Chapter 1001: NO.124: Don't Even Think About Making Me Work Overtime

NO. 124: Don't Even Think About Making Me Work Overtime

Inside Chen's body, there was a previously sleeping word‑chewing monster, Gugula.

By the next day, when Aomo asked, it had already awakened.

So, based on the good card he had just drawn, he had to show it off to his brothers… no, he had to test its strength to see if it could handle an all‑out battle, so Aomo dragged him to this Beta Training Field crowded with shareholders.

In fact, compared to the initial 'Beta Training Field' name used to disguise a résumé, more people now simply call it the Telesen Training Field.

Because from the opening promotion onward, the URA Association had been pushing it, and the official and private accounts of Ludaofu Xiangzheng simultaneously forwarded tweets for publicity, leading industry insiders to speculate how official this training field actually was.

After all, everyone knows that many documents handled by the Central Telesen Student Union are linked with the association's content.

The student union president is essentially part of the system, situated between the school and the authorities.

Before Ludaofu Xiangzheng was directly listed as the head of the Symbol family, her every move was often interpreted from the association's perspective.

And even after she became the family head, many people's thinking still carried this inertia.

Even though they each used their connections and abilities, the actual owner of the training field they eventually uncovered was a name very unfamiliar in the industry, and this name was also related to the monster apparition above the short‑distance horse girl derby at the outset—yet they consequently became more convinced of their initial guess.

After all, the cover‑up of that incident obviously bore traces of official intervention.

Thus the Telesen Training Field's nickname spread far and wide.

Compared with the sign hung above the building, this nickname circulated far more widely, to the point that it genuinely attracted many industry professionals to come investigate, and even try it out.

But none of this mattered to Aomo.

The reason he brought not only horse girls but also Chen here is that this place indeed offers various training modes and field simulations tailor‑made for horse girl training.

Moren felt this place was well suited to be his regular training ground in the future.

After all, there are plenty of strong ones among the famed horse girls.

Horse girls with competitive careers over two years are astonishing in both source energy level and physical fitness.

A training field specially designed for horse girls still has simulation arena specifications that are not subpar, and it qualifies as a monster‑card test site—although he initially thought so.

But when Chen‑controlled Gugula smashed his Gugula monster card and then proceeded to pierce the specially alloy‑lined floor…… he could not help but admit that he had underestimated Gugula's present destructive power.

Now it can even, when Gui She, Shijia, and He are absent, burst forth into that second‑stage devastation form solely by Chen's will.

Moreover, building on the original output base, it prompted Aomo to withdraw his hand from stable instance control a step earlier.

It is obvious that just now the two of them were essentially having a Pokémon battle.

One releases the monster within his body, the other materializes the monster from his monster card.

Neither side fused monsters, and both assumed the pose of instance control, remotely commanding their monsters to fight.

Yet precisely for that reason, Aomo's Gugula in his hand is astonishingly fragile.

Although the offensive was fierce, Chen's remotely operated second‑stage Gugula shattered it with a single ultimate‑move wave.

This is the awkwardness of the monster‑card‑based hard‑poke summoner school, and also why Aomo always personally engages in fused attacks.

Without bearing its own darkness, it is like rootless duckweed, fragile beyond remedy.

But when the skill set is used just to unleash moves, it's not bad.

"This exceeds my expectations," Chen said. "I thought your monster card would be a low‑powered degraded version, but its combat stance has already reached Gugula's pre‑evolution form."

Degraded version……

He had grown accustomed to the other's blunt, occasionally overly frank style, so Aomo lightly laughed: "If the card were truly drawn from a Gugula, it would indeed be hard to approach the original."

"After all, to truly reach that point, one must fully extract."

That is the mode of directly sucking a living thing into a dead object, essentially making the opponent into an unchanging specimen.

"But this is a monster card naturally formed from unrelated rich material, and cards built this way can actually 1:1 fully restore the posture contained in the card pool's data."

"If you had earlier provided Gugula's current data and fed it into that instrument for an update, the Gugula drawn would then be evenly matched with you."

"Want to go back and draw one now?"

"At least let me commission a Feng Shui Master to rearrange the décor there." Having already donned the Mefeilas skin suit, little Aomo naturally need not worry about his current state being discovered.

