Chapter 1064: with translation of chapter title

NO．187：She still got it right.

In fact, from the moment Aomo decided to leave the Badlands, yet let Griliza continue eating there……

He actually had a vague awareness.

He might be doing something very crazy.

After all, to be frank, although he hadn't detailed knowledge of the demons' ecology, he had also seen this term on the Rhodes Island forum.

Then, relying on the few words of the 'gongbi ru hua' teacher, who seemed reluctant to speak and was sparing with words, he understood that its nature was akin to that of an interdimensional creature.

At that point, he had to ruthlessly conclude——the vast majority of Terra residents could not cope with this.

Not to mention Terra residents, even Holy Terra Federation residents cannot guarantee they won't be assimilated en masse by demons upon first encounter.

After all, the trait of spreading assimilation through fear is actually quite strong.

Because fear is a very broad domain—literal fear need not be mentioned; even when you are startled by sudden developments, that is also part of fear.

People's minds can be very resilient, also very fragile—just like in Central Tarsen, there are many cat-eared girls with astonishing physiques who still let out sharp explosive cries when the proliferating G bursts into their field of view.

Moreover, the demon's very ghost-like existence easily evokes human dread.

However, for the Holy Terra Federation, such anomalies are usually quickly detected and contained.

After all, while fear is easily provoked in carbon-based life, it is another matter for mechanical, digital life, etc.

And the supreme administrator of the Holy Terra Federation, who is also the strongest overseer of the Grand Surveillance Chamber, is a powerful AI.

Regardless of whether He has seen battle, He has indeed seen a lot; making Him feel fear is a profound trial.

And such a high-difficulty challenge, akin to a virulent contagion, placed upon the now-divided Terra lands……

All that can be said is that some regions might be able to blockade and control it well.

While some regions fall and are assimilated, it hardly takes any time.

Therefore, such a special demonic species is undoubtedly one of the greatest threats to this civilization; even in this game's background, Terra's regions have once joined hands, forming a front against demons, but that front's final results were still unsatisfactory.

Until a batch of players appeared, among them a guy named Aomo Lindun.

Fear of demons? There is none.

Although if it were a prolonged standoff, his mindset might change, but he doesn't need to engage in that.

When the void monster Griliza appears, it's not this side that should be afraid.

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Although he thinks such a special existence as demons likely lacks a sufficiently rich self, the instinct to seek benefit and avoid harm has indeed been observed.

Together with witnessing the explosive, berserk state akin to a cornered beast fighting to the death when facing large-scale deaths of their kind.

This greatly enriched his understanding of demons as a group, but he also learned from the 'gongbi ru hua' teacher that such demons are not only found in the Badlands.

Among them, many wander in reality, and in the 'background setting' some are scattered across various places in the demon front conflict.

The regions named Latanaya and Kazdial have gates directly connecting to the Badlands, making it easy to guess that there may be some slip-through fish inside.

And these are not easy for him to manage.

Even though he realizes that mass slaughter and consumption of demons might provoke the entire group into a desperate counterattack, he cannot let Griliza vomit them out.

Although perhaps… maybe… possibly he could actually vomit out some intact ones.

But why should he spit out what he earned by his own ability!

Can such a damn demon even be indulged?!

Aomo, having already eaten them, might as well adhere to an uncompromising stance.

Then, as he walked out of the Badlands and saw the system prompt chaining the activation of Terra civilization's trial…… he realized his worst expectation had come true.

The fuse of the apocalypse was not only rubbed out by him, he also casually lit it.

Thus, out of moral duty to give palliative care to terminal patients, he informed those he could contact to enjoy their final game time, then sat before the broken wall of the Rhine Life building and did not leave.

Although this would also let those who chose to stay in the Rhine Life building, Suzi, who wanted to browse more research data, was quite dissatisfied—because his sitting there meant that place would eventually be destroyed.

The most direct proof is undoubtedly these two standing before him now.

Kashena, a graceful and gentle woman.

The ID badge hanging on her chest appears to be written in the Soviet region or Ursus script, indicating an employment school and teacher position.

That likely does not fully explain her; at least Aomo, from her calm and gentle eyes, saw some familiar spirit.

That is madness, and also obsession.

And such spirit likewise appears in the eyes of that man with disheveled black hair interspersed with patches of white hair.

This man's attire bears a touch of the wild bearing of ancient Dongyan folks, but more striking than his clothes are undoubtedly his pair of antler-like horns, the half-visible tattoo on his bare chest, and the tail behind him that lies between a snake's body and a soft-bodied creature, appearing utterly bizarre.

