Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

The current situation has its smooth aspects, but there are still many difficulties that they need to grit their teeth and overcome. However, this time all three of them are trying their best to do what they want to do, which makes them much more motivated than when they were running errands for others. They have no one to be dissatisfied with, only the awareness to convince themselves.

With admiration, Javi saw Rhodes Island as an opportunity to forge a new path for him. Austa, however, was still uneasy about following his "promising" best friend. As for Broca, his experience working under two bosses made him feel that there was nothing worth following in Syracuse now, and naturally, he had no fondness for "organizations."

His interest in Tomat was clearly greater than in Rhodes Island, but he had no choice but to go there to learn more about him. Broca also felt that being with Javi, this straightforward scoundrel, was much more comfortable than his previous environment, so he also chose to go along.

Come to think of it, if it weren't for the ill-fated connection he formed with the two of them over a car theft case, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to come into contact with Tomat. Working together with a clumsy leader and a cautious thinker seems like a pretty good combination.

One person makes the decision, one person thinks, and one person executes—this is how the unfamiliar yet powerful team was formed.

Syracuse is no longer a place they would willingly stay in, both emotionally and rationally, and all that lies ahead for them is a long, desolate road.

As the conversation between the three gradually shifted to their upcoming journey, Tomat and Frostnova exchanged a smile.

Although it seemed that something more complicated was being heard in these words, these unintentional consequences, being unavoidable, were no longer something that the two of them needed to worry about excessively during their journey.

After briefly learning about the three's rather haphazard itinerary, Tomat and Frostnova returned to their RV.

"Where to next?"

The RV returned to the vast wilderness, where they could set off at any time without the need for the careful preparations that Javi and his group had made.

Froststar also asked Tomath where he was going next.

"If possible, I'd like to see places beyond the desert."

Thomas replied while pressing the accelerator:

"Where there's good food, we can go and enjoy some delicious food; or where we hear about some powerful monster, we can go and meet it."

"Besides, I haven't practiced for a while. I've heard that the martial arts skills of the Great Yan people are very high. Maybe I'll run into a few grandmasters worth learning from..."

Froststar complained, "You're out having fun and still thinking about cultivation? Didn't you yourself say that 'playing is part of cultivation'?"

Thomas replied directly:

"Playing is fine, but you still have to be serious when it comes to serious matters."

"But speaking of which, I don't think I've ever participated in any of the training you personally organized. I just followed the courses summarized by the instructors for daily training, and to be honest, it was quite effective."

"My direct guidance is more effective, want to try it?"

"You don't even look at your attrition rate."

As they chatted back and forth, the RV carrying the two of them disappeared into the edge of the desert before they knew it.

Their journey, devoid of a clear goal, continues, and everything that belonged to Terra deviates from its original course due to various unintentional actions.

But in response, those "things that don't belong to Terra," like Tomat and the others, also began to stir in secret.

Columbian astronomers spotted a malevolent star with a dim, shimmering light, appearing without warning in the hazy night sky.

In the frigid lands of Sami, the expedition team seems to have discovered something ominous within the frozen mountain rocks.

Among the musicians of Letania, there is a strange tale about a music box that "sealed the hero".

This was only the tip of the iceberg.

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I'll stop writing this daily life side story here for now. It was quite a struggle to write original content for places that Yostar hadn't even explained clearly. I'll gradually add these daily travel stories or other Saiyan daily life stories as needed. Of course, the setting will include, but is not limited to, Rhodes Island. The content may also be more scattered and disorganized than the long Syracuse story.

According to the vote, the next step is to write the Fool's Number.

[Event] Fool's Day Memories: Chapter 1 - A Simple Unboxing

Similar to Operation Originium Dust and Under the Tide, these events occur quite late in the game's timeline, and are therefore considered independent events taking place in a relatively distant period. Everything within this volume takes place in a "more future" Terra. Readers can skip this volume and go directly to the main story, as the timeline in the main story is continuous.

In the stuffy room bathed in red light, Tomat's terminal rang, causing him to stop what he was doing, drenched in sweat in the specially designed gravity chamber.

"Ok?"

But upon seeing the caller ID note, Tomat was quite surprised to turn off the gravity field and then went outside to answer the call.

"What's wrong, Dr. Kal'tsit? Is there another fight breaking out outside the battle room?"

