Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

Upon hearing this, Goredia stopped worrying.

The reason why the Deepsea Hunters were not allowed to return before was because the traitors who usurped the city of Agor wanted to go along with the prevailing opinion and shift the blame to the Deepsea Hunters according to people's wishful thinking. However, they had already secretly planned to lure Skadi and the others back.

However, the conspiracy has been exposed. Although the deeper conspiracy was not revealed to the Agor society—such as the secret attraction of the "newborn" inside Skadi—the fact that it was simply revealed on the surface that "the Agor leadership betrayed Agor, turned themselves into monsters, and conspired with the Deep Sea Church and the Terrorfish to destroy the world" was enough to reverse public opinion.

People will only think that those high-ranking traitors who called for the Deepsea Hunters not to return and portrayed them as failed experiments were simply afraid that the Deepsea Hunters would return and expose their true colors.

Little did they know that it was actually they who prevented the Deepsea Hunters from returning, forcing the traitors who had intended to lure Skadi back to compromise.

However, the plot being thwarted is a better outcome, even if the Agors had no idea of ​​the full picture of the conspiracy.

Following this, Goredia also requested a period of time to act alone, as she intended to gather the Agorians on land.

Skadi's operation was confined to a single city, but the conspiracies that unfolded within that city were enough for Goredia to glimpse the state of the entire country.

Other cities may also have been infiltrated by the Deep Sea Church, meaning that countless traitors to the Agor people now hold high positions and are plotting a disgusting scheme to destroy the world for the Terrorfish.

Grétia did not plan to return before because she felt the timing was not right. She believed that there was more resistance at the social level, so she needed a more tactful way to return rather than forcibly returning and causing unnecessary conflict.

But now it seems that conflict is necessary.

If the boycott of the Deepsea Hunters' return is truly only driven by public opinion, Goredia understands this from a political perspective and is willing to wait for it.

But to continue waiting now that she knows the truth is to stand idly by and watch Agor's demise, to watch helplessly as the Deep Sea Church and those monstrous fish defile her country.

wait?

The fact that they are waiting to welcome him back suggests that they have already devised a new scheme to exploit the Deepsea Hunters.

What Goredia needs to do now is not to wait, but to come uninvited, forcibly tear open the gates of the underwater city, and then string together those traitors who racked their brains to destroy the world before completely undermining and corrupting Agor.

Therefore, Gladys temporarily left Rhodes Island, along with a considerable number of Agor operators.

Of course, all of this is permitted with approval, not leading a team without authorization.

Rhodes Island itself also organized a support force stationed in Iberia, led by the elite operator Tulip. With Carmen's assistance, it obtained official permission from Iberia to deploy a large number of support teams near the coastline.

Agor has once again reached a mutual assistance agreement with Iberia.

However, this time the Agors came from land, rather than escaping from the sea.

But they were also far more "orthodox" than the Agor in the sea, because in their view, the country in the sea that had been completely infiltrated could only be called Agor again after all the traitors had been expelled.

Thus began the war to expel the Agor traitors, eliminate the Terrorfish, and reclaim the city, with the Agor forces led by Goredia sounding the horn.

It's time to go back to my hometown.

This is a good ending.

It's also a good start.

A person who could have died and caused grief to others has survived to this day under these circumstances.

People who could have caused more harm and done something irreversible did not fall into conspiracy and descend into madness.

What was originally a passive situation that seemed to last for an unknown period of time has now finally given them the strength to fight back and the most opportune moment.

Everything seemed so incredible, yet so perfectly natural.

Because the present moment is the only reality.

—So, what if, "what if," there were more possibilities in this world, and the world where Tomat and Rhodes Island lived did not develop as originally planned, and everything was on the "original track," or rather, "a worse situation"? What would that look like?

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[Event] Fool's Day Stories: Part Two - Now, Time for Fantasy

——【At some unknown point in time】——

Location: Terra's Final Defense - Ark City

Time: 3:30 PM

Climate: Cloudy turning to dusty rain

A figure was asleep at a desk in a dark room.

Even though that familiar hood covered her face, you could still feel the weariness emanating from her.

Papers and books were piled up everywhere, and the communication equipment used for contact was covered in dust. On the cracked screen, the zero signal area was like an eye, silently staring at the sleeping man.

But for her, this brief respite was far from a sound sleep, because even with her eyes closed, the scenes that tormented her continued to play before her eyes—in her mind—like an old slideshow, but she could no longer evoke any corresponding echoes in her ears.

This was the 322nd day she had survived. A maddening stillness lingered in every corner of Terra, driving away every decibel of sound.

Although in this small fortress, which has yet to be touched by disaster, sounds occasionally return temporarily due to the effectiveness of the protection, this still cannot help people regain a normal mindset from the fear of "waiting for destruction".

This applies even to PhD students.

She could no longer distinguish whether she was still alive or conscious.

The office was deserted and silent, a personal space for the doctor to be alone in peace. Although it was quiet everywhere these days, she still chose this place, which had a similar layout to the past but no longer held any meaning, as her place of rest.

