Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

In addition, he did indeed sense a lot of prominent non-fear fish auras inside, but those auras were quite different from those of the people he knew well.

It can only be said that if there are people he knows in this world, they probably haven't become as strong as the world he knows, which is why it's difficult for them to accurately move from the sea of ​​terrifying fish's aura.

Moreover, if they were truly equally powerful, these terrifying fish wouldn't be able to cause trouble.

With increased precision, Tomat detected several locations that could be human settlements.

The largest one is probably thousands of kilometers away from here.

Thomas placed his finger between his eyebrows, preparing to lock onto any aura and then use teleportation to get there.

But before that, a slowly approaching presence made Tomat pause his actions.

It wasn't an overly serious attitude like "vigilance," but rather that Tomat felt a slight sense of familiarity after the other person got a little closer, which is why he paused slightly.

On the coastline, which was almost completely gray and covered with deep blue fluorescent crystals, a figure that was clearly different from the usual dinosaur was approaching the location of Tomat under the dark clouds.

The aura of a terrifying fish emanated from its body. It concealed itself under a wide gray robe, leaving only one arm holding a weapon exposed. On the arm holding the broken sword, one could see blue scales falling off and growing back. Underneath the gray robe, unnatural bulges and writhing movements made it seem as if the creature was merely an alien with a human-like outline.

"Pat-pat, pat, pat..."

Even though they were walking on dry ground, the other person's footsteps sounded as if they were walking in a puddle.

It stopped, raised its head but still kept the hood covering the upper half of its face, peeking at Tomat in front of it through the holes in the fabric.

"—, ————, ——……!!!"

It emitted a hoarse, speech-like sound, clearly trying very hard to communicate with Tomat. However, upon hearing its own voice, it expressed surprise by trembling its body.

In the stillness, this means of communication relying on sound should have long since failed, but it still makes a sound, which is actually just a subconscious act. However, the sound does spread, rather than being swallowed up by the silence, and in the end, communication can only be achieved through gestures or movements.

"Cough cough—what—is that sound?"

"Here, danger—leave Iberia—this is beneath His feet—"

"Go find—the protective suit—the air, it's toxic, cough cough—the flesh will be—assimilated—"

It strained to adjust its hoarse voice, warning Tomat word by word about the danger and trying to dissuade him from leaving.

But Thomas simply squinted, carefully observing the "person" before him. Finally, he took a step forward, instantly closing the distance, and asked it:

"You are... Elena?"

When the opponent swung its sword and retreated due to Tomat's sudden approach, its gray robe was torn apart by the excessive force of the movement.

The cloth crumbled into pieces and scattered, and as it landed, the mysterious man, who had been dozens of meters away from Tomati, revealed his full form.

That was indeed the genuine Little Judge Elene—Tomat was quite impressed with her, after all, not many people would call her that ridiculous knight title to his face, and he was also quite familiar with her teacher. When he went to Iberia, Tomat would choose to stay with him.

However, Thomas found it hard to believe that it was Elena.

She did retain her long gray hair, Li Boli's feathery features, and that girlish face that, even when serious, lacked any real authority.

But her body could be described as monstrous.

Her left arm had become a woven fabric of dark blue tentacles, wriggling and contracting, while her right arm was covered in scales. Her feet were no longer covered by boots, and had become a strange creature resembling a wild beast with webbed feet. The front half of her uniform was torn, but underneath it was a shell-like exoskeleton covering her chest, and tentacle-like limbs that had merged with her clothing extended from her back.

It is a case of invasive species, and it has reached a critical stage.

Thomas silently threw the broken piece of his blade to the ground, and only then did Elena, who was retreating, realize that her weapon had broken in half again.

The two sides stood facing each other in silence.

"Why do you know my name?"

Thomas did not answer; he disappeared from Eleanor's sight.

Having not caught any movement, Elene even wondered if the man who suddenly appeared was a hallucination caused by her impending madness—which made sense, since what human could appear in Iberia without any protection and in human form?

But the immediate sense of crisis and the feeling of a hand pressing down on her head made her instantly realize that the man was not an illusion.

He arrived behind me at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive.

Elene, who remained in Iberia and stood with her fallen homeland, was not afraid of death.

But when this feeling of death truly and abruptly descended without warning, for a fleeting moment she overcame the "emotional detachment" brought about by Hai Sihua and let out a gasp and a scream.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

A scorching and bright light enveloped Elene's body, and her consciousness came to an abrupt halt. Her monstrous form gradually disintegrated in the light.

[Event] Fool's Day Stories: Part Five - What are you?

[By the way, to briefly explain the current situation, the Book Guest platform is now extremely quiet. Not only are there no comments or chat threads, but it also takes an absurdly long time for anything to be approved. If you're really bored, you can come to the group to have some fun.]

Elena watched helplessly as she was swallowed up by this strange energy.

It undulates like flames, yet it doesn't feel hot at all; it engulfs your body like an explosion, yet it doesn't cause any pain.

However, when I tried to break free, I felt as if every cell in my body was bound by chains weighing a ton, and neither my own part nor the part transformed by Hai Si could move an inch.

what is this?

An attack that causes no pain? Is he freeing me?

