Chapter 1053: with translation of chapter title

NO. 176: Beast King: Right, right

To be honest, although Ishamara's situation is pending, just as the ghost shark said it wasn't in a hurry, Aomo did not choose to register in the coastal area.

He chose Kazdiel.

Or rather, he chose the area where Chazuo is located.

Although Bo Pang and Aizhi are not well suited to the present, compared to the violent sports meet, the war-torn land and over-the-line scientific research still worry the trainers more.

After all, the former is merely the art style of Heaven Gate City, while the latter two are already extreme-risk situations, whose bad influence on minors is immeasurable.

But this does not mean he intends to go rescue people, for this could be an opportunity.

Before entering the game, the condition of the four horse girls he saw was not bad; even the two pure newcomers who kept dodging and did not counterattack still appeared completely at ease.

The legs trained specifically for running have already shown a distinctive advantage.

Thus he first came to Chazuo, where the theoretical pressure is greatest.

He attempted to use this as a starting point, walk around the locations of the other three, form a team, add friends, and establish the most basic remote communication function.

To be honest, games that normally have online co-op functionality usually come with ID search, but some rebels only use numeric IDs.

Even conducting friend co-op by opening a single room.

Aomo also doesn't know exactly how this game is implemented, after all, when Rhine Life sent him the development logs, they didn't even send a game PV preview, so he had to prepare for having to face-to-face 'draw talismans'.

However, just a few minutes after landing, before he could get used to operating the player UI, he was suddenly attacked.

After casually dealing with it, he was then attacked by a teammate, leading him to doubt the actual existence of friendly fire.

"Do you see her ID is red?"

"Indeed, she's been marked as an enemy, but are we using the same UI?"

"Could it be that you've taken a player slot and your stance differs from mine?"

"Let me check..."

Using Jett's ability with lightning-fast reflexes, Aomo performed a spatial jump across the entire area, still in a phase where observation is preferable to engaging in combat.

The small black goat perched on his head, whose center of gravity was inexplicably stable and could even teleport with him, became his sole communicable object, as it lifted its small jiojio and poked at the air, then froze entirely.

"... I... seem to have been judged as your accessory."

"Huh?"

Ceasing his flickering steps, he raised a hand and deployed the transparent barrier of Mefilas to block the freshly spawned great-sword soldiers and spearmen ahead and behind, while the index finger of his other hand performed swift, smooth strokes and taps, demonstrating contemporary players' mastery of high-speed screen‑casting operations.

However, the player demonstrating this skill is now twitching at the corner of his mouth while looking at his personal page, and the generated physical barrier is repeatedly shaken by enemies due to his divided attention.

Indeed, there is a small black goat icon on that headgear.

Even tilting his attention triggered the item info, which bore an unexpectedly rare rating:

☆☆☆☆☆☆

【Immortal】

This accessory cannot be destroyed, but it may still be affected by ability interference.

"The cyclopes say that in the near future, you will face an eternal prison."

【Beast Lord】

Strange beings that drive away the flesh and transform into extraterritorial essences each possess abilities distinct from Originium Arts, yet their very existence is intimately tied to Originium.

"I ask you: do you see it as a person with a strange appearance, or an animal with strange behavior?"

【Brand】

It was born because of you, a precious thing unique to you, bestowing upon you a lofty crown.

"He will grant us the most beautiful vision, and we shall strive for him!"

Boom!

Some are still looking at data, while others keep bombarding the shield.

As if relentless effort had finally paid off, atop the transparent shield that had completely cracked in the sharp explosive sound, a great sword followed up with another cleaving strike.

But this great sword met another, even larger great sword, and in that instant completed a blade‑surface separation, as light points converged—

Boom!!!

A howling light, like a giant spear, pierced the enemy's armor without hindrance, and also pierced their sturdy physique; the recoil from that instant caused the giant cannon and its demon wielder to slightly lower their stance, evading the spear thrust from behind.

It also unfolded the four wings behind it.

In the air passages between the wings, a dense blackness condensed.

It is scorching fire, sprayed wildly as black‑black flame; the upward thrust that should have propelled a demon's dash‑flight was instead 'locked' in place by the overly heavy cannon, and the entirety was flung onto the rear of the 'demon tribe'.

A rear‑mounted flamethrower based on a demon's anatomy cruelly made it retreat, struggle, and tear at its own metal and cloth, yet in those few seconds it emitted a monotonous greasy odor.

It's a bit smelly, yet somehow also a bit fragrant.

"If it's just an accessory, why is it still a six‑star with no stat bonuses?"

The instigator still pokes at his personal panel, which is exactly the player mindset that Bourbon and Aizhi lack—showing no mercy toward data that is crafted to resemble real life.

The other self perched on his head likewise replied without emotion: "Those modifiers aren't bad; they look like a prerequisite for some kind of route."

"Saying it makes it sound like I'm really here to play a game—though perhaps that's not impossible……"

Leaving aside the original plan, merely gathering information related to Ishamara already amounts to treating it as a mission walkthrough.

But if the game already had the answer, that doctor should have sent relevant personnel to extract the data from the very start of the work's design.

Even hiding it deeply is useless; an excellent search engine can yield all results.

But since it's now up to me to act, I must either hide it in a roundabout way, or it must be something that appears utterly unrelated… and if that's the case, Shu could actually give a reason for instruction…… Could she truly perceive cause and effect?

The youth, looking back from this train of thought, transformed the overly cumbersome weapon in his hand into a portable iron claw, gripping firmly the thin blade that had begun to feel familiar.

Sparks flickered out from the blade's struggle, yet the iron claw showed no slack; the user's field of view followed the slender blade toward the overly wide hilt, resembling a compass, and then toward the white wolf woman laughing wildly.

"You look truly happy, but just who is it you see in your eyes—me or her?"

Crack…

The cracking sound mixed into the words made the girl's face flash with surprise for an instant, and then— at the moment the other blade swung out—

One blade snapped on impact, the other was guarded by the vambrace on the raised arm, but this did nothing to stop Lappland's assault; the broken blade and the still-intact sundial blade flickered with wolf-shaped light, and as he lowered his stance and lunged forward, his swing scattered a clear, ringing tide.

And upon that tide, the graceful black giant wolf surged as if riding wind and waves, howling as it came.

【You have entered the 'Ancient Intimidation' range】

【You have been targeted by 'Blood-Melt Dread'】

"Oh, it's their heated-blood boiling combo skill." The sheep on his head sighed in a flat tone.

Then, as if dragged by Aomo's head, it turned into an afterimage synchronized with Aomo, appearing instantly behind Lappland, and beneath its feet, Aomo already held aloft an opened iron coffin, standing upright before it.

"Get in!"

A clean, swift roundhouse kick sent Lappland flying into the coffin with one foot, and before the opponent, whose clean impact sound had just been made, could retaliate, the coffin lid snapped shut.

【You have obtained Lapulande. Saluzuo (Contamination)】

Contamination?

The giant wolf's missed strike arrived, yet he who bore the iron coffin teleported again, this time retreating directly one li away, watching from afar as the wolf dissolved into scattered black mist flying toward him, he sighed:

"What kind of game is this exactly?"

"... Anyway, it's not a monster brawler game." Looking down at the three extra cards appearing between the youth's fingers, Aomo the sheep gave a speechless, cold sneer.

"You don't intend to investigate the situation further?"

"It's too much of a hindrance; let's clear the field first."