Chapter 1017: NO.140: I'm super, box!

NO. 140: I'm super, box!

Monster eugenics thinkers' monster tamers, when processing documents in the Boundary Gate District, usually have two credentials.

One serves as proof of being a transmigrator, which itself has a certified schedule stored for machine scanning and identification.

The other is an identity document that makes it easy to enjoy ordinary citizen treatment locally.

Likewise, the ID itself is of civilian standard, so the birthplaces of Gui She, He, Chen, and Shijia are all marked as East Yan.

This isn't just randomly filled in.

The region where they were active five thousand years ago is indeed that vast expanse of land, but unlike the others whose names can be traced to proverbs and allusions, Gui She feels somewhat out of place.

You can only find in the Jidong district's proverbs the phrase "whether a ghost will appear or a snake will appear / possibly a ghost, possibly a snake", which matches the prototype, as a localized manifestation of the four-character idiom "unpredictable fortune" in Jidong.

But that's fine.

Anyone seeing Gui She in that white-gold-trimmed military dress with red, slanted punk long hair would not first guess whether he's from East Yan or Jidong.

They'd just think he's a weirdo.

Moreover, he looks fierce and menacing.

On the first day of settling in the office, the owner of the performance hall diagonally across would call to worry whether the neighbors had provoked some ferocious biker gang.

But at this very moment, the "ferocious biker gang" in Yidi Xingge's eyes is sitting uneasily in the office, and the initial ambition to wipe out humanity has not shown a trace.

Of course, there aren't many true humans in the office lounge either, but that's absolutely not the reason Gui She remains silent.

If this were truly a battlefield fueled by hostility, even malice, aiming to utterly destroy each other, he wouldn't be so restrained—he would have long unleashed his arrogant, domineering aura, charging forward to either victory or being caught in the danger's front line.

With his luck comparable to the neighbor's 2000-times man, the battlefield always ends this way for him.

But unfortunately, this is an even more unconventional battlefield.

"I was still wondering when you all would take action—do you really have to pretend you didn't see anything? In the end, you still can't sit still."

"Xintiao Qian, in Gui She's eyes is also absolutely not to be provoked—a terrifying woman who can create monsters, and moreover can 'command' that Aomo."

"Only three sides of the long table have sofas, enough for an adult male to lie down on a pair of long sofas, seated with several horse-girls, also mixed in are monster tamers who, after habitually sitting down, realize something feels off."

"The third side, not yet mentioned, is at the far end of the long table—a throne-like independent sofa bearing Xintiao Qian's remarks."

"What's with sitting still or not?"

"Sitting beside Wanshan Siji, also the most edge-seated Chengtian Bai Ren, she truly can't sit still, her neck constantly craning toward the counter diagonally opposite."

"There, there are about twenty display monster cards, plus Xintiao Qian's handmade monster models; behind the counter sit a few robot models, and in front even several sticks of incense—this is the masterpiece of the little magic practitioner Liji who earlier came to check the feng shui."

"Modern feng shui stresses flexible substitution—gemstones, crystals, animal carvings can all be replaced with similar-concept items."

"Although it sounds unreliable, since they weren't charging anyway and the other party planned to return in a few days for a follow‑up, this sincere and confident attitude let Xintiao Qian, who had gone home early to take charge of receiving her, keep the scene as is while half‑believing, half‑doubting."

Unexpectedly, after an hour it also served to divert Chengtian Bai Ren's attention, letting Xintiao Qian see it and feel subtly uneasy.

"Could this also count as a feng shui effect?"

"But this kind of feng shui, like a 'field magic,' should affect everyone in the venue, not just target a single person, right?"

"She hasn't figured it out yet, but right now someone else replied, forcing her to turn back."

"The horse-girls' competitive spirit is always strong, Xiao Qian," said the brown‑haired horse‑girl with a light tone, "If you say nothing, nobody minds, but if you send a challenge like this……"

"Her clear, blue eyes were utterly calm, making her words come true: 'Nobody will ignore you, even if you're fully prepared.'"

"That was Qianming's representative, sitting on the other side of Wanshan Siji, with Zhen Ji Ling and the newly seated He opposite."

"Having experienced Qian's frankness, and even having once reflected on it, the He still wore a subtle expression, gazing at the tea set before him."

