Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

"Yes, wait for me, I'll be right there with you..."

The root cause of everything, the culprit behind the destruction of the world, is "The Firstborn Corruption," "Isamara," or rather—"Skadi."

It also crossed thousands of miles, responding to the doctor's murmur filled with nihilistic emotions.

It destroyed Iberia and Lateran, crushed Letania and Kazimir, eroded the Sami ice plains and Sargon deserts, and occupied the territories of Ursus and Great Yan.

He will continue his advance until the world belongs to the Sea King.

—That's how it should be.

In a corner of Terra, a dark rift appeared silently.

It's as if a crack has appeared in space itself, repelling everything.

Then a man slowly walked out from there.

"Fri, I'll fucking kill you... Don't worry, I'll go back to find you right away and send you, your mom, dad, and uncle to another world to reunite."

That was Tomat, who looked more mature—but rather angry.

[Event] Fool's Day Stories: Part Three - Since we're here, let's make the best of it.

As the spatial rift behind him was about to close, Tomat, without turning his head, extended a finger and, when only a small hole remained, plunged it in. Then, he gathered his energy at his fingertip and swept it horizontally—

The crack that was about to disappear transformed into a massive fissure with the movement, sucking up all the surrounding light like a gaping maw of an abyss. Looking inside, one saw only a dark and chaotic void with no sense of spatial distance.

Just as the space was about to stabilize, it was so easily broken open.

"We'll have to waste time looking for it again..."

From a more distant time, Tomat is settling some old and new scores.

For example, he could destroy the female scientist from the demon world who had messed with her own destiny and randomly thrown herself into another world.

However, he never expected that the person who provided him with the clue, "Fu," would intervene when they were just one step away from getting involved.

As a result, Tomat suddenly arrived in this strange world where the specifics were not yet clear.

It doesn't matter, I'll make that guy pay the price for his deception with interest later.

Tomat had no intention of letting him escape—even if their auras were separated by different times and spaces, he would eventually find the traces of the other's influence on time and space, and then chase after him, thanks in large part to the skills and knowledge taught by Bardock.

Thomas complained as he prepared to fly into the rift, but stopped just a step away. His expression froze for a moment before he looked around.

He was standing on what seemed to be a coastline, the sky was dark and devoid of sunlight, and the ocean was murky with churning, raging waves. For a moment, he couldn't recall when he had seen such a scene before, yet a sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.

"This smell..."

Thomas sniffed the pungent smell carried by the sea breeze—the sensation in his lungs told him that the wind definitely contained a considerable amount of toxicity.

But that's not the point.

The key point is that this damp, fishy, ​​and sticky smell is something that people really "miss".

Thomas probed the surrounding atmosphere and sensed a large number of creatures with a surprisingly consistent aura, scattered across the land beneath his feet and gathered in the sea and sky.

"A very familiar scent..."

This was a kind of atmosphere that he couldn't like; strictly speaking, it had reached the point of being quite annoying.

However, Tomat disliked many things, and it wasn't clear what they were for the time being.

But besides that, it seemed that another sensory response was being aroused in him.

"Gurgle—"

His stomach started reacting.

This is the Saiyan's appetite radar—of course, such a thing doesn't exist; it's just Tomat's nickname.

In short, when he senses there's something to eat nearby, his stomach will rumble even if he's not very hungry.

He looked down at his feet, glanced into the distance, and then surveyed the ocean.

At that very moment, the ground began to crumble like melted butter, a dark cloud appeared in the distant sky, and the ocean surged and churned as if boiling.

That wasn't land, but a large swarm of arthropods with gray carapaces; it wasn't dark clouds, but countless swarms of ray-like flying animals.

As for the sea, there are even more “human figures” that maintain humanoid outlines but are covered with fish scales and tentacles.

They all gathered there after discovering the crack in the sky.

At the same time, Tomat also remembered what they were.

It is a dinosaur and a sea creature.

It is indeed nostalgic, because it is something that Skadi and the others completely wiped out in his memory.

The terrestrial dinosaurs piled up together, moving upwards in an incredible layered structure, while the aerial dinosaurs flew at supersonic speeds, constantly approaching Tomat's position. The sea creatures in the sea maintained an observation posture towards the rift in the air and Tomat beside it—then they abandoned their observation, raised their tentacles, and gathered a stream of highly toxic water, ready to unleash a volley at Tomat in the next instant.

Thomas remained lost in thought at that moment.

Fearfish? Isn't that one of those annoying creatures from Terra?

He then quickly surveyed the general terrain of the planet and concluded that it was indeed Terra, but its shape was more complete than the Terra he knew. There were no landmark terrain changes that he had personally created, and many places seemed to be occupied by the aura of the Terrorfish.

Is this Terra from the past? Or Terra from the future?

Thomas immediately dismissed the conjecture.

He was quite certain that the trick Frey used to ambush him was not time travel but spatial transfer. If he couldn't even distinguish that, he would be despised by Bardock.

In other words, this is probably Terra in some parallel universe.

The timeline is unknown, but the situation is not optimistic. It is feared that fish have taken over the world, and the people here are probably not living a peaceful life.

However, there are countless possibilities, which means there are countless parallel worlds, some filled with joy and happiness, others with ordinary lives, and still others with tragic fates or even worse. If we were to offer help simply because a world is tragic, the conflict would probably never end.