No—it's not time yet—I haven't gone mad—I can still go on—

"boom--"

With a deafening roar and a sudden surge of light, Elinne struggled to maintain her senses while completely losing her sight; everything she could see turned into a pure white field of vision shimmering with golden light.

The next moment, she seemed to feel her body become incredibly light and her thoughts became clear, instead of the previous pain of flesh distortion and the shackles of whispers in her mind.

Am I...dead?

This transcendent physical and mental experience, coupled with the surrounding scenery, led Elena to believe that her life had come to an end.

"Is this the other world...?"

She could hardly see the scene around her, but she still subconsciously raised her hands and looked down.

Soon, she found that her vision gradually returned to normal.

She hadn't gone to some unknown world; she was still in the same place. The light had just been too dazzling, which was why she couldn't see things clearly for the time being.

Elena blinked hard, and through her blurry vision, she saw that her hands were no longer in an alien form, without tentacles or scales, but only the smooth skin that a normal girl should have—even though this "normal" appearance was something she had long forgotten in her memory.

At the same time, her feet returned to normal, while the ground was covered with charred and curled-up charcoal material.

The mutated organs detached from my body, and my body has returned to normal!?

This was a situation that Elene had never imagined after confirming her transformation into a sea creature. Although she did not continue to confirm it, she still deduced what was happening to her immediately.

She glanced at her clothes briefly, then quickly covered her chest, which had been ripped open by the sea monster. She then leaped forward, nimbly turning in mid-air to create some distance, and faced Tomat, who had withdrawn his hand, once again.

"you……"

She no longer harbors any feelings of hostility towards Tomat.

At this moment, Elena was only confused. Her mind, which was rarely clear, was completely filled with all sorts of questions.

Before she could speak, Thomas reached out again, his index and middle fingers together, and unexpectedly shot a strangely colored beam of light at Elene, which hit her squarely as she hurriedly raised her hand to defend herself, not caring whether she would expose herself.

This time, Elinie didn't feel any pain either. Instead, she noticed that her body—or rather, her clothes—had transformed into a brand new orange jacket and trousers after flashing a few times. The style of the jacket and trousers resembled those of the training clothes of the Eastern Kingdom or the Great Yan Kingdom.

"In terms of fashion sense, I'm only confident that I'm not at the bottom, so I'll just make do with this common combination."

Matter recombination? Or creation out of thin air?

What kind of Originium Arts is this? No, this is beyond the scope of Originium Arts, isn't it? This isn't just the manipulation or generation of a single element; it involves something extremely complex.

Another unbelievable thing happened before her eyes, leaving Elena speechless once again, even though she was about to ask a question.

From eliminating their own sea creature transformation to directly creating clothing—plus the previously detected explosion near the coast, and the surrounding environment devoid of any Terrorfish or sea creatures.

Is this man, who inexplicably appeared in Iberia, really human?!

If someone were to call the leader of the Sealings a god, Elene would completely refuse to accept it and would despise it immensely, because the so-called god is nothing more than a powerful Sealing, and the so-called miracles are nothing more than the destruction and slaughter they cause by relying on their numbers and evolutionary adaptability.

No matter how many countries it destroys, how many humans it devours, or how many forms it evolves into, Eleanor will never show it the same reverence she would show to a god.

The man before her, though he did not make any grand gestures, did things with a calm demeanor and simple movements that were enough to instill a sense of awe in Eleanor—not only because she knew very little about Tomat and was taking a conservative, observational approach, but also because of the objective "miracles" that had occurred.

The destruction of all of Iberia by the Sea Siege was hardly a miracle.

But the fact that the other party brought the beyond-curable crippled body back to humanity is a true miracle, or even a divine intervention.

Elena wasn't truly convinced that the other person was a god, but rather that they were at least someone who could turn the impossible into the possible.

"You...you are a god?"

This seasoned young judge, with her devout faith and a touch of anticipation, set aside her previous doubts on this land long abandoned by the gods and posed this question to Tomat, who had suddenly appeared there.

What am I?

Thomas didn't quite understand Elena's true meaning, but he still managed to answer her question successfully:

"I'm a human being, can't you tell?"

He pointed to his face and emphasized it to Eleanor.

"Is that so..."

After hearing the answer, Elena paused for a moment. Her earlier question, which had been filled with anticipation, did not receive the answer she had hoped for—she felt disappointed.

No, she actually breathed a sigh of relief.

In reality, what does it matter whether or not someone is a "god"?

No one has ever seen a god; the concept of a god is merely an idealized figment of the mind.

Anyone willing to offer fervent worship, even for something as simple as a monstrous fish, a tree, or a flower, can gain the status of a god.

But what humanity needs now is not a mere deity as an object of worship; what they need is power, a power that aligns with the majority's definition of a god.

It is not necessary to be omniscient or omnipotent, but at least powerful enough to create many miracles that would otherwise be impossible. If so, people are willing to call it "divine power" and the holder "god".

Because in the present day, the recognition that comes with power is far more important than identity itself.

Just as few people are willing to admit that Haisi can claim to be gods, yet they are defeated by their power and have to believe that they are "as strong as ghosts and gods".

What humanity needs now is indeed a similar power—a power that people are willing to revere as "gods," and that can definitively break this deadlock with a "zero chance of victory."

[Event] Fool's Tale: Part Six - Wishes Fulfilled