The organization was evil, but the humans on the experimental continent had never considered overthrowing it—because the organization was their safety net. Even though people feared the Claymores, they never tried to resist them.
In the end, it wasn't the humans who destroyed the organization—it was the Claymores. And there was only one reason: resentment. The organization had done too many cruel things to the Claymores, treating them as tools, not people. The fact that the organization infected people and turned them into Yoma was just the final spark.
The Claymores acted out of personal grudges. Sure, the organization was evil, and the Claymores were pitiful. But their motive for wiping it out wasn't some grand idea like "saving all of humanity." It was selfish—but it was real and made sense. That's why the evil organization was ultimately destroyed.
An Rong and Sony watched Kid grin and suddenly felt a chill down their spines. Weren't they just talking about curing the Yoma? Why was Kid laughing all of a sudden? Did he lose his mind?
But Kid had just figured something out. Forcing values onto others was definitely unpleasant, but when he thought about how well-loved he'd been back on Earth, it made sense. Even if everyone had different values, as long as they shared the same core interests, those differences didn't really matter. People could still work toward the same goal.
"Saving people sounds great. I'm in," Kid said with a smile. "You two keep working on your research. I've got your backs. But you still have to send a report to the higher-ups. It's not like saving people can be done in a day or two. I'll ask Batman to prepare the equipment you need. Just give me a list."
An Rong and Sony were happy, but they didn't know what Liu A'dou was really thinking.
Once he realized that shared interests outweighed differing values, Kid knew what to do. It was impossible to win over everyone—but as long as most people benefited, that was enough. And unlike the messes the U.S. tended to leave behind, this had to be clean and decisive.
So the first step to saving people was figuring out what benefit turning Yoma back into humans could bring to the organization, the Claymores, and the locals.
The organization? No benefit. No Yoma meant no one needed to hire Claymores, which meant no taxes. But since the organization was evil, their losses didn't matter.
What about the Claymores? No Yoma didn't mean peace. There were still Awakened and abyssal threats. Their battles would continue.
That left the locals. Some Yoma were their family, so saving them could prevent tragedy. That was a benefit—but only for a few. Most people probably wouldn't accept those who used to be Yoma, so it wasn't a big gain overall.
That's why Kid had hesitated at first. Unlike the two scientists who dove in headfirst without knowing anything, he wanted to think it through.
He needed to find common ground among all three parties. The organization's goal was creating warriors strong enough to fight Asarakams. The Claymores wanted freedom from the organization and to prevent more tragedies like their own. The people just wanted not to be eaten by Yoma.
And as mentioned before, the organization was evil—so it could be ignored.
That's why the original story's ending had been great. The Claymores lived among the people in harmony. The people were protected, and the Claymores no longer had to suffer.
Liu A'dou's idea was simple—follow the original storyline and destroy the organization. The only difference was this time, there would be a new group of locals who had been saved from being Yoma.
It was basically a show of loyalty.
Of course, this was Kid speaking from a god's perspective. If it were Batman, he'd probably be more cautious—secretly saving people behind the scenes. But in that case, Earthlings wouldn't gain anything. They'd do good deeds and leave without a trace.
Kid, however, wanted Earthlings to gain allies among the Claymores and leave a good impression on the locals.
But how to actually pull this off still needed more thought. The main focus would be supporting the Claymores, with some effort spent on public messaging to the locals. The goal was to push the organization to expose its own flaws, so they couldn't cry foul later.
An Rong's report finally got a reply. As Liu A'dou had predicted, the higher-ups said: "Recommend avoiding interference in the lives of the Einsteinians. Focus on safety and preventing infection."
An Rong wasn't too worried about infection—those parasitic cells weren't that contagious. What shocked her was the conclusion itself. Just watching people die and doing nothing? She couldn't accept that.
Still, it was a recommendation, not a strict order.
"Doctor, don't take it too hard," Kid said, now comforting An Rong. "You should keep working on the Yoma cure. As for the rescue effort, we'll wait until we understand more about this planet. I'll head back to Earth now to grab the equipment you need."
"Why is it like this?" Annie couldn't understand. Saving people was supposed to be a good thing. So why were both Kid and the higher-ups treating it like a plague?
"Because we can't behave like a country such as the U.S.," Kid replied. "We can't force our version of 'what's good' on the locals. No interfering in their lives, no getting involved in their politics. We're here to explore."
"But those people who've turned into Yoma… it's too tragic."
Kid said, "But on this continent, Yoma are clearly part of the system now. You've got Claymores specifically trained to kill them, and an organization dedicated to creating Claymores. If you actually cured the Yoma, what happens to the organization and the Claymores? And how will the locals react to people who've eaten internal organs? Will they reject us instead? Sure, saving lives is noble, but have you thought about the consequences?"
An Rong had no response to that. She and Sony had acted purely out of humanitarian instinct—they hadn't factored in politics.
"But I still support you two. Keep researching. Once we've got the Yoma cure, we'll Start saving people. For now, I'm heading to Earth to get all the gear you asked for."
As soon as he finished, Kid turned into a streak of rainbow light and shot out of the atmosphere.
Ever since the second landing ship arrived, the village had been turned into a fortress. Machine guns were mounted, and wooden chevaux-de-frise were built using local materials.
Zhang Dong never let his guard down against the Yoma. He personally lectured the new soldiers, telling them how dangerous the Yoma could be. He had them on high alert, because an attack could happen at any moment.
Meanwhile, on a steep mountain nearby, at a sharp cliff edge, two figures stood—one tall, one short. The tall one was a Claymore with long, golden straight hair. The short one was a cloaked organization agent.
"Galatea, what do you see?"
"The village is already surrounded by Yoma," said the beautiful Claymore coldly, not showing even the slightest emotion.
The agent figured they must be the organization's own Cleaners. "Any other Yoma presence?"
"There's one inside the village," Galatea said, squeezing out each word like toothpaste.
The agent didn't care. He figured that was the Yoma the others had captured—just like Eliza's previous report had mentioned. The organization was still surveying this place.
At the same time, high above, a drone was transmitting everything to Zhang Dong in real time. The approaching figures weren't carrying weapons, but still gave off an unsettling feeling. The drone also caught sight of the two people on the mountain ridge.
Both sides were using their strengths, watching each other closely, even though they thought their actions were secret. Two civilizations, crossing millions of light-years to meet—no one could say what kind of sparks would fly.