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Thomas muttered to himself in a very low voice.

Perhaps this is the real source of his previous anger.

Although they are not from the same world, and the difference in strength between the same person may be vast, in such a small area, Thomas was still able to accurately distinguish the characteristics of each person's aura, thus matching them with the Rhodes Island operators he knew.

However, the number that matches the description is far too small.

Tomath knew what it meant to have their strength operating in this world of Terra, which was being invaded by the Terrorfish.

Even if these people are not people you know well, you will still feel emotions when you realize these things.

But he also knew that the anger and slight sadness he showed in an instant, the “damage” he caused himself was probably far less than one in a billion of the damage Amiya was causing to him while she was crying beside him.

Because she was indeed experiencing this pain again and again in a world where the strength of the enemy and herself was far apart and she was powerless to do anything about it, and she tried her best to keep herself from falling into despair.

The pain was billions of times greater, yet due to the disparity in strength, they couldn't even inflict damage on the large group to the extent of "scratches." The unvented pain and resentment could only accumulate in their hearts, festering endlessly.

This situation should have continued indefinitely until humanity was completely wiped out.

But not anymore.

Because even if this world were a parallel world completely unrelated to Tomat, Tomat, who knew this but could not truly share the hatred of the suffering people, even if he only felt the most basic empathy and disdain for the rampaging Terrorfish, and his emotional fluctuations were less than one in a billion of Amiya's, the "small anger that someone had to pay for" that he felt was already beyond what the Terrorfish could bear.

"I...I'm not dreaming, the sky has cleared up?"

Amiya stopped sobbing at some point and, together with Elene, looked up at the sky with slightly red and swollen eyes.

The bright sunshine made the two girls squint.

"Yes, the weather has cleared up, but clear weather isn't enough."

Thomas walked over, glared briefly at the sky, and then continued speaking to Amiya, who was slowly standing up:

"We also want the air to stop smelling fishy, ​​the ocean to stop being murky, and the garbage in the sky to stop being so self-righteous. There is still a lot to be done, but it won't take too much time."

Amiya understood some of what Tomat said, but not others.

But she knew the man in front of her wasn't making grand visions or plans.

He simply stated what seemed to be a settled fact in a declarative tone.

Amiya clearly sensed the tranquility within Tomat's heart, and beneath that tranquility lay a colossal presence that even her mental magic could not penetrate.

Amiya didn't know who he was, nor did it matter.

The important thing is that he came to help humanity solve its problems.

"Let's go find the doctor. That announcement just now counted as calling you, right?"

Tomat was the first to descend the steps, wandering through the narrow streets and alleys, occasionally glancing at the surrounding buildings.

Whether it was the soldiers' exceptional efficiency or the residents' remarkable self-discipline, after the broadcast ended, there seemed to be no one else to be seen on the streets. They all obediently returned to their respective homes, causing no additional trouble for others.

Tomat walked in the lead and controlled his speed, while the others followed closely behind. No one questioned why he seemed so familiar with the road, as if he knew the destination from the beginning and moved quickly through it.

Soon, the group arrived at the towering, technologically advanced building, where a team dressed in protective suits had already gathered in the square.

At the very front of the group, Tomat immediately recognized Kal'tsit and the Doctor.

Kal'tsit's appearance hadn't changed, but she looked tired.

The doctor in this world seems unable to shed his outer garment, wrapping himself up tightly, and his body looks frail.

"Amiya? Who are these people...?"

When Kal'tsit saw several figures behind Amiya who were not members of the squad, a fleeting look of surprise crossed her face. Then, her gaze immediately fell on Carmen, and her expression clearly showed astonishment.

She knew what had happened in Iberia, and she also knew the secret of Carmen's continued life.

The fact that the other party could appear here seemingly unharmed and undetected by the city's defenses alarms made Kal'tsit instantly list out all sorts of possibilities in her mind.

“Carmen? But I know that Iberia is already... while you seem to be unharmed.”

Before Carmen could explain the situation or greet her long-lost friend, Kal'tsit spoke as if she had reached a complete conclusion:

"...I understand. It seems that Iberia not only did not fall, but also used special methods to defeat the Terrorfish during this time. The cloud dispersal was also your technology. So, Iberian reinforcements have arrived?"

The fact that Carmen is neither dead nor insane means that Iberia is not over.

The fact that they got this far means they've killed the terror fish.

They must have been responsible for dispelling the dark clouds as well.

This is the most appropriate explanation that Kal'tsit has deduced based on all the currently known factors.

"...Well, actually it's not like that. I wish it were true. Lady Kal'tsit, you have quite an unexpected imagination."

"It's all thanks to this gentleman. He saved me and Eleanor and brought us here. I saw it clearly from the side. He threw something into the sky and then the sky cleared up."

Only then did Kal'tsit focus more on the man in front of her with his tail wrapped around his waist.

She looked Tomat up and down, remained silent for a moment, and then said expressionlessly:

“I think you, Lady Carmen, have a better sense of humor. If it’s inconvenient, we can postpone the exploration and discuss it in detail in the conference room.”