To Aomo, the tattoo + horns + long tail + dyed highlights—these four traits are enough to form a clear indication.

Moreover, the other's palm is also flashy.

He has already seen five such flashy hands, three of them even just half an hour ago.

Even if a certain gongbi teacher has fallen silent, he can still roughly guess which relative of Ling, Zhong Yue, or Miss Shu the other person is.

Most likely it is Mr. Wang, the second eldest among the siblings.

In Ling's words, her second brother may have poor rapport among the siblings, but there is no doubt he is looking out for everyone.

Furthermore, she once mentioned that when she first saw Aomo, she once saw some of his shadow on Aomo.

This is getting too far off……

Gazing at the man before him, whose gaze is gloomy yet imposingly threatening without anger, like some 'he's always unhappy' dangerous badass, Aomo feels that the so-called shadow might really just be a shadow.

Look, the shadows of dragonfolk and demonfolk are quite similar, aren't they!

Even in appearance, the facial styles of Dongyan and Baud are vastly different.

All that can be said is that women who usually enjoy reciting poetry and dancing also tend to view people from an abstract perspective.

And now, that man who perhaps resembles him in some abstract domain opens his mouth, asking: 'What can attitude prove?' and he says:

Attitude is enough to prove that my stance does not conflict with yours.

Kaxiena: 'Do you understand our position?'

Nothing more than wanting to protect something—maybe a person, maybe an object, or maybe civilization itself," Aomo shrugged, looking at this woman, then at the man scrutinizing him, "Of course, He might only care about those of his own kind.

... Which of my brothers and sisters have you seen?" the man frowned slightly.

I say I've seen them, but I have no way to verify; I say I haven't seen them, and I deny the fact—you say—" The youth crossed his fingers, rested them on his knees, and responded casually to the gazes of the man and woman.

Setting up an endgame with piece after piece, who would recognize those Western pieces that fell from nowhere?

But those Western pieces know all the black and white?" the man skilled at chess asked.

After all, those who set up the endgame are the people who were once pieces themselves, and only they can reconstruct the endgame down to the smallest detail, right?

No," the woman teaching at the university shook her head, "If it truly were the original endgame, many things wouldn't make sense.

These inconsistencies are precisely proof of an attempt to solve the endgame," the youth nodded slightly, "but any first attempt will inevitably have flaws, just as I must admit my previous actions were very inappropriate, since I am ultimately not a chess player and cannot oversee the board itself.

So you've been waiting for us.

The man had already seen the next move, and a sentence drew the youth's helpless gaze.

In chaotic times, heavy laws should be used," the youth said, releasing his hands, standing up, and reaching out his hand to the two, "When great calamity approaches, many words and actions become superfluous.

Since you two can find this place, there's no need for me to cultivate trust further; I'll speak frankly: if we cooperate, we might still eke out a modest foothold on this land.

I never imagined I'd have a day of being threatened," Kaxiena suddenly burst out laughing, laughing until her branches trembled, and she couldn't help bending over, one hand covering her abdomen, "The chessboard… an ordinary day, and everything becomes fake? And I still have to work for these fakes?

I think every minute and second right now is quite real," Aomo said politely, "or rather, when the crisis hits, can you still find another way of life?

Further threats, huh—your step-by-step pressing manner resembles a poisonous snake." Though she said so, the woman who had straightened her waist looked rather pleased, even grasping the youth's left hand still hanging in midair.

I'll tentatively take that as praise.

He smiled and returned the handshake, then turned his gaze to the man who remained motionless, not looking at this interaction, but instead lowering his head slightly, as if sizing up Aomo's tie pattern.

The man was obviously thinking, but the youth had no patience to let him continue: 'Chief, I know you have no intention of protecting humanity, nor do you care about civilization's survival, but whether human or not, everyone needs a foothold, right?'

Is your Eastflame language also taught by those brothers and sisters of mine?" the man asked, posing a question seemingly unrelated to the present.

No." the youth denied, still holding his right hand, waiting for the other.

In fact, my acquaintance with them amounts to only a few months, which for you is barely a speck of time.

A few months… a few months… a few months… so short… ah…" the man murmured those two words, as if grasping something, and when he looked again at the youth, his eyes showed a hint of bewilderment.

For most brothers and sisters it is indeed short, but two of them are exceptions.

He said this, and then raised his hand to shake theirs.

Just this once, such an endgame is somewhat novel.