Chapter 111: Tonight, Aomo mistakenly enters the hunt

"Do you know why I said your investigation will come up empty?"

"This company secretly researches monsters; you absolutely cannot imagine how they guarantee secrecy."

"... Indeed, my first thought could only be of foreign lands; I don't know that region well, but I suppose it wouldn't be secret enough for you."

"You haven't talked about this with Ailisuzhi, have you? About the soul—think back to that morning, her obsession with you."

"? You were there then?"

"At a time like this, your focus is here? Can't you stop the nonsense?"

"Okay, so their research site is in the dream, right? Then how do I get there?"

"I got you a ticket; go see it for me."

【4，968，554】

【Passed verification, Zhouri Ningjing, transferred to confirmation trial ground】

A hoarse voice, severely distorted by electronic processing, sounded in the haze.

【Transfer complete, welcome to Yanan 3.2 Trial Ground】

"? What 3.2?!"

"Non-existent Memory" and the original memory moved together; that famous game moment, long plagiarized by transmigrators, let Aomo awaken from the haze, looking at the ancient broken stone steps before him, looking at those dark gothic-style towns filled with decay, at first glance it still seemed like that.

What another plagiarized trick smuggled in by a transmigator designer?

After obtaining the "Non-existent Memory", Aomo reflected that much of his past knowledge had become products under new perspectives, including this subtle feeling of encountering plagiarized smuggling in transmigator works.

Just like the locally knocked-off Gundam, Zaku, and even the Wanderer, Getter, and Mazinger Z, as opposed to the official transmigator Gundam units, with the support of contemporary excellent technology and source energy, some transmigrators who indeed made a name for themselves could no longer restrain their own "romance".

When unable to see some desired otherworldly products, one just wants to cobble one together oneself.

Even if they completely lack the official ability, even if they lack one ten-millionth of it, they still want to at least create an outward form; if it can move, it can bring them to tears; if it can fly, it can make them embrace and cheer; if it can fight, each excited eye would shoot lasers—even if the body still can't emit lasers.

This world has plenty of such transmigrators; that "Red King Star" seen when returning from Heaven's Gate City to Earth that day is also a depiction of the "You're not allowed to play Yu-Gi-Oh!. jpg" likeness of the Kusha Anger Clan. Exile Holy, and at a glance you know which transmigator made this huge performance art.

Aomo has to admit these things are pretty cool, but once he realizes they're just counterfeit knockoffs, it's inevitable to feel a letdown.

The so-called "Yanan 3.2" trial ground they are currently in is probably similar as well.

Using someone else's model of Yanan Town to make a trial ground in the dream, and it's already version 3.2—who knows how much has been changed.

"away!"

"

"……"

A sudden shout caused Aomo to look back, and he saw a horrifyingly disfigured man already brandishing an axe behind him!

Bang!

Aomo sidestepped, and with a pulling-back-less spinning kick, he kicked that man onto the second-floor windowsill of a nearby building, half his body still hanging outside; at the same time, the short axe falling from midair was grasped by a hand with distinct joints and fairly fair skin, which he used to break the incoming saw blade.

The attackers were not just one; Aomo's hand continued to brace the short axe, ruthlessly driving it into the opponent's body, the wooden handle almost instantly snapping from the force, while his empty left hand simultaneously pointed toward the diagonal empty space—

—that was exactly where the opponent's saw blade fell, and a jet-black fireball exploded at his pointing—

The blast's impact and force slowly rotated the saw blade that should have fallen to the ground, 'bounce' toward Aomo.

Sizzle— the protruding hand was covered in silver scales and black veins, the poorly angled blade scraped some sparks, yet it was completely unharmed.

Having instantly switched to his demon form, Aomo lightly turned the blade and took hold of the hilt.

As he stepped out of the demon form, he swung the blade sideways without following through, causing the saw-toothed broad blade to sink halfway into the opponent's body.

He stepped again, slightly bent his knees, and delivered a prepared straight punch to the blade's back, driving the blade deeper into the body while his whole body was launched outward, colliding with the two bodies behind and knocking them to the ground; he only managed to let out a few groans before falling silent, like a corpse still bearing the blade.

Thus, the five who had rushed him from behind were all knocked down.

