Enter the album, select a photo, and swipe the photo up to display all of Shalit's messages.

"People from the R-16 world?" the priest asked.

“Yes, I am a Hudson,” Shallit replied.

"The R-16 world has just been conquered and submitted to the King of Black Mist. What are you doing here on Earth now?"

"travel."

"travel?"

“I have no interest in war. It doesn’t matter who wins or loses, as long as there is no war, I just want to travel around,” Shalit said.

"Hello, peace lover." The priest glanced at Shalit's file, which showed that the man's life consisted entirely of traveling around the world.

After a long while, the priest confirmed that there were no problems and said, "Welcome."

Shalit nodded in goodwill again, without saying a word.

He walked forward.

"Next."

"Hello, Mr. Morishima." It was the voice of the priestess who had spoken to him earlier.

"Miss Tomie, congratulations on your safe return. How was your haul this time?"

"It's nothing special, but at least this year's mission is accomplished, so I can indulge in drinking and barbecue to my heart's content."

"I have good news for you. The priestess has returned with His Majesty and a celebration will be held at the Shrine. Lady Tsukuyomi will also be there."

"That's wonderful, I'll definitely go! But if Tsukuyomi-sama is here too, won't daytime turn into night? And the bonfire and fireworks too..."

Shalit, who was behind him, couldn't hear him and boarded the train to the city.

As darkness fell, the legendary Tsukuyomi, the god who governs the night in Tokyo, slowly walked toward his divine throne, unleashing his divine power.

He checked into the hotel.

When I came out of the shower, there were four more people in the living room.

One sat on the sofa, another sat cross-legged on the bed, and the two stood by the window talking in hushed tones, their eyes occasionally glancing out the window.

"Who are you?" Sharit put down the towel he was using to dry his hair.

Before coming to Earth, he had a thorough understanding of the planet and behaved almost like a typical Earthling.

There is no difference in appearance.

The Hudson world, designated R-16 by Earth, has a human race that is extremely similar to that of Earth.

“Shalit, we are rebels,” the woman sitting on the sofa said.

The rebels, the independents of the sixteen worlds that Earth has now conquered, are determined to reclaim their freedom from Earth.

“Sorry, I’m not interested,” Shalit said.

The woman took out her phone, clicked on the projector, and a huge, high-definition 3D image appeared between the two of them, showing a village being brutally massacred.

The woman said, "This is what I saw with my own eyes; the horrific scene of a village being massacred."

“Shalit, these villagers have no desires other than to live. They do nothing excessive except farming and having children.”

"Then, the Earthlings came, their army swept across the land, and they killed them."

Shalit said, "There is no end to revenge. I will not take revenge, nor can I take revenge."

The woman stared at him, the person sitting on the bed stared at him, and the two people keeping watch by the window also stared at him.

"Shalit, have a pleasant trip." The woman stood up and turned to walk towards the window.

The person sitting on the bed also floated along.

“What you call an uprising is nothing but suicide,” Shalit said.

The woman stood by the window, which was already open, letting in the night breeze.

The woman didn't turn around and said, "I am a Miri, the native of what Earth calls the M-7 world. I live in that destroyed village."

"When I was fourteen, a yellow snail beast attacked the village and killed four people. I chased the beast in the forest for a month and slit its throat on a stormy night."

"The families of the four dead men knelt on the ground and wept as I dragged the animal carcass back."

“Shalite, revenge is indeed never-ending, but a world that has forgotten hatred is both terrifying and depressing.”

Sullivan nodded: "You're right."

The woman left with three other people. Before leaving, one of them gave him the middle finger, a gesture that only earthlings would use.

Shalit went to close the window and could vaguely hear the sounds of fighting.

The next day, he saw the news that the woman's three henchmen were dead, and the woman had escaped alone.

The wanted posters have been sent to every corner of the world, from Earth to the world that Earth has conquered, and even her home world, M-7, will not let her go.

She might also be killed in some forest on a dark, stormy night.

After thinking for a moment, Salit decided to do something. He wrote a letter in which he recounted his conversation with the woman.

After leaving the hotel, he mailed the letter to the Earth Corporation. Governor Aferona would occasionally read the letters written by the people herself, and dozens of corrupt officials had been dealt with in this way.

Can the issue of hatred be resolved?

Probably not.

Unless the Earth stops expanding.

On the third day, Shalit saw the news that Indra, Phoenix, Little Martial Saint and others were attacking the new alien world. The whole nation was cheering, and everyone around him was extremely enthusiastic and wanted to participate.

Shalit understood.

He was moved by the woman's words and actions, but to the higher-ups on Earth, those words and actions were insignificant.

In a war between worlds, what does the disappearance of a village matter?

Faced with enormous profits, life is just a small bargaining chip.

On the fourth day, the woman also died. She had died the night before at a dock.

In the photo, she is covered in blood, slumped beside a shipping container, with a searchlight shining on her like a spotlight on a stage.

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