Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

However, neither these monsters nor what Thomas did surprised Croissant.

Perhaps the illogical physical structure and aggressive behavior of these monsters can terrify many people who are on edge in dark environments and eerie atmospheres, or cause the worldview of those who firmly believe in certain truths and are convinced that "illogical things cannot exist" to collapse on the spot.

But in Terra today, the situation may be slightly different—the threat from darkness is a necessary lesson for many who walk the land of Terra.

As for common sense...

How much of what happens in Terra makes sense?

Naturally, not many people are confident enough to believe that they have grasped an unshakable "common sense" on this land where even more indescribable things can appear at any time.

What's the panic? They've all seen a lot in the world; they'll just need to broaden their horizons a bit more.

“I’m not sure, but this platform is not simple.” Croissant approached to observe the corpses, and at the same time relayed what she and Zi had discovered to Tomat. “It seems to be disguised as an immovable commercial platform, digging something here. Although we didn’t see any corpses, I think they have most likely been killed by these monsters.”

Why would a country go to such lengths to transport its mining platform to a desert region where no mobile city-states would normally stay?

It couldn't be for the purpose of digging up these things, could it?

But these things are not particularly special except that they are very ferocious, delicious, and contain very little Originium.

"After digging it out, they felt it was too dangerous, so they chose to seal off the entire building before being killed. I guess they were aware of the danger."

Thomas didn't speculate too much about these people's actual intentions—or at least he guessed their motives in a rather noble and righteous direction.

"Speaking of that Lateran man and the little girl Volper, why haven't they returned yet? I heard gunshots earlier, could something have happened to them?"

At this moment, Jie thought of the undertaker and Hongyun, who had not yet returned. Since they had encountered monsters, there was no reason why they hadn't encountered them over there either. The sound of gunfire further indicated that the two sides had already exchanged fire.

"It's alright, the scent is still there. Let them explore deeper. The communication devices aren't working right now, so let's just wait for them while we eat... By the way, does this mean we don't need to hunt anymore?"

Mountains of monster corpses make for a delicious and safe meal, and they also meet the meat standards required for the annual party.

Even if Tomat doesn't eat his fill, a hundred of them would be enough for him.

The vehicles left behind by the original inhabitants could transport all the meat back in one go.

Therefore, once the sandstorm subsides, everyone can return directly to the Rhodes Island and cross out that line of tasks on the yearly checklist to indicate its completion.

As for what exactly happened in this place and why it happened, that's not something they, as mere passersby, need to consider.

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If it weren't for you guys, these chapters would have been a horror movie with Lovecraftian themes.

Trapped, attacked by monsters, inexplicable, illogical

But as the readers have said, it turned into DOOM.

They were even roasted and eaten.

After all, my irrationality is greater than yours. (Gif)

[Main Text] Rhodes Island Stroll Guide: Chapter Thirty-Two: The Gods Will Eat for You

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November x, 1096 in the Terran calendar

Another year is coming to an end. How long have we been digging here, trying to uncover the so-called "evil sleeping beneath the wasteland"? Have those people been reading too many comics? They gave something that may or may not even exist a name that's shameful to even utter.

My diary has become just a list of events, but there's nothing else to do.

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December x, 1096 in the Terran calendar

The mobile city of Lungmen has stopped nearby. Ah, I really want to go! I've heard Lungmen's red-light district is incredibly exciting, but a passing messenger said that the Reunion Movement is getting increasingly troublesome, so it's best to avoid cities that are likely to attract their attention...

Nobody believes that. The foreman went for three days, and when he came back, the smell of perfume on him lingered for five days.

However, it's said that after asking the messenger to survey the terrain, they did discover that we're indeed closer to the underground hollow area, and there aren't many traces of Originium veins nearby...

Could it be that the “evil ancient creature that is not contaminated by Originium” really exists?

Why have their names become longer?

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December x, 1096 in the Terran calendar

Normally, we have to be careful not to be noticed by passing messengers, so we can't use mining machines to dig through the strata in a high-profile manner. Now that there is a mobile city nearby, we can't dig too ostentatiously.

But getting closer to the goal gives me hope, and I want to finish quickly and go home.

I really want to hug a woman to relax. I've been so pent up lately that my teacher has been having nightmares about being chased by a swarm of bugs.

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December x, 1096 in the Terran calendar

[RemBite swear words]!

There was an earthquake! Then there were huge beams of light flashing wildly!

Thankfully, it only lasted a short while...

As a result, I still had to go to work as usual the next day, which was annoying.

When should we finally blow up the foreman's O?

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The record abruptly ends on a certain day, which, judging from the description above, was the night the giant ape wreaked havoc at the Dragon Gate.

"Although it was torn up and gnawed, some valuable information was still found."

The pieces of paper in the mourner's hand were still sticky—and in reality, the text pieced together from these fragments was not as complete as the mourner's account above. Most of it was just a reconstruction based on the context, but this was not on the same level as the Colombian cloze test that was required in Yan country.

