Chapter 1062: with translation of chapter title

Lin Dun Office

Hall of Returning to the Source

Office of the Kingdom of Light

Central Trainer

Although what truly determines the direction of that power is actually the composition of its "information"—that is, the concentrated component compressed into a small tube by the secret key.

But it is undeniable that the database of the monster card manufacturing machine itself is also indispensable.

If we liken a monster card to a building, the concentrated information is the building material, then the machine's database is the blueprint.

How this building will be constructed, what its internal structure will be, and for which occasions it will be suitable—all of these were already decided when the blueprint was drawn.

The moderator of the Gui Yuan Zhi Tang chat room once suggested "using only registered monsters," because the existence information of unregistered monsters, even if drawn, might not allow card creation to be completed.

Just like the degraded card of the youth-version hundred-form monster Beruradora that Aomo rescued from the fire back then: its information had undergone obvious change during the fusion process, which, for the monster card manufacturing machine, amounts to contamination.

Difficult to identify, hard to successfully match the data, and the success rate of rubbing out a card is therefore worrisome.

It's just a suggestion; Aomo believes that few in the chat room are ordinary people, and they likely each have their own way of solving things.

Beriutora

Also we have Aomo, Suzi, Aizhi from glossary; we need to include them as well because they appear in lines. The instruction: "List every NAMED entity / coined term in these lines". So we must include those too.

Thus add:

Considering solely the richness of the data at the Office of the Land of Light, Aomo feels he is already ahead of the curve compared to the Gui Yuan Zhi Tang netizens.

But even so, that doesn't mean he will win every draw.

Rather than believing his own claim of being shady, he would rather believe that his own synthesis machine database has a 'gap'.

This isn't entirely just stubbornness, after all expanding the card pool will certainly increase the shipment rate; it's just that the shipments themselves might not be what you expect.

Aomo doesn't care whether the card pool is skewed, after all he isn't fighting an all-out battle.

Without any urgent need for strength, simply with the expectation of opening the illustrated guide, he feels an equal affection for all monster cards, and thus naturally won't let slip even the slightest chance to expand his 'synthesis machine database'.

And precisely on this basis, upon seeing that fierce appearance completely matching his aesthetic, instantly recognizing the source as Ifrit…… someone's thoughts immediately sprang to life.

Just as central trainers generally share the professional mindset of observing everything to gain insight, which can certainly be flexibly applied in training.

Aomo, even in his 'messing around with monsters,' also possesses astonishing instinctive thought logic.

"Take a look at that posture," the demon raised his hand, indicating far away with his slender fingertips, "that figure crying out in fear is none other than Ifrit, and the one opposing it, trying to bring her peace, is likewise Ifrit."

"What a perfect stage, what a moving reunion, would you dare to break this perfection?"

"……"

The collapsing building loomed near and far, while the demon up close wielded an ability that baffled her; Seraya responded in silence to the other's lament-like Colombian speech, wondering what kind of existence this monster, whose tone resembled that of a Latanian, truly was.

Yes, a monster.

Although Seraya did not want to hastily label an individual as a 'monster,' after all she too was a research worker, adhering to rigor, and even that exquisite subtlety of source-energy technique was likewise the result of her own research.

But the other party indeed, regardless of appearance or ability, ultimately pointed to that designation.

She had seen many of the Sakaz people disparagingly called the 'demon tribe'; those Sakaz indeed possessed many horrifying-looking races, yet none resembled the demon before her eyes.

Such a form ought to exist only in illusory imagination, being the product of materializing a person's mental manifestation when using origin stone arts—but the other party is clearly not a phantom, and even possesses the ability to switch between his human form and this current form.

This is already excessively abnormal, and even more abnormal is that the other party commands such a diverse and unrelated set of powerful abilities.

The study of source-energy techniques ought to be a lengthy and arduous process, and if one wishes to reach the pinnacle, it must be honed over time.

That might not be source-energy technique…… watching the other's hand as tiny, substantive-looking wind vortices dance about, Seraya couldn't help but think so.

She had a non-origin stone arts-using elf colleague who had also seen some extraordinary comrades in the anti-demon front, and she actually knew quite well that in this world there exist beings distinct from most ordinary people, even directly separate from humanity.

If that is what such beings are like, then no matter how abnormal their appearance and abilities manifest, it is indeed nothing surprising.

As for the other's nonsensical ramblings……

"Do you think that girl is fundamentally not Ifrit?"

"……" Having her thoughts spoken aloud by the other, Seraya's brows furrowed slightly, and the enamel shards that burst forth from her condensed white substance were easily blocked by the translucent barrier raised by the other's uplifted claws.