Kal'tsit rarely contacts him, since their relationship isn't close enough for them to exchange daily messages or for one to tirelessly assign tasks to the other. Most of the time, the operators can handle things themselves, so Tommat was quite surprised that Kal'tsit took the initiative to contact him.

The only thing he could think of was that some of the rapidly improving guys couldn't resist the urge to fight with others without permission. In such cases, it was indeed necessary for him to step in and stop them, since the others were either busy with their own things or not even here at all.

"No, please rest assured. Thanks to your and the instructors' joint efforts and management, inappropriate battles on Rhodes Island are no longer common. The operators are also very conscientious in maintaining order and will not recklessly vent their power just because they have grown stronger. This is all thanks to your and Mr. Gohan's education on the concept of strength."

"In short, I am not contacting you to request any physical labor, nor to disturb your extremely disciplined daily training and self-improvement. I am well aware that this time period is your training time, but I still feel it is necessary to inform you of the current situation."

“I am surprised that you have become acquainted with people from distant capitals without my knowledge. Of course, I have no intention of interfering with or denying this behavior. I understand that every step you take is not a random act without considering the consequences. However, I am still surprised that you have dealings with the high-ranking officials of the island nations.”

"And I also found that this was not just polite verbal affection. Both you and the other person regarded the relationship as a real one worth maintaining, and gave it symbolic meaning."

Kal'tsit, on the other end of the phone, delivered the above message in her usual calm tone, while Tomat responded with various tones of "um" as she spoke.

“Hmm…I understand.” Tomat hesitated for a moment, then asked directly, “So could you please explain it in a simpler… way?”

“There’s a package sent to you from Iberia, signed Dario. I know him; he’s one of the Iberian Grand Inquisitors.”

As it turns out, Kal'tsit can indeed keep things simple, but no one knows what she went through to develop that cautious way of speaking that's almost like a jumble of nonsense—it infuriates impatient people, yet they also sense that her words are full of caution and a survival instinct, even though many feel she's just rambling on with a straight face.

"Grand Inquisitor...Grand Inquisitor...Oh, I remember now, it's him. Wait a moment, I'll go get it right away."

Iberia, the Grand Inquisitor, the courier—after piecing together these scattered but vaguely familiar clues, Tomat managed to recall quite a few things.

A while ago, I went to a place called Saltwind City with Skadi, and we were accompanied by an Agor woman whose grilled food smelled delicious.

I encountered some creatures called "fear fish" there, and in short, some things happened around them and a church with inexplicable motives.

There were battles, but they didn't leave a deep impression.

If there's anything I remember, it's that "the food was really enjoyable."

The Grand Inquisitor was also someone he met during this time. Tomat's impression of him was that he was a "local civil servant." The other party didn't bother him, and he didn't cause trouble for the other party either. They left a good impression on each other.

After the incident, the Grand Judge said he and his colleagues would take over the town's revitalization efforts, gradually restoring the area threatened by the terror fish to its former glory. He also invited people to come and taste the local seafood specialties.

At that time, the Grand Inquisitor did not give his name, but now that he has sent something here with that title and signed it himself, it seems that he is preparing to fulfill his promise.

I ate quite a lot of dinosaurs that time, but the Grand Judge said that there probably wouldn't be any more dinosaurs after that. However, normal seafood is just as delicious. Besides eating it directly, it's also good to let those who are good at cooking prepare it.

Therefore, Thomas went to the Rhodes Island platform to collect the goods with great anticipation.

It might be a package sent from afar, or it might just be an invitation; it doesn't matter which one, since flying from here to Iberia is just a blink of an eye anyway.

Rhodes Island has now been renovated to be more spacious. On the lowest storage platform, various giant containers are neatly arranged in sections. In one area closest to the bottom warehouse door, there is a conspicuous blue reinforced container, which is about three or four meters long, wide and high, and can be considered a standard cube.

Kal'tsit and some logistics operators stood in front of the crate. When they saw Tomat arrive, they made way for him to approach the crate.

"So big?" Tomat exclaimed subconsciously, sensing the cargo container and noticing a lot of lively activity inside. "No need to rush. You notified me as soon as it arrived. You could have just put it in the cargo area and told me. It's been transported for so long, a little more time won't make a difference."

