"Can't answer? It seems you're here under the Association's orders to assassinate Sensei."
Genos, having mentally filled in the blanks with who-knows-what, raised his hand again, ready to fire an Incinerate blast at Saeko's forehead.
"Stop, Genos."
Just as the heat began to glow in Genos's palm, Lott spoke up to stop him:
"She's just here to cook for us. No need to be so aggressive."
With that, Lott glanced at Saeko, "Right, Saeko-senpai~"
"Uh... y-yes."
Startled by Genos, Saeko barely managed to recover from her fear, nodding repeatedly before entering the kitchen, taking out ingredients, and starting to cook.
It seemed she was using this method to diffuse the awkward atmosphere.
"Sensei, her intentions can't possibly be that simple."
Since Lott had spoken, Genos temporarily held back from attacking Saeko, but he still didn't trust her in the slightest.
"Don't overthink it. Life's tiring enough. If she really tries anything later, we can always blast her then."
Lott said with a light laugh.
He didn't have mind-reading powers, but as a transmigrator, he could more or less guess Saeko's little secret.
'So fighting monsters still isn't enough to satisfy your bloodlust?'
'It's a shame this woman isn't of Saiyan blood.'
…
"Sensei, the group live stream is active again."
Just as Saeko began cooking with a wifely air, Genos called out, a note of surprise in his voice.
Saeko, who was chopping vegetables, also paled, glancing sideways at the projected large screen.
The rightmost of the three live stream screens flickered to life.
The focus was Goku, located on Planet Earth in the North Galaxy.
Or rather... Kakarot!
Goku, who had originally come to participate in the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament, had his life's trajectory completely derailed due to his exposed identity.
And the situation Goku faced was somewhat similar to Lott's.
After his Saiyan heritage was revealed, he found himself opposed by the entire population of Earth.
But his approach was drastically different from Lott's 'If you dare bother me, I'll kill you' tough attitude.
At this moment, Goku was being protected behind his companions like Krillin, Yamcha, and others.
His face was as lost as a failed exam candidate, muttering to himself incessantly:
"I... I'm not from Earth... Battle-hungry race... Saiyan... H-How could this be..."
It had to be said, compared to the previously streamed Lott and Vegeta-
The contrast Goku presented was... too great.
"The personality difference is too vast, isn't it?"
Genos frowned deeply, somewhat unable to believe it.
After all, facing a similar exposure of their origins, Goku's reaction was worlds apart from Vegeta's and his own teacher's.
"Kill him! Otherwise, he'll destroy Earth! Just like those Saiyans in the earlier stream!"
Someone in the crowd shouted.
"You bastard!"
Tien glared furiously in the direction of the voice.
Although he couldn't pinpoint the exact location due to the crowd, he recognized the voice as his former master, Master Shen's.
'That bastard, kicking someone when they're down like this!'
"Yes! Kill him!"
"For Earth!"
"If we let him go, he'll definitely treat us like the other Saiyans did!"
Master Shen's words were like throwing a depth charge into an already unsettled lake.
A single stone raises a thousand waves.
The martial artists who had come for the World Martial Arts Tournament, along with the spectators, responded one after another-
Demanding Goku's immediate execution.
…
Although the performances of Vegeta's trio and Lott had scared them half to death earlier, their numerical advantage gave them immense psychological comfort.
And seeing Goku's easily-bullied, timid appearance-
He probably wasn't as perverted as the previous Saiyans... right?
"That's right, kill him!"
At that moment, a figure suddenly darted out, rushing towards Goku at high speed.
Although far surpassing ordinary people, in the eyes of powerful beings in the chat room like Aizen and Zeref, he was utterly insignificant.
It was Tao Pai Pai, whose body mechanically modified.
"Get lost!"
Tien, who had changed allegiances, leaped into the air, kicking his martial uncle away with a flying kick.
Although he would become completely irrelevant in the later stages, at this point in time, he could still hold his own… though he hadn't yet reached his life's peak of 'F*ck Power Levels, F*ck Super Saiyans and Fuck You'.
"Goku! You should go back to Kame House for now!"
Tien shouted over his shoulder to Goku.
Krillin, Bulma, Yamcha, and the others agreed.
"Yeah! Goku! This isn't the time for the tournament!"
"You go back first. We'll handle things here!"
Goku frowned deeply, gradually regaining his composure.
Under normal circumstances, as someone who would never attack ordinary people, he would most likely have chosen to leave and lay low.
But... his companions didn't know, but he did.
Piccolo Jr. had also come to participate in this tournament.
If he left, who would deal with him!?
Meanwhile, Tao Pai Pai, who had been kicked to the ground by Tien, climbed back up, roaring in shame and anger:
"Quick! Everyone, attack together! There are so many of us!"
The reason he came to this tournament was to get revenge on Goku, who had nearly killed him-
But Tao Pai Pai never expected that even without Goku making a move, Tien could subdue him so easily.
In that case, he'd resort to human wave tactics.
'Let's see if you have the guts to kill everyone here.'
Provoked by Tao Pai Pai, the crowd of over ten thousand people surged forward all at once.
In their hearts, they held a similar thought to Tao Pai Pai.
With so many of us, surely you can't kill us all-
And judging by Goku's conflicted expression, he really didn't seem like someone who dared to kill.
…
"This is the significance of Mr. Satan's existence."
Lott, separated by a galaxy, chewed on the appetizer salad Saeko had served and commented to himself.