Do you want to confirm the situation here?

Should we intervene?

—Since we're already here, and it's still the Terra world, it seems a bit unfair to ignore it.

Anyway, Mira and Dabra have already been killed, and there's no one to protect the female scientist. It doesn't matter if she escapes. After the fierce battle, I do need a place to rest without any pressure.

At least, let's take a look at what Rhodes Island is like here.

Thomas's mental activity, though seemingly involving much thought, was actually completed in a mere instant.

He confirmed his situation and decided what he needed to do.

However, the first thing to do was indeed to eat my fill.

As Thomas thought this, his gaze shifted to the Terrorfish and the Sea Spinner.

These individuals may not yet have a strong intuition or sense of crisis, but at this moment, they vaguely felt a chill that they could not yet understand.

They realized that the scaleless animal in front of them seemed to react quite differently from other individuals, at least not showing strong fear or hostile behavior.

But they still ignored it.

Helping other creatures break free from the constraints of flesh and blood and return to the embrace of the herd is the meaning of their existence. They don't need to stop for trivial anomalies, after all, they can understand that scaleless animals are a group of beings with great individual differences.

The male in front of us should also be within this deviation range.

At the same time, Tomat casually closed the spatial rift behind him and focused his thoughts on the present.

The moment the thought ended, time, which had seemed to have paused during the high-speed thinking, began to flow again, and the attack followed immediately.

The enormous arthropod dinosaurs, piled up like a small mountain, approached Tomat and swung their pincers, powerful enough to slice through house walls, at Tomat's body. Meanwhile, the flying dinosaurs continued their attack at full speed, attempting to slice through their target with their sharp wings, like a barrage of high-powered missiles.

The ocean below converged into a massive, high-pressure water flow, which was no longer a scouring but a bombardment. This powerful and highly toxic water flow even affected other dinosaurs. Those that could not dodge were instantly dissolved and fell into the ocean, becoming food for microorganisms, and then regenerating into new forms of dinosaurs to continue their survival.

These were all attacks without any malicious intent. They did not harbor any particular hostility towards Tomat, but simply regarded him as an outsider or "flesh and blood fodder that should not be here," and carried out mechanical and natural instinctive activities.

—Tomat too.

Although he disliked the tarantula and disliked such species, he no longer harbored malice towards them.

Surrounded by the terrified fish, he raised his hand and silently adjusted the "heat level".

That was just pure appetite.

After all, it seems that the terror fish in this world have not yet evolved into something inedible because of the existence of Thomas and his group.

What a wonderful thing it would be to have the opportunity to eat a naturally grown, wild ferocious fish, instead of being scared into becoming skin and bones by the ferocious fish itself!

The massive explosion engulfed an entire area nearby, and the evaporated ocean was unable to fill the gap with seawater for a long time afterward, as if a living thing had been cut open with a scar.

Tomat sat amidst a pile of perfectly roasted dinosaur carcasses and sea monster corpses, giving thanks for nature's bounty while indulging in a long-awaited dinosaur feast.

[Event] Fool's Day Stories: Part Four - Acquaintances Who Are Not Well-Known

In an instant—as Tomat retaliated, a blank area suddenly appeared in the vast network of consciousness.

The individuals in that area all disappeared before they could report the information back to the main group, which means that they all died in that instant, without even having the chance to emit a bio-pulse.

Even though this area was only the size of a single neuron in the entire brain compared to the range of the large group, it briefly made Isamara feel a slight "tingling" sensation, causing her to unusually place her individual consciousness outside of the Doctor's.

"An enemy? Struggling, scaleless brethren? Or that mad... old man?"

He sensed that it was happening not far from Iberia, and according to the consciousness of the multitude, there had always been an old human who refused to submit to the multitude, slaughtering his fellow humans day and night—but could humans who could do this and resist so stubbornly in Iberia, which should be the most densely populated and powerful of his fellow humans, really still be called human?

In fact, if Isamara had been willing to take action and issue an order, it would have been a matter of moments to eliminate the individual who was constantly slaughtering his fellow citizens, but he still chose to tolerate it.

The horde doesn't care about that level of loss. The slaughtered brethren can quickly continue to exist as nutrients in the bodies of other brethren, or the missing parts can be made up by new individuals that reproduce. And the killing by the other side will eventually become ineffective for the brethren to adapt to, and will instead become a driving force for the growth of the horde.

Then let his fellow countrymen communicate with him, so that his soul and body may find peace and return to the multitude...

Powerful, yet possessing sufficiently delicate senses, ensuring that every minute change is within their perception and that everything is under their control, is one of the reasons why the horde has been able to develop to this extent.

However, Isamara's first mistake was judging the situation solely from the numerical gaps in the large groups, rather than directly observing the scene where the anomaly occurred.

—And this is by no means the last mistake.

The Iberian coast, a coastline that had swallowed far more land and cities than Tomat knew, was only filled with seawater again after he left the crater created by the explosion, as if the seawater itself was afraid of something and dared not approach.

Or rather, it was "something that governs the sea" that feared him.

Having replenished his strength, Tomat began searching for signs of life on the planet. After a short while, he had scanned the planet from its surface to its core several times.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find any familiar aura. It wasn't that nothing else existed except for the terror fish, but rather that their damp aura covered everything, greatly affecting his perception.