"No, I'm serious,"

Carmen spoke again.

Just as Kal'tsit was puzzled by Carmen's strange words and actions.

The doctor, who had locked eyes with Tomat from the very beginning, raised his hand to interrupt:

“He wasn’t joking; it really was this gentleman who accomplished all of this.”

The doctor, without any evidence, stated his judgment in a very decisive tone.

"Ha, as expected of you. It seems that no matter where you are, Doctor, your intuition and luck are incredible."

Thomas laughed in surprise, but he wasn't particularly surprised by the matter.

Some wonderful intuitions cannot be explained in a few words, but they do exist, and sometimes they are hard to sever even across the barriers of time and space.

"I...I don't know you, but I feel a sense of familiarity. From the moment you appeared in my field of vision, you gave me a very special feeling that made me unable to look away."

"...Your existence makes it impossible for me not to pay attention to you."

"This feeling is strange, but I know you are powerful, and you are here to help us, right?"

Delight? Surprise? Hesitation?

The doctor himself couldn't say what kind of emotion he was in.

He was neither overly excited nor overly restrained.

"Doctor?"

To outsiders, the doctor's words and actions seemed to evoke the feeling of meeting an idol or lover—overjoyed yet subconsciously maintaining a distance.

"Hey, who's this guy? Is he one of the professor's unknown boyfriends?"

"What exactly are they saying? The protective suits are quite effective at blocking out sound, so it's muffled and hard to hear clearly."

"I don't know, but I remember there aren't many people who can make the Doctor look like this."

The people in the square were buzzing with discussion, while Thomas, seeing the doctor's expression, shrugged and said:

"You've put it this way, and if I say 'no,' wouldn't that be too disrespectful?"

at the same time.

The throne room of Isamara, the capital of Iberia.

The high-ranking dinosaurs who served Him were now being forced into a state of suspended animation by a dark, oppressive force.

The entire building was shaking and cracking due to the highly aggressive energy spread.

The source of the oppressive aura is Isamara, who is using the sensory abilities of a large group to observe the doctor's condition.

Upon witnessing the contact between the doctor and a male scaleless creature of unknown origin, and the latter exhibiting emotional fluctuations and physiological abnormalities she had never seen before, a strong and complex desire to attack arose within her for some unknown reason.

It is said to be intense because it is enough to make Him lose control of His power after watching it, wanting to act recklessly, level the surroundings, and simply sitting there will cause His energy to radiate outwards.

It is complex because its composition seems to be more than just aggressive desire. It also contains something that makes the deep consciousness feel an inexplicable sense of crisis, and even makes it lower the priority of the situation of "a large number of flying dinosaurs being killed in an instant". It seems that the urgency of the slaughter of hundreds of millions of its compatriots is not as important as the doctor's conversation with that male.

But Isamara didn't know where it came from or why she had this feeling.

Just as He didn't know why He cared about that scaleless brethren wrapped in clothing.

It was as if the consciousness of a compatriot whose consciousness had long since sunk and dissipated—that is, the consciousness of the original owner of this body—was secretly guiding it.

Since it was the wish of her "compatriots," even if it was not very clear beforehand, Isamara felt it was her duty to help realize it.

Isamara stood up, her white robes spreading out. The throne behind her shattered the moment she rose, and an immense killing intent—an emotion that the Terrorfish shouldn't possess—suddenly spread to all the Terrorfish and Sealings.

"Fellow countrymen, there is no need to slow down, no need to wait, no need for her to give up on us and throw herself into our lives, let's go and welcome her."

"Furthermore, that male creature should not be regarded as a fellow human being, but rather as a harmful enemy."

"Destroy, tear apart, crush, turn into nutrients, and scatter ashes."

The next moment, all the Terrorfish and Seafoam in the world went wild and rushed towards the last city.

Then Isamara's consciousness experienced the following confusion:

"Just now, it seems that my consciousness was affected by some emotion?"

[Event] Fool's Day Stories: Chapter Thirteen - Opening the Floodgates to Release People

"You, yes, you, and you, and the one behind you, come out, stand in a line, and take off your hoods."

In the square, after a brief chat with the doctor, Thomas suddenly turned to look at the people lined up in the square, as if he had noticed something.

These people are no longer referred to as "operators." Only a very small number of them are former members of Rhodes Island; the rest are simply refugees from all over the world.

There were Ursus soldiers, Sargon warriors, Sami sorcerers, and Columbian scientists.

They gathered here, obeying the orders of the Doctor and Kal'tsit, because this place was considered humanity's last refuge. They were willing to put aside the barriers they had when their homelands were still intact and contribute their strength together.

Those who were called on looked slightly surprised—or rather, some were unexpectedly resistant and panicked—but after Kal'tsit nodded, they stepped forward.

"Your Excellency Thomas, what's wrong?"

Kal'tsit did not grant permission because she sensed Tomat's intentions; she first chose to believe that he would not do anything dangerous before agreeing to his naming of others.

As she asked the question, she watched as Thomas walked up to the group of people who had stepped forward.