"But speaking of which, this seafood is really lively. It's still alive. The Grand Inquisitor is quite something."

Since they've specially delivered it, let's eat it first. With that in mind, Thomas decided to carry it directly to the restaurant.

Just a quick glance at the contents reveals they're quite substantial. And since the other Saiyans aren't here today, only Gohan is. That should be enough for a seafood party with a few friends.

“But we don’t think this is seafood, because something is clearly wrong during the transport,” said the operative in charge of the cargo. “Well, it was fine when we handed it over to the Iberian envoy, but the closer we got to Rhodes Island, the more turbulent the contents became… How could it possibly be seafood?”

Thomas pondered for a moment, then suggested with an expression that showed no sense of crisis:

"Why don't we open it here and see what the Grand Inquisitor sent over?"

At the same time, Kal'tsit's eyelids twitched involuntarily, but she said nothing.

[Event] Fool's Past: Chapter Two: There is such a thin and weak terror fish in the world!

"Oh, right, there's also a letter here that you need to open yourself. I think it's better to read this before opening the goods."

Before Tomat could act, Kal'tsit took out a damp envelope from her bosom. It still carried the lingering smell of the sea, but the envelope was decorated with many ornate gold-stamped patterns.

Tomat took it, tore it open, glanced at it a few times, and then handed it to Kal'tsit: "I can't understand Iberian, can you help me take a look?"

“If you don’t mind letting me see the contents of this private letter…” Kal’tsit took it and unfolded it to read slowly. “Anyway, the first part is a long string of pleasantries.”

"Skip that, let's see what he says is in there." Before Kal'tsit could speak, Tomat said, "Let's get to the point." She reluctantly flipped through the remaining content and then said:

"Grand Inquisitor Dario stated that this is a new species of dinosaur they caught near the Iberian port city of Granfalo, and he thought you or Rhodes Island might be interested in them, so he sent some over..."

At this point, Kal'tsit looked around—the other operators had all left because they had other work to do, so only Tomat and she were around.

After making sure no one nearby had heard her, she looked at Tomat, then her gaze fell on the large cargo container that was now making loud banging noises and shaking.

"...I highly doubt whether this action was actually approved by the court. This isn't seafood that can be frozen and shipped to various places. Isn't it too dangerous to pack it in boxes and send it to inland areas? You've already been in contact with the terror fish, so you should understand that the danger of this creature is no less than that of the dangerous creatures you've encountered before."

However, Thomas, with his arms crossed and staring intently at the increasingly swaying cargo box, thoughtfully agreed—though only to a portion of the letter relayed by Kal'tsit:

"It's definitely different from the previous ones, and I'm actually quite interested."

He selectively ignored the "danger" Kal'tsit mentioned.

"Your interest in these creatures stems from...?"

Kal'tsit put away the letter and asked in return.

“Of course we’ll eat it, what else? All the food I’ve eaten before has tasted pretty good, I wonder what’s different this time.” Tomat answered without hesitation. “I’ll just ask, and I’ll tidy it up and take it to the kitchen.”

"But if that's the case..."

Kal'tsit understood the danger posed by the Terrorfish, and this wasn't a professionally sealed-off area. Leaving them exposed here, aside from their inherent danger, wouldn't be good for too many people to witness. She was about to speak up to stop them when Tommat misunderstood her meaning and replied:

"I'll keep one for you to study, and if all else fails, I can go to that town and catch some for you."

"No, that's not the point. What I mean is..."

As he spoke, Tomat condensed his energy into a blade shape, preparing to slash at the cargo box, but his movement stopped just before he struck it.

It wasn't Kal'tsit's words that had any effect, but rather the changes that had occurred in the cargo container before them—and at the same time, an unusual aura was detected.

"Bang!!!!"

With a loud bang, a huge, sharp bulge appeared from the inside out on the solid metal box of the cargo container. On the surface of the bulge, one could barely see the undulations of threads, as if a drill bit was embedded inside.

"Hmm? Looks like I won't need to open the box myself."

On the level of aura, Tomat just sensed a strange scene: the several auras that were constantly clamoring inside the box had now dwindled to just one, but it was not any of the previous ones, but a completely new entity.

They repeatedly disappeared and were born during the time Tomat was near them, until finally the existence that Tomat now feels remains.

"M3!!!"