"They seem to be digging for ancient artifacts. As far as I know, Rembiton does have a specialized antiquities excavation business, but it's usually just site excavation. It's worth noting that they're secretly digging for ancient artifacts outside of the country."

The undertaker had returned to the platform where everyone had first arrived, bringing back the clues he had investigated.

Although he didn't encounter any other individuals because the monsters were all attacking Tomat, he still dutifully searched every corner of the power room and found the only piece of valuable information—a broken diary—in the chaotic main control room.

As for Hongyun—she was seeking refuge, trying her best to stay far away from the scent that others found fragrant but she found unbearable.

"In other words, the earthquake caused by that monster allowed them to finish their work ahead of schedule, but they never expected that they would be wiped out by the monster underground."

Croissant analyzed the current situation and finally came to the most reliable conclusion.

"..."

However, a mysterious silence fell over the room.

"Splat".

The "flesh" on the croissant's chest—no, the flesh in her hands—trembled slightly, as if her hands had lost the strength to hold it any longer, letting it fall onto the uncleaned floor.

"What did we just eat???!!! What the hell is 'Evil Under the Wasteland'?"

Croissant, who was just eating with Tomat and Ja while waiting for the undertaker to return, suddenly jumped up, seemingly wanting to vomit up the monster meat she had been enjoying just seconds before.

"Who cares? They're all meat when they die. Besides, isn't it said that this stuff isn't contaminated by Originium? This is a rare and valuable item."

Before the meat hit the ground, Thomas caught it with lightning speed, preventing the white meat from being wasted on the floor, while also expressing his disagreement with the croissant's concerns.

Evil monsters, holy divine beasts, incarnations of gods, representatives of demons.

Tomat has seen plenty of guys like that.

After all, there are a few similar things on every planet.

Whether it's a legitimate god or a demon from the Demon Star, if you can't defeat him, you'll either be meat or charcoal.

"...Actually, many creatures that are associated with sacred or evil are used as meat in various cultures, such as some insects or livestock." Jie, who has a considerable understanding of food culture and ingredient culture, also said, "'Evil' may just be a simple cultural symbol. What evil or evil can food have? If it is made into a delicacy, then it is a good thing."

“I agree. The cultural connotations people attach to it don’t change the composition of the protein and fat. Since the test results are normal, it should just be edible meat.” The Undertaker also tasted the slightly charred meat of a monster that had been dismembered for easier consumption. “And I subjectively think it tastes better than the ingredients used in Lateran’s religious communion.”

"Hongyun, you also need to replenish your nutrition..."

The funeral attendant looked at Hongyun, who was hiding far away.

"I'm not eating that stuff! The smell makes me feel uncomfortable... I'll just eat my dried fish."

Only Hongyun consistently maintained her aversion to that kind of creature.

Even if she were to starve to death, braving sandstorms to hunt edible prey, she, Hongyun, would never lay a finger on this strange-smelling creature!

"Dried small fish are rich in nutrients, and their firm texture makes them require multiple chews, which brings a feeling of fullness. They are also a good emergency food. Okay, you can eat this much before resting."

The mourners didn't try to dissuade her, and instead, like the commentator, expressed their support for Hongyun's decision to eat dried fish.

He has his own confusion, but he won't say it out loud.

For example, why is she so resistant to meat that is completely normal, when she believes that she can survive on any food and has persisted in living in the wilderness of Syracuse?

"Judging from Xiao Hongyun's condition, we should still go hunting tomorrow. After all, if she doesn't eat it, there are probably many other people on Rhodes Island who don't eat it either. Just in case, we should hunt some other kinds of prey as well."

Croissant gradually calmed down amidst their conversation, and looking at Red Cloud who refused to eat meat, she made a suggestion to the others.

"Then let's go. As for meat, the more the better."

Thomas readily agreed, and Zi, who had already planned to see more wildlife, had no objection.

Those who need to ensure Hongyun's health and safety will not refuse this decision made for Hongyun's sake.

"Let's sleep here for the night. There are sleeping bags in the car, and the car is spacious enough. We can sleep in the car tonight."

In the Dragon Ball world, almost every planet has its own god (like King Kami and Piccolo).

Image: "Countless Gods", Location: "Images/1603211433-100197741-106151413.jpg"

[Main Text] A Guide to Wandering in Rhodes Island: Chapter Thirty-Three - The Pot Called the Pot

Why is your face covered in scratches?

“Every time I suggest to Hongyun that we sleep together for safety reasons, she has a similar reaction, but this time it was particularly extreme.”

"At least you're not covered in arrows."

Hongyun, disgusted by the smell, didn't choose to huddle in the car with Tomat and the others—and since there were walls and a roof here, it didn't matter to her where she slept.

Of course, the funeral director wouldn't agree, especially in an environment where monsters are present.