Chapter 101: The Newcomer
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It clicked its three-part mouth and said, “The last memory each of you has in life must be the moment of death. Please do not dwell on the tragic past; you have been reborn. Like you, I am an Apostle of the Pocket Garden, a place where miracles and adventures converge. Everything here must be earned through your own blood and sweat. I hope you all seize this opportunity.”
After this opening, it looked at the three newcomers exchanging glances and its voice grew firmer. “As Apostles of the Pocket Garden, fulfilling our tasks is our duty. We will be deployed to various worlds to embark on adventures and complete the missions assigned by the Pocket Garden. Right now, we are undertaking a harsh mission in a barren world. Specific mission details will appear on the black background with white pupils on your wrists. Just focus your attention on that. We will also strive to protect each of you. As long as you live, infinite possibilities await. Please fight to survive.”
Clap, clap, clap.
Adongsa was the first to applaud, followed promptly by a bespectacled, refined gentleman who clapped along smartly. The remaining two clapped stiffly.
The rabbit nodded with satisfaction, pleased with the newcomers’ calm demeanor—no strange troublemakers in sight.
“It’s time for introductions,” it said.
A towering, iron-tower-like man suddenly stood up, delivering a sharp military salute that cut through the air, shouting, “T18 Nebula Coca System Third Frontline Three-Star Mech Soldier Xu Xiaoke reporting! I perished honorably on the front lines of the war against the Karyo insectoids. I am grateful to the Pocket Garden for granting me the chance to fight again!”
Roger exclaimed in surprise, “Mech soldier? A warm welcome to you.”
The refined gentleman was also astonished. “Interstellar soldier? Hey, which era are you from?”
Xu Xiaoke answered, “According to the interstellar calendar, it should be the year 3587, precisely the thousandth year of our war with the insectoids—a truly momentous milestone.”
This interstellar veteran showed no restraint in his warlike nature, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he spoke of battle.
The last man, somewhat dull-witted, asked eagerly, “What about Earth? Have you heard of it?”
Xu Xiaoke scratched his head. “Earth is your home? Our star federation’s homeworld is the Muun Planet. Earth—never heard of it.”
The man sighed in disappointment and then said, “I’m Li Kangshan, unemployed... nice to meet you all.”
Li Kangshan’s dullness didn’t seem to bother the refined gentleman, who smiled warmly. “I’m Klein, Klein Rovny, a financial advisor. I believe my skills in calculation and planning will be a great asset to us all.”
Neither of the last two mentioned the cause of their deaths, suggesting lingering grudges.
In fact, Xu Xiaoke’s bluntness about his death was rather unusual—most people find it difficult to let go so easily.
Finally, the last two Apostles drew closer.
A girl clad in a red hooded cloak bounced over, wielding a staff as tall as herself. She struck the rabbit gentleman sharply on the head and shouted, “Roger, enough chatter—the fight’s about to begin.”
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The rabbit’s long ears twitched like they’d been electrified, but it still patted its head good-naturedly with a chuckle. “Anglora, settle down. Now then, would you three be willing to act with us for the time being? Don’t be afraid. Protecting you also yields rewards—it’s mutually beneficial.”
The latter part was clearly directed at Xu Xiaoke, Li Kangshan, and Klein.
The three exchanged glances and nodded, somewhat dazedly agreeing.
However, Klein quietly scanned the surroundings, fixing his gaze on the Prism Squad, which was visibly larger in number—he seemed to have other thoughts.
At that moment, the final Apostle appeared.
It circled around Adongsa, stretched out its nose to sniff, then let out a belated mournful cry before trembling and shrinking its massive body into a black-and-white sphere behind Anglora.
This adorable giant was a panda, but judging by its truck-like size, it could easily rip apart tigers and leopards. Its cute, endearing demeanor was somehow perfectly natural.
As expected, Anglora raised her staff and thumped the panda’s head hard, reproaching, “Old buddy, look at you, such a coward. How do you expect to keep up with me? Get it together!”
Adongsa noticed the black background with white pupils on the panda’s wrist. Even such a mentally undeveloped panda was an Apostle?
Anglora finally spotted the culprit Adongsa and sized him up—he was a head shorter than her—and clicked her tongue. “What line are you on to scare the old buddy like that?”
Adongsa replied, “I’ve tried to restrain my pheromones as much as possible, but why is this panda still so terrified?”
Anglora stroked the panda’s soft fur. “Because he can smell souls… If he’s that scared of you, you must be truly fearsome. Your name’s Adongsa, right? Best stay away from old buddy; only a few could control him when he goes berserk.”
With that, she led the panda away from Adongsa.
Roger the rabbit came closer, sounding apologetic. “Sorry, Anglora’s not good at dealing with people. If she offended you, I apologize on her behalf.”
Adongsa stared at the rabbit. “More than an apology, I want to see your brain structure. Don’t worry, I promise not to leave scars.”
Roger shuddered, ears drooping, clutching his head with an awkward laugh. “You’re quite the joker…”
But Adongsa wasn’t joking; it seriously wanted to dissect this talking rabbit.
Not just this rabbit—all of them were targets.
Just then, the panda suddenly looked down at the ground, adopting a strikingly aggressive stance, and everyone tensed up.
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Adongsa said, “It’s finally here.”
Roger asked in surprise, “You knew something was coming all along?”
Adongsa replied, “Since we arrived, there’s been movement underground in this entire area. I’ve been waiting for them to emerge.”
Roger nodded and took a stance, drawing a huge iron anchor from somewhere, connected to what seemed like an endlessly extendable iron chain.
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