Frankly, he was especially proud of having thought of this method.

Because his petite frame made it impossible to wear Cosplay gear, and because previously revealed Cosplay props are easy to expose, those myriad troublesome skinsuits pale in comparison to the seamless flesh‑and‑skin unity of monster‑card fusion!

He even need not pinch his throat to alter his voice; the monster card's information alone can rewrite his original physiology, achieving a completely natural tone shift without any vocal change.

At times like this, he rather regrets that there are too few aliens in his hand‑held cards.

He used to always have a bit of a purity obsession, wishing his monster cards were nothing but monsters.

Whatever mechanical monsters or aliens mixed into monster cards that aren't really monsters ought to be expelled!

But now, it does indeed feel that usable alien disguises are rather lackluster.

For instance, the subtle existence of Dark Trega is rather unsuitable for public appearances, unless it's a comic expo, a special effects‑themed exhibition, or the like.

"Anything else needing a test?" Chen asked, raising his hand toward the distant Gugula, which immediately retracted its fully‑opened posture.

"No need for now; the pre‑battle power test is already done, and Test Gold will call you back."

"Hmm, then I'll leave first."

"All right, watch out for being entangled by strange people." Aomo said, glancing at the nearby crowd packed onto the high platform.

The taciturn boy nodded, turned and left; this straightforwardness left the nearby Xiaomei somewhat bewildered:

"He's going back already? That boy."

In her view, the other had come together with Aomo, exchanged greetings here, and then immediately each summoned an identical powerful monster to battle Aomo.

The battle ended swiftly, the conversation ended swiftly, and they were about to leave right away.

His decisive, vigorous manner reminded her of Erlang.

And Aomo's words also made her realize where that sense of déjà vu came from: "That child is still learning normal emotions; for now he has no interest in horse girls or horse‑girl races."

"Temporarily?" Xiaomei noted the other's particular wording.

"Who knows what the future will hold if we don't put in too much effort to pay attention—it's impossible to say for sure," Aomo chuckled, though his expression showed no trace of a smile, "The appeal of horse‑girl races isn't solely about pitting strength against greater strength; the vigor and flair displayed by various horse girls are also a key point, and if fate allows, one will naturally see what catches their eye."

Just like you can see Rudolf, who is in a similar situation.

"Then we should wish him luck," Xiaomei blessed, then she turned her head to look at the training field not far away, "But President, aren't you going to pay attention to those two horse girls? They seem to really want your guidance."

The two horse girls kept glancing this way from time to time, and the keen‑sensed half‑demon princess had no trouble noticing that.

I've been guiding them from the start, using remote telepathy to encourage and point out shortcomings, and they also look at me because of the conversation itself.

Um… then why is Miss Ailisuzhi by the training field looking this way? I don't know if it's my imagination, but she seems to keep looking at me.

... If I had to guess, perhaps it's the excess self‑consciousness of a teenage girl acting up; please excuse it.

Eh? I see, it seems the President is quite popular with the little girls.

Miss Xiaomei's comprehension is surprisingly excellent, almost frightening.

Well, it's also because I've heard about it from the beginning, giving me a preconceived direction of thought.

Does "having heard about it" refer to those hard‑to‑verify gossip columns?

Of course that's also part of the reference, but mostly… um, President, have you noticed that when I previously mentioned the training field's operation, I mentioned the helpers of the Symbol family?

... Even I would find it hard to guess how much irresponsible malicious slander she's spoken; please don't take it all at face value, Miss Xiaomei.

It seems you already know who she is, and please allow me to remind you that as early as ten minutes ago, when everyone arrived here, Hu Mo notified her.

How could that canine warrior woman be so enthusiastic?

He found that person's voice too similar to that of Jade Algae Cross, as if the impression of another canine‑eared female warrior like himself in the world was still quite strong, especially since the other also bore divinity and always treated him with far more reverence than employees show a cheap boss.

Although it's hard to believe… she seems to have truly believed what Miss Sirius said.

Doesn't she think it's shameful to deceive children?

Hu Mo's age isn't low, President.

What's the difference between an age spent sleeping and not having one?

I really wish the employees could agree on this, honestly go to cram school, or else President, you should give them a lesson.

No!