Chapter 1134

NO. 39: Zhong Yue:?

It seems……

What's wrong?

When the person named Ling who arrived fashionably late came over, he casually asked questions while he answered everything he knew, then it was just a simple goodbye, he simply went to chat with Qian, he simply accepted the full equipment, Katerinena, who did not hide his challenging fighting spirit.

And also, I originally wanted to leave Aomo, this scumbag who brought different women home for several days in a row, but as a result, I got caught up in the battlefield because a teammate aggroed first, the newcomer Qian.

But unfortunately, just like the black dragon of Void Black City can't be defeated, there's no way to even start the subjugation.

Even if the two challengers discarded regular equipment and equipped the new cat meal combo that greatly boosts output with no worries, if their stamina and physique can't keep up, the result won't change.

At most, the losing CG would have some changes—adding a cream puff difference that wasn't there before. jpg

By this point, readers with hunter-level imagination would surely understand what the so-called new cat meal combo that greatly boosts output with no worries is all about.

But this isn't important.

What matters is that, despite being a Majin San, the biological refractory mechanism and hormone changes triggering are different from ordinary people, making it hard to enter the red-eye stage under the two challengers' pathetic DPS, let alone step into the limping sleep segment.

But even so, he can still rely on his exceptionally strong mental quality to actively step into the Clear Mirror and Still Water (Wise) State!

Furthermore, he will consistently follow his habitual lifestyle, subconsciously reviewing yesterday's experiences, thereby summarizing his own performance gains and losses, in hopes of achieving better and more composed performance.

Humans are imperfect beings, and so are majin.

Learned skills deteriorate from lack of practice, mastered knowledge fades from lack of use, and even the self-proclaimed pinnacle of wisdom's thought becomes increasingly restrained and rigid in day-to-day life, thereby losing opportunities for advancement and the ladder of progress.

It's impossible to be like Ultraman, locking all skills and gains inside the body so they are never lost or faded.

Nor can a human replacement still receive all skill pages, just turning them more slowly (referring to Da Gu).

Then this race would still live a relatively failed life.

Although the Holy Terra Federation appears prosperous and is even the leader of the Star Alliance, the vast majority of its citizens actually still walk in this comparatively silver stage of life.

It will also repeat mistakes day after day, and fluctuate back and forth day after day.

The gap between citizens' upper and lower limits is huge; diligent practitioners can transcend billions of lives, while negligent ones can be punched and kicked in alleys, and their realm can be XX great completion or just a half-step into middle age.

It can be said that social order is maintained solely because the various departments planned well when the federation was first established.

Of course, if we go back to those early years after experiencing a change and unification, there obviously weren't nearly as many demons and monsters as now, so there would be no problem with social order being hard to guarantee, since after the federation's founding most demons and monsters are the result of a powerful AI's instruction to leave a trace.

To maintain vitality, civilization must emphasize diversity, face threats, and continually resist.

——Although the textbook says this, we all know He is actually collecting more observation samples as reference for evolution.

Aomo does not seek to be noticed by the Heart of Terra, even though he has already been placed on their unknown-number-of-slots 'special attention' list, and he does not feel honored by this.

To increase one's desire, one shouldn't tie it to others' assigned value—Aomo often feels that the reason he isn't accepted by the Kingdom of Light is because most of the time his thoughts aren't altruistic enough.

That is to say—not enough of a Warrior of Light.

But by now it doesn't really matter.

Regardless of whether one is a Warrior of Light or not, everyone has the ability to knock out a Warrior of Light, bury a stick in the ground, leave just a head outside, paying tribute to the neighboring Earth Escape Ninjutsu's beheading in the heart, and also paying tribute to the legendary card master Gamma Future Zeta.

Even so, Aomo still has the desire to improve himself, but this desire is not 'I want to evolve from this tiny human thing,' but rather a desire to approach perfection.

Approach, this wording is very important.

Aomo deeply knows that perfection is a realm hard to reach, harder than Superman, and is a symbolic state of godhood.

What is called perfection is simply approaching omniscience and omnipotence.

But omniscience and omnipotence are a forbidden realm, just as the saying goes that there is no perfect person, which everyone knows, and what Aomo pursues is merely a personal approximation of that realm.

Life, emotions, wisdom—these are domains that can be continually improved and optimized; they are the path he pursues to attain that sense of peace, and in this regard, Aomo is a perfectionist.

But what he seeks is not perfection in everything, but the process of reaching perfection.

So he has the habit of revisiting memories, the habit of reviewing the past, and this habit is constantly maintained, steady as a scheduled cleanup set in a computer housekeeping program.

Each act of retrospection is a pursuit of shortcomings.

Each act of reflection is a search for better responses.

Even if each of his 'fine-tunings' is not necessarily the optimal solution, and even looking back from a long-term perspective they may not be good changes, he still carries out this habit.

It is precisely this habit that has shaped the 19-year-old youth he is today.

It is also precisely this habit that often lets him notice things he overlooked at the time, much like creating fan works—drawing out the emotions and details that others, even the parties involved, failed to notice.

That may be an overinterpretation colored by personal perspective, yet it may also be a delicate feeler wandering through the numbness of life.

That feeler can bring those invisible things into contact, leaving them nowhere to hide and making them clearly visible.

And so, in the contemplation of that next morning.

Also, after the long-awaited dream conversation in which, as always, warm wine was drunk, songs sung, and a tipsy dance ensued, Aomo awoke from the relative ease of falling asleep in that dream, and upon following his usual habit of reviewing the past, he felt a faint sense of something amiss.

To be honest, it was merely a sense of oddness.

Because the development of most things still makes sense according to the original logic, yet when reviewing everything from start to finish, there is always a feeling that some direction has been overlooked.

First of all, Miss Xi and Yisha Mala really aren't acquainted, right?

Is Miss Xi trying to find a place to stay with me because she has no other friends to turn to? But as Miss Shu said, is it really normal for a woman like her to seek lodging here? Does she truly lack any awareness of this?

Does her family really impose such tremendous pressure on her?

Is the timing of her arrival too much of a coincidence? Although nothing unusual happened afterward, the fact that she did not go through the usual routine of offering a few casual drinks is worth noting, as if she were then in some absent‑minded state.

But looking at her relatively clear response in this dream, she seems to have processed her mindset well again.

Besides, Shu's slip of the tongue, despite Miss Xi's vague explanation as a counter, still feels somewhat strange.

And Miss Xi's poor condition seems possibly related to these, yet I cannot think of any clues linking them.

What's wrong? I have the feeling that everyone is hiding something from me, but perhaps it's just their family matters, and it's understandable that they wouldn't bring it up with me; after all, they are so‑called Year Beast incarnations, and each of them, in their respective hometowns, likely has many people and affairs connected to them, and Aomo expresses great understanding of this.

But I still sometimes feel as if I have become part of this family's role‑play.

At times like this, wouldn't it be better if I didn't want anything at all?

This family is truly profound.

Except for Brother Zhong Yue.

The Zhong Yue in Aomo's heart is still increasing in its gold content.

I always feel that only when I remotely exchange workout and posture insights with Brother Zhong Yue do I feel that down-to-earth pleasure.