She used to be able to make all sorts of preparations for the battle here, and every thought and every all-nighter added more possibilities for victory.

But now, "preparing for battle" has become synonymous with "wasting time."

"……what!"

The doctor let out a soft gasp, then suddenly sat up and looked around nervously.

She subconsciously looked around every corner of the room, and then realized with a sense of loss that no one would wake her up when she was dozing off, or sit quietly by her side, waiting for her to wake up and greet her or tease her.

This sense of melancholy has probably been repeated hundreds of times since that day.

The number of familiar figures around him dwindled until there was no one left.

She already understood the current situation, but she still looked around after waking up time and time again, just like the doctor's heart, still resisting the current reality, firmly believing that every time she woke up, everything she had experienced could be turned into a nightmare that could disappear at will.

She used to hate having nightmares because they made her feel terrible.

But now she hopes she really did have a nightmare, because as soon as she wakes up, all the annoying things will disappear.

However, she was not awakened by a nightmare today; she simply saw a strange scene in her dream.

Unlike the occasional dream that makes her feel even more pain and despair upon waking, where "everyone is still here and the disaster has not happened at all," this is a different kind of dream.

The dream the doctor had today was actually an absurd one that she would find too far-fetched to even recount.

"...After joining Rhodes Island, several powerful operators led us through many difficulties, and even became beings completely unafraid of calamities?"

The scene shifts to the outer high wall of the Ark City. Kal'tsit's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly after hearing the Doctor's calm explanation. She closed her eyes and slowly replied:

"It was indeed an interesting dream, unlike any I've had before."

Kal'tsit then looked towards the direction beyond the high walls again, and added:

"This means you may be gradually emerging from the mire of negative emotions. Don't worry, this doesn't mean you're starting to forget or belittle certain things. Some wild fantasies can also have a calming effect on your mind. Thank you for sharing, Doctor."

As if she could read the Doctor's mind, Kal'tsit responded positively and acknowledged the dream.

After all, the Doctor himself was worried that this dream was not about his past daily life or the voices and smiles of the departed operators, but whether it meant that he had begun to forget the scars and pain caused by their deaths.

The doctor wasn't afraid of the pain of losing his companions every time he woke up; he was only afraid that his own forgetfulness and disregard would completely erase their existence.

A person can die twice.

One is death in a biological sense, the loss of life.

One is a death that no one remembers, that completely fades from the hearts of others.

The doctor didn't want them to die again.

She and Kal'tsit looked into the distance together—at a distance visible to the naked eye, the color of the sky seemed to have been eroded, radiating an eerie, dark blue from the horizon.

That was the light produced when the dinosaurs invaded the earth, using the luminescent proteins in their bodies to transmit information.

A month ago, this light wasn't so noticeable, but now it's enough to illuminate the cloud-covered sky, like a luminous tide moving forward.

Gray rain poured down on the hemispherical protective shield of the Ark City. This was an emergency defense measure activated by Kal'tsit after people discovered that the miniature dinosaurs could enter the atmospheric circulation system. In a sense, it can also be considered the city's last line of defense.

The raindrops didn't fall upon contact with the shield like real water; instead, they evaporated the instant they touched it. Kal'tsit knew that these weren't raindrops, but living beings—a new form of the Terrorfish. If they weren't completely killed, prolonged contact with the city would inevitably lead to its disintegration.

But how long can this tactic last?

How long will it take for the dinosaurs to change their shape to become immune to the shield's isolation?

These are things that the few remaining scientists in the city cannot understand, and people can only judge whether the situation is deteriorating by the increasingly short duration of normal sounds in the city.

If tranquility also pervades this place, then these gray raindrops will soon melt the protective barrier.

Where is Amiya?

"She went to patrol the city with some of the soldiers."

"What about the Seventh Squad..."

"There has been no response. With communication interrupted, we can only rely on messengers to deliver information. However, it has been more than half a month since the agreed-upon regular communication period. You should understand what we need to accept in this situation."

"Well... no, I'd better... go back first."

The doctor seemed to want to ask something more, but in the end he just looked like he wanted to say something but didn't, and walked back to the room with heavy steps.

Is this how the world is supposed to be?

The doctor silently raised his head, looked at the dark ceiling, and asked himself this question.

In a story where everything is predetermined and there is "zero hope," what is the point of any possibility?

"What if"—what if the absurd fantasies I dream of became reality? What would that world be like?

Is there even the slightest chance to turn things around in this world?

The doctor knew the answer perfectly well, yet he was powerless to do anything about it.

Countless people have died because of her, countless people have died for her, yet at this moment she herself cannot find a reason or motivation to live.

Burdened by unfulfilled expectations, they are trapped in the ark, stuck in their ways.

The PhD student no longer had the energy to even contemplate his ultimate fate.

"Isamara, you're watching me."

"The doctor murmured."

Her whispers, incredibly, traversed thousands of kilometers shrouded in great stillness, reaching the throne in the Iberian capital.