At that very moment, she had already rushed to the demon's side, her slightly inclined posture precisely preparing for the forthcoming swift sweep kick.

At that moment, she had already rushed to the demon's side, her slight lean-in posture precisely to prepare for the upcoming swift sweep kick.

From the moment the electric serpent leapt, the demon actually flashed to her side at a speed greater than hers, and in the instant she kicked empty and twisted his body accordingly, he merely extended a single sharp forefinger.

From the moment the electric snake leapt, a demon flashed to her side at an even greater speed, and in the instant she missed her sweep and naturally twisted her body, it merely extended a sharp forefinger.

A sudden dizzy spell set off alarm bells in her mind, but not yet realizing the cause, she made a split-second decision and chose to leap backward, into the open air several dozen meters behind.

Having already been unable to achieve anything in the previous duel, and believing herself incapable of directly overwhelming the 'caster,' she naturally thought of immediately widening the distance.

Having achieved nothing in the previous duel, and believing herself unable to directly overpower the "caster," she naturally thought of immediately pulling back the distance.

A region where air pressure plummets and negative ion concentration drops drastically is far more than a mere small platform; although the former Rainbow Serpent God never regarded this as an attack method, in Aomo's hands—creating out of thin air a low-pressure, oxygen-deprived zone capable of enveloping half a small city—it is stranger than any ability.

Especially for someone like Seraya, who, though skilled in the arts, places greater emphasis on bodily training as a warrior/guardian.

The stronger the body, the more energy and oxygen it consumes during activity.

Perhaps among them, some beings can store vitality through unique breathing methods, but this clearly does not include Seraya.

And given that exclusion, those with strong physiques react even more violently to oxygen deprivation than ordinary people.

Under the premise of not including, the reaction of those with strong physiques to hypoxia is even more intense than that of ordinary people.

Even though she finally realized the oxygen problem just before losing consciousness, she couldn't adequately respond in those few seconds.

The final thought that flashed through her mind was that she might end up accomplishing a ridiculously laughable death.

But that really wasn't the case.

After all, a demon who descended even faster, embraced her and performed a few buffering moves, caught her and at the same time transmitted her back beside the three horsegirls.

After all, a demon that fell faster, having caught her and performed some buffering motions, upon catching her also retransmitted her back to the side of the three horse girls.

Suzi looked astonished as he handed Seraya over to Bolang and Aizhi.

Compared to her, a newcomer just starting the race, the two seniors preparing to restart the second loop are both far superior in strength; for them, picking up a woman with low body fat percentage, standing 175 cm tall, is trivial.

Compared to her, a newcomer just starting the competition, the two seniors preparing to restart the second round are far superior in power level; taking on a 175‑cm‑tall woman with low body fat is trivial for them.

Actually, he handed it to those two people only because those two were much more obedient than Suzi.

"Oxygen deprivation fainting doesn't need artificial respiration; just set it aside and it will wake up soon on its own."

"Should we tie her up and handcuff her?" When making this suggestion, Suzi's tone was remarkably nonchalant.

"No need, and it wouldn't work anyway," Aomo subtly pointed at the unconscious silver-haired woman, "She could even break free of my wind shackles; this amount of strength breaking a pair of handcuffs is just trivial."

"That strong?" Suzi stroked her chin, appraising the woman whose demeanor remained resolute yet whose appearance was that of a beautiful sleeping beauty, "I really don't know what it would be like if she started running."

"Perhaps it could be about the same as your mid-second year." Aomo said offhandedly, then reappeared a light screen before him, sighed, grabbed the telescope from Suzi's hand, and looked toward where the red flame was.

"Looks like it's about to end, and there aren't many usable cameras left."

"So are you planning to go rescue people, or what?"

Unaware that Aomo just wanted data, Ailisuzhi thought Tunshu Jun's special protective instinct toward young people had kicked in, and she was also preparing to give someone else some psychological counseling.

But actually it wasn't necessary.

No amount of psychological counseling could be as convincing as a demonstration of one's future self.

"No need, just wait here." He said, then immediately lowered the telescope and looked at the other three.

"I suggest you stay away from here, find any other place that interests you, make every second count to get through the present, or simply log off now and go outside to become a spectator."

"Huh? Why?" Suzi instantly grew annoyed upon hearing that.

She had rarely found a position simulation so to her liking, and was just about to show off her skills, make rapid progress, but then Tunshu Jun wanted to hit the brakes.

No matter what the other party said, she wouldn't listen——that was her plan——yet she ended up hearing the other party regretfully say:

"Because this place will soon become the center of this game world, and then announce the end of the world."

As he said this, he deliberately met the astonished gazes of the three young ladies, responding with a serious expression.

"So please cherish it a little, this is the world's last day."