The sea breeze blew as a canoe drifted slowly toward the beach of Banyan Island on the waves. Even the loose robe could not hide the enormous belly beneath it, but more eye-catching still was the gleaming bald head shining under the sun.
Ke'er stared fixedly at the tiny boat, hatred in her pupils mixed with delight.
She hated the man's despicableness, but she was delighted because what he held in his arms was the Human Race's current detailed military strategy for the rainforest.
She was about to uncover his true intentions.
No one would have imagined that the supreme commander of the Human Race legions was now rocking across the sea in such a canoe. Of course, this very existence was even more shocked within his heart.
He was fully conscious, yet his body would not obey him.
After leaving Derivative Space, he had encountered patrolling soldiers and commanders, but they merely maintained the necessary courtesy toward him. Hardly anyone dared step forward to ask whether he was under control.
He had been too harsh.
Rooney knew full well that he had been too severe with his subordinates in ordinary times, leaving almost no one daring enough to disturb him. They had simply allowed him to sit in the canoe and drift alone across the sea.
He reached shore, but at the instant he landed, a vine shot up and bound him tightly from head to toe.
Control over his body returned. He instinctively turned to look toward the sea and could vaguely see the upright silhouette of a giant warship in the distance. Unfortunately, the vine seemed to have feet, hoisting him high into the air before tossing him onto the beach like a dead pig.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A flurry of kicks rained down. As though that