Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

"Don't tell me that. That stubborn girl won't regret it because of that ending. Thank you for giving her a chance to fight to the end."

Amiya's brow relaxed slightly after hearing Tomat's words, and she continued to ask:

"Then, is Miss Frostnova happy over there?"

Thomas gave an awkward laugh, then said with a headache:

"...If he's unhappy, his old man can kill me, but he'll also have his share of troubles, big and small."

He added:

"But the biggest problem now is probably the difference in our educational approaches. I'm more permissive, while she's a bit strict. Her father and I can reach a consensus on this, but she often clashes with him."

Amiya froze for a moment, then exclaimed in astonishment, "...A child?!"

"Yes, being mixed-race isn't anything strange, is it?"

Amiya responded to Tomat's reply with an awkward smile:

"Hmm, not surprising at all, not surprising at all."

Of course, Amiya wasn't surprised that the two of them could have a child; she was more surprised that Tomat could speak about such relatable, everyday things.

On the way here, Alini had actually told Amiya that Tomat gave off a feeling of being as powerful as a god appearing in religious stories.

Tomat's actual performance has indeed made many people feel that his strength can create a sense of distance.

Facing him was like facing a non-human being—aside from resembling a human in appearance, he shared nothing in common with humans, whether in terms of strength or common sense.

But now Amiya unexpectedly found a sense of "humanity" in Tomat, and felt a closeness that could easily bridge the gap in strength, rather than resistance or fear.

This is quite different from the dinosaurs, which also have similar characteristics. They can also mimic human appearance and possess great strength, but it is often difficult to find any common ground between them and humans.

Amiya understood that, at least on a spiritual level, Tomat was indeed her companion, and that he, like everyone else, shared something called "the soul."

"Let's go back and chat while we eat. These kinds of topics really do taste better when accompanied by food and drinks."

As he made the suggestion, Thomas leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

It wasn't a short rest, but rather a sensing of the distance to the surging waves of ferocious fish.

Their current speed is within their expectations.

At the same time, he was also mentally calculating something that could be considered "data".

"After everyone has eaten their fill, I don't know if it will be enough."

"The land and sea are almost devoid of life, we can't count on them too much, but the sun is still there..."

"Although it doesn't matter if we don't have these, I think we both prefer to end things the way they did."

Twenty minutes later, Tomat and his group returned to the vicinity of the city. Even before entering the gate, they could already see other people eagerly waiting in front of the city gate.

They were all very worried about the people who went to explore the body of the Sea King, and the sudden freezing phenomenon made them even more apprehensive.

However, everyone couldn't help but cheer when they saw the convoy return safely.

"Send all the meat we get to the factory, and then distribute it to everyone in the city, along with drinks. Today, everyone should have a good meal!"

"Although machine-processed canned goods or sausages won't taste bad, let's keep some unprocessed ones and have a celebration! Anyone from Yan country? Let's have some hot pot and stir-fry some big pot dishes!"

"Don't worry about 'this good meat being ruined by heavy oil and spice or something else,' it's not a big deal. We'll talk about a better way to eat it later!"

As they carried the meat, they called for help from others. Many people in the city were skeptical about the incredibly high quality of the meat, but with Kal'tsit's assurance, everyone got to work without stopping. In no time, the festive atmosphere spread throughout the city.

Even the patrol personnel who are usually on guard in the streets or on the city walls have been asked to temporarily put down their work.

At this moment, there is no need to worry about external enemies or internal troubles. People are enjoying the pleasure of sitting together and having a full meal in an extremely relaxed environment, which they haven't had for a long time.

Some people were crying for no apparent reason, but many more burst into laughter at the dinner table, laughter that hadn't been heard in a long time.

Whether they were refugees from various countries or displaced people living in the wilderness, at this moment, they all shared the same emotion without distinction.

For the first time, the warmth of everyday life replaced the gloom and drifted over the city.

At the same time, a small black dot gradually appeared on the body of the giant beast that had been frozen into an iceberg.

That was a short, stout Liboli.

It shook off the snow and ice covering its body, grumbled and cursed, and then looked towards the distant city.

"Looks like I didn't lose the bet."

[Event] Fool's Day Stories: The Twenty-First Gamble

Even in the apocalypse, many people might still recognize the name of Liboli, a being with almost no human characteristics.

—The Emperor, a well-known Colombian rapper.

This global status was enough to earn him renown throughout the world.

As for his identity in the underworld, in some unknown history, some people who know him have heard about it.

The CEO behind the armed escort organization "Penguin Logistics".

The "black and white devil" on the Tower of Letania a century ago.

Of course, these are just definitions that outsiders have made for him.

Who he really is, and what he should be called—whether he's a rapper, a boss, or a magician—it all depends on his mood and the nature of the situation at the time.

If you were to casually bring up the Emperor's past and address him in that way in front of him, you would likely only be met with his sarcasm and a rubber bullet aimed at your forehead.

