mixture of laughter and tears in his eyes:

"...Hey! Are you serious!?"

The business alliance does not have a deep understanding or control over the Unarmored Alliance. Even if it has the power to mobilize them, it cannot fully understand their specific movements. In reality, they are more like an independent organization, only nominally available for manipulation.

They had no idea what the Unarmored Alliance was planning.

It is also unclear whether the work of clearing out the infected and assassinating the vegetable knight has been completed.

Anyway, the lower-level members know nothing, and the cadres in the inverted triangle are all elusive. If you really want to know the situation, you can only wait for them to contact you.

Business alliances only need to do what they're supposed to do.

They don't need to know much about the Unarmored Alliance. What these people are obsessed with is using economic manipulation to play games between countries. They don't care about the waves stirred up by countless insignificant individuals.

Like the Black Knight, Blood Knight, and Radiant Knight, the Vegetable Knight and the Saiyan Knight were rebels.

But the trouble they cause is always temporary.

As long as they remain participants in the esports arena, the controversies they cause will eventually be forgotten amidst new games and the overwhelming media coverage.

Everything will continue as usual in Kazimir.

—At least that's what they think.

Midnight, a 24-hour supermarket near an area where infected people live.

"I'm so sorry to have asked you to come along..."

"It doesn't matter, let's go back after we've bought it."

Even in remote urban areas with clusters of infected individuals, there are large enough supermarkets selling daily necessities. However, the infected individuals, dressed in rags, are still unable to enter to shop, so the task of buying things falls to Shining, Nightingale, and Bardock.

A decent outfit and a face that you can recognize if you follow the game are, in a way, a pass to avoid those boring questions.

"Um... after the discount, the total is 6500 Kazimierz gold coins. Would you like to apply for a membership card?"

Bardock shook his head expressionlessly, then picked up the packed supplies and prepared to leave.

"Then...do you need delivery service? We can have someone deliver it to your door."

Bardock ignored them and left the supermarket, which was still open late at night, with Nightingale and Shining.

"Could you please sign your autograph for me?"

The shop assistant suddenly tried to persuade him to stay, but Bardock turned around, glanced at the assistant, and said:

"...I can't write."

The supplies, in large and small packages, should be enough to supply Nightingale and her settlement for quite some time. They didn't buy more simply because there's a limit to how much they can carry.

It has nothing to do with strength; it's just that if you pile them up too much, it's inconvenient to carry them back in one go.

"I'm sorry, I need to push a wheelchair here, so I can't help with the moving."

"Just walk faster."

That evening, some people in the gathering area lit multiple bonfires, and gathered around them to enjoy the food provided by the "Independent Knight Bardak," indulging in a hearty meal.

Someone was crying in a corner, clutching a warm meal.

Bardock thought she wasn't full, so he gave her a few more bento boxes.

A group of children surrounded him, curiously asking a familiar question:

"Uncle, you're a knight, right? So the 'good knights' in the books really exist?"

However, Bardock didn't understand what this had to do with the Knights.

Or perhaps it's a bewilderment that the people of this city are so eager to idolize knights, yet they are seen as something of "such low standards."

His opponents on the field left him bewildered.

His experiences after becoming a knight in name only made him believe that it was all just a hollow title.

"Kid, if this is what you call a knight, then most normal people would be knights. But it seems there aren't many normal people around here, and it's even forced you to live abnormal lives."

They pondered Badak's words with a mixture of understanding and confusion.

But he remained convinced that the other party was the true knight.

The sun rose as usual the next day.

The park, which had witnessed the bloody massacre, left no trace except for the unrepaired hole.

The infected people who woke up in the settlement were still sleeping on the hard, cold floor mats, but they were not woken up by hunger today; the feeling of having eaten a full meal the night before lingered in their stomachs.

The Business Alliance was busy with business, the Oversight Council was handling proposals, the Unarmored Alliance continued to operate covertly, and the Major began a new round of knightly competition.