"He'd thought about leaving, but getting up now would surely draw everyone's eyes……"

"Meanwhile, on the He's side, the silently playing‑dead Gui She is the one most eager to run away."

"Although he completely couldn't understand what the women were saying, the battlefield‑like smell of gunpowder at least let him know he shouldn't be here."

"But should he get up?"

"He unconsciously glanced at Xintiao Qian, then looked toward the small path from the lounge to the inner side that leads straight to the kitchen."

"Aomo was just there; though he looked like a child, he had no doubt that the other could easily give him a lesson."

"Why, then……"

He had already been hit after laughing out the first sound upon meeting.

"Better to stay seated," he thought helplessly, but he had already made up his mind.

When he looks back, he'll have to find a reason to move out, returning only for summons like Chen and Shijia do.

In this moment, someone has decided to run away, someone is subtly debating whether to sit here, someone wants to check the shop's furnishings, and yet someone raises their hand with an utterly bright, sunny smile:

"Hi! Hi! Can I go look at the kitchen? Isn't Aimu Zhiji classmate also there?"

"The speaker is Wanshan Siji; breaking the atmosphere without a care is proof of his status as a brought‑in horse (imported from outside)."

"Right! Karen also wants to watch Aizhi sister cook," said Zhen Ji Ling diagonally opposite, smiling and clapping; that lovely, bright smile truly leaves no fault to find.

"What competition, what rivalry—nobody really plans to be that formal."

"It's a pity, though—once the core demand is clear from the start, any roundabout disguise becomes meaningless."

"You just want to find Xiao She, right?"

Bluntly cutting through their purpose, Xintiao Qian shook her head with a smile: "No way, Xiao She's burden tonight is heavy—you can't disturb him~"

"No way! Karen also knows quite a few cuisines and wants to help her brother," Zhen Ji Ling pouted in rebuttal.

But Qian stood unmoved.

"The one who can help the most has already been sent out, hasn't she? Aimu Zhiji‑chan, being pushed out by all of you, is practically a trump card."

"No way! Aizhi sister is just good at cooking."

"And she's great at looking after little kids," Qianming interjected, "If you're asking who here is best at getting along with the present Aomo without overdoing it, it's definitely her."

"Although there really is a trump card, that guy showing up here is still too early."

"Oh~ Xiao Qianming's sense of humor is way more effective than Rudolf's," praised Wanshan Siji, who understood the remark.

Being compared to her like that is hardly a compliment.

But whenever this topic comes up, you definitely think of her.

That's also true," Qianming accepted reality, "but Xiao Qian, are you really planning to have those two prepare dinner?

After a few sentences that only they could understand, the earlier sense of stagnation vanished; Qianming, the representative, ignored the opening remarks without pressure and began to focus on the chef's pressure.

Yeah, we still need help, right?" Upon hearing the food topic, Bai Ren also turned his head.

Although they all appeared together at first, to be honest, everyone's purposes have been different from the start.

This is like Wanshan Siji only being interested in little Aomo, Aimu Zhiji interested in soft Aomo, while she, Chengtian Bai Ren, has no interest in this Aomo at all, and is more concerned with the other party's office's treasures.

However, now that the topic of dinner has come up, she feels she must turn back immediately: 'I actually can order dishes too, but they're all meat...'

At the dinner table, she insists on guaranteeing plenty of meat.

That's fine," the characters on the lifted phone shifted quickly; Xin Tiao Qian, who got the news from Staff Officer Suzi, remained calm: "The helper who just arrived at Little Snake's place is the same as you, so relax.

Helper? Who is that?

Bang!

Instantly, the somewhat curious Qianming, the representative, having just finished speaking, heard a dull collision from afar, and then from the kitchen where the soundproofing was no longer effective came a familiar cold laugh.

Oh... you really found a helper?" she asked.

Precisely because of that familiarity, her expression was exceedingly subtle.

Of course, definitely a helper, so everyone can relax," Qian said from the passage, "Chengtian, if you're bored, you can go straight to the counter.

Can I?!

Chengtian Bai Ren immediately turned his head, and in the next second realized something abrupt.

She, among the familiar faces she often sees, believed she had not revealed any special hobbies...

Of course you can, Wolf King Jiang.

……

When their ID on a certain voting site was read out by the other party with a smiling gaze, Chengtian Bai Ren fell into silence.