Aomo looked at the red mark on his fist and shook his hand.

Punching the blade's back still hurt a bit, and only with this punch did he notice his black cuff with gold-thread cross; lowering his gaze to his black coat, his expression was slightly subtle.

His clothing style was pretty good, just very unfamiliar.

Is this Zhouri Ningjing's gear here? Fortunately only the coat looks customized; otherwise he'd fear he'd been tricked into wearing women's clothing.

Besides, this account detection is really lax—using mental arts and a password to enter a private dreamscape, they didn't even notice "Zhouri Ningjing's foreign login"; his build and height are several sizes larger than Zhouri Ningjing's whole self, let alone the abnormality exacerbated after demon transformation.

It seems they pay no attention to dream maintenance, nor detect any anomalies, but the trial function operates normally; after Aomo's action of "although I don't know what happened, I'll start a massacre first", the lower field of vision displayed:

【Test passed, switching venue, Church Gate】

"?"

Church Gate? Wait... a moment ago it was the Church Gate after Yanan, that wasn't...

Aomo frowned and turned back, instinctively wanting to grab a weapon, but he only felt the haze closing in again; when his vision cleared once more, his nostrils filled with the pungent smell of iron and rot.

That was the stench of blood and flesh rotting together, and beneath his feet spread a pool of blood.

Doesn't this designer have any creativity?

Where does the difference in the 3.2 version show up?

Does it show that I have to fight empty-handed?

Gazing at the corrupted blood pool that players of Bloodborne would hardly forget, Aomo already saw the double-skull beast stepping and crawling closer.

A massive body several meters long, ugly, ferocious, deformed, and with numerous limbs.

One could still make out the clothing and weapons from when it was human, and after its mutation it bore a ferocious outline completely like that of a donkey monster.

The spot that should have held a single head, moreover, due to the hideous extension at the neck, resembled a pair of twin lotuses, as if it had two heads.

The cursed Ludwig.

For those who don't know him, one sentence: a knight who tried to save the people, beastified by the curse into non-human—suffices to sum up his life; as for the details of how he was deceived, those are purely irrelevant trivialities at the moment.

Because this dream contains too many fabricated elements, Aomo strongly suspects he is merely a cosplay counterfeit.

But even that uncomfortable appearance, fully simulated with "craftsmanship", really makes it hard for Aomo to be moved.

Wait… a Maru monster… could it be referring to this Ludwig?

Suddenly, this absurd association popped into his mind.

Though they both belong to the horse family, the difference between horse and donkey, when shown as a deformed monster's form, may not be discerned so rationally and clearly.

What's more, at first glance one would only think it's a monster.

Well... should we retreat first?

Thinking that this is the monster Mann and them initially considered dealing with, which should be the final boss, and now I've directly encountered it, Aomo felt he should first touch it as a sign of respect, letting the brothers go first!

Although he felt it might not be impossible to fight, but as a game he's usually the steady type who first shakes his brothers; he subconsciously considered retreating.

Then he brushed off that thought.

No, let's first test it out...

The monster research site is not a training ground; this should just be a test to screen buyers' strength, he thought.

The donkey-eared monster Mann spoke of should actually exist.

Regardless of the situation, we should still follow the original plan.

Just as he thought that, the donkey monster he had been watching also seemed to notice the 'outsider' appearing here, and was now stepping toward this side.

Immediately after, a piano sound and violin tone also came.

【bgm：ludwig，theholyde】

? Your mom...

When Aomo saw this prompt appear in the upper right corner of his field of view, he almost cursed out loud.

Really playing games here?!

What about my blood-quality blade! If not, give me a cane also fine!

As Aomo approached the donkey monster, he subconsciously raised his hand, preparing to assume a martial stance, but discovered that in his hand there truly appeared a weapon woven of silver splendor, with dark red threading, and he was momentarily stunned.

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Beta Magic Blade.

Am I not just randomly killing?!

Aomo immediately tried to disable the 'anti-mis-touch' setting by pressing a button, but the instant he pressed it, the whole screen displayed an 【error】 mark.

Then, he did not turn into a giant Aomo; at the instant those rows of dark red pop-ups disappeared, he saw a claw rapidly enlarging before his eyes.

Wo ri...

Now the pop-up should be tobeued.