However, he now defines himself as a "gambler".

Moreover, he believed he had won the gamble.

In the past, when the crisis was imminent, the other beast lords had already made preparations to protect themselves.

They have no intention of helping humans, nor are they prepared to fight the terror fish.

The world being dominated by other groups doesn't have much impact on them, since this has happened many times before.

However, there must be some exceptions among them.

They did not have that arrogant detachment, nor did they regard everything in the outside world as unworthy of their attention. Instead, they were more actively engaged in the world, coexisting with humanity before a crisis occurred.

Some of these beast lords, though they eventually chose to leave, generally left behind some gifts to help humanity protect itself. As for the extent to which they could do so, it all depended on humanity's own fate.

Most of the beast masters that Kal'tsit communicated with were like this.

However, the Great Emperor is outside of these two categories.

He did not maintain an arrogant attitude of indifference and self-interest.

They did not offer any assistance, nor did they actively form alliances with other humans.

—It was just that when Colombia fell, it was alone in an empty bar.

The eyes, their expressions unknown, were hidden behind sunglasses, and the direction they were looking at was a group photo of Penguin Logistics members on the wall, now covered in dust.

He listened to his treasured vinyl records while sipping vintage wines that even the President of Colombia wouldn't serve to him.

At the same time, he used Letanian sonic magic, which he hadn't used in a long time, to create a small space for himself that wouldn't be affected by the Great Tranquility.

Thoughts and music drifted together in this space until the dinosaurs discovered that there was an unassailable void in this city that had been occupied by their own kind.

They surged toward the Emperor's bar like a tide, trying to fill the void with silence, trying to dispel the annoying melodies they couldn't understand—just as they easily overwhelmed the capital of Letania.

As the walls crumbled and the music gradually stopped, a persistent voice still emanated from that calm and composed figure.

The emperor reclined comfortably on the sofa, swirling his wine glass as he scoffed at the menacing dinosaur before him.

"You salted fish that have reproduced for thousands of generations without growing a single gram of brain cells, when I was eating you beasts on the glacier, your bird droppings-inferior nascent life forms were still single-celled organisms."

With that, the Emperor swung the wine bottle, smashed it against the corner of the table, then gripped the bottle neck from the other side, aiming the sharp part—which posed no threat to the dinosaurs—at them.

Despite his small stature, he resolutely charged forward, just as he had boasted to his employees, "Even if the Siesta volcano erupts, I'll jump in while giving it the middle finger."

Now, however, he can no longer find employees with whom he can talk at length about this matter.

In fact, if the Great Emperor had considered his own circumstances, he should have stayed away from this matter like the other beast lords, and avoided getting involved in the conflict between the terror fish and humans.

The impact of this fish-related fright has already affected nature.

The wilderness was swallowed up by the dust, and the "Lords of Wolves" were in grave danger.

The ocean was permeated by its original state, and the "deep-sea behemoth" was in dire straits.

The forest's ecosystem was replaced by the terror fish, and the "King of the Forest" could only barely survive.

Having been resurrected from nature countless times, even after dying countless times, they now felt the danger.

As beast lords born from glaciers, they face the same risks as them.

Therefore, the best approach is to follow their example: either take a suitable area and hide in an unknown corner, or leave behind some technology or tools that can assist humans beforehand, since the Beast Lord is not the target of the Terror Fish, and it is not difficult to protect oneself by taking a portion of the area.

But the emperor didn't care.

Even though he was facing a real risk of death, he chose to ignore the incomprehension or ridicule of the other beast lords.

His willful and unconventional behavior stemmed from his piercing screams—

"The consequences of harming my employees will be etched into your DNA, which is as blank as your brains!!!"

The wild and unrestrained music instantly drowned out the tranquility brought by the tarantula.

If there were an immortal person here, they would surely find the melody somewhat familiar.

Because this is precisely the rhythm of the fearsome Letanian music master from a century ago.

The sky changed color, and the few survivors had no idea where the sound that echoed throughout Colombia and even attracted the terror fish that were attacking other mobile city-states came from.

But they also sensed a touch of tragedy and anger in it.

Such voices disappeared a week later.

The swarming tarantulas that had been attacking the source of the sound dispersed, and the entire city of Colombia fell silent.

The ancient glacier that nurtured the Great Emperor, but also lost the Great Emperor's protection, dissolved into the seawater under the transformation of the Terror Fish.

The hot-tempered Li Boli, who would reappear in everyone's sight within seconds to days no matter how much damage he suffered, never appeared on this land again.

"Oh dear, even without my intervention, this world itself already harbors such a tragic parallel world..."

"It seems that, under the current conditions, this parallel world can no longer generate any additional branches other than 'destroyed by monsters'. Even if there is only a one in a billion chance, it can be used to generate new branches, but it seems that such 'conditions' or 'factors' no longer exist in this world."