The citizens are celebrating, while the knights are fighting.

The Rhodes Island staff continued dealing with various matters related to the infected, and then met with representatives from the Business Alliance and the Supervisory Council who had suddenly arrived.

Everything continued as usual, yet subtle differences emerged in various small details.

Rhodes Island, training platform.

"Let me see how much you've changed. You've been on the island for a while now, haven't you?"

"Yes, Mr. Thomas...!"

"Call me Instructor!"

"Yes, yes, instructor!"

Markowitz, who no longer looked so slovenly, still seemed somewhat timid.

However, under Rinko's "care," he gained some courage to stand in front of others and throw a punch.

"Since he's a friend Zofia knew before, I won't be too demanding. In short, I'll let him adapt to the most basic training within a week."

As Nearl spoke, the "basic" she referred to was naturally Rhodes Island's current standards.

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"Hmm, not bad. Judging by the time, you've indeed made a lot of progress..."

"This is all thanks to Lord Radiant Knight's excellent teaching."

Markowitz is now scarred.

The opponent was obviously unable to withstand Tomat's attacks, so he only managed to make Markowitz fall a few times.

But he still stood tall in front of Tomat—even taller than when he was forced to become the "big boss."

However, in terms of speaking habits, he still maintains a timid humility.

“Mr. Markowitz, I’ve said it many times, there are no Radiant Knights here, only Rhodes Island’s operator and instructor ‘Nearlight’.”

Lin Guang reminded him sternly from the side.

"Yes, Instructor Nearl!"

"By your standards, what level would he be considered now?"

Tomat sought Nearl's advice, as she was clearly more adept than Tomat at assessing strength according to Rhodes Island's internal standards.

"He barely passed the test for the reserve vanguard. Although the time was short and he had congenital physical deficiencies, Mr. Markowitz made up for many shortcomings with his amazing self-discipline."

Lin Guang replied.

"To be fair... he's even more impressive than many of the younger operators."

"Ah... thank you for your recognition..."

When Markwitz first met Nearl on Rhodes Island, his reaction was similar to that of most Kazimierz: he didn't simply see her as a Kuranta, but rather associated her with the honorary title of "Radiant Knight."

The preconceived notion that "he and she were never from the same world" made him somewhat hesitant at first.

But as time went on, he went from being flattered by the recognition he received the first time to gradually being able to accept praise from people who were supposed to be "high and mighty".

Perhaps here, Lin Guang, as an instructor, could indeed be considered a "superior," while he himself was merely someone temporarily staying here and inexplicably receiving strange training.

There is still a gap in status between the two sides.

But he gradually realized that this gap was by no means the "insurmountable chasm" he had wholeheartedly acknowledged in Kazimierz.

At least on Rhodes Island, what determines right and wrong is often behavior and attitude, rather than being born wrong and subject to arbitrary bullying and manipulation simply because one has a more "inferior" status.

Infected individuals, patients—and those agents with complex backgrounds who are willing to openly share their experiences, as well as "ordinary people" who are willing to be tolerant of these situations.

It is both incredibly complex and remarkably simple.

So much so that if Markowitz tries to deal with what he sees using past common sense, it actually makes things more complicated.

For example, one might subconsciously treat Lin Guang with a respectful attitude akin to fear.

"If you're willing, you can find a job here. After all, I've been a boss before, and there's bound to be a place where I can help you."

Thomas suggested to Markowitz:

"This place is much better than that city where you might run into a bunch of people who want to kill you if you take a walk in the middle of the night."

"...Thank you."

When Kazimir is mentioned, Markowitz's feelings become somewhat complicated.

There are things there worth cherishing, and things there worth resenting.

It's impossible to find peace in such a short time.

But I am not yet qualified to "settle" certain matters.

Markowitz continued:

"I'm already incredibly grateful that you brought me here... In short, I'll do my best to help, whether it's with paperwork or... training, I'll do my best."

The doctor's voice rang out, and she arrived at the training platform, followed by Amiya.