Chapter 1174

NO. 78: You should feel it as if it were your own.

In terms of trouble, Godzilla is roughly a monster card no inferior to Ghidorah's.

At this moment, that demonic figure staggering out of the high-temperature zone is precisely the one who must feel this point more deeply than anyone else.

But even if he can barely stand, he still has to support the equally spiritually exhausted armored person beside him, dragging that person out of the current arena.

This is by no means an impossible challenge, after all, the command to end usage has already been issued to the system, and the once boundless vast wilderness is now being steadily compressed in space.

Like the visual effect of shrinking the earth to an inch, it is being displayed with each step the demon takes, and he also successfully flung Trexiss onto that bench of astonishing mass beside him.

"Are you alright? Want to go sit in the medical department?"

As he was still leaning against the wall to catch his breath, the doctor's sudden remark made him look up, and then he silently smiled.

"No need, actually, to be honest, I'm still okay..."

Beside the wheelchair that the assistant lady rushed over, Aomo also did not continue to force himself, leaning against the chair back as he looked at him: "Body has no abnormality, but spirit has endured much hardship."

"Can Trexiss being in that state merely be described as having endured much hardship?"

He pointed to the committee chair still lying on the bench with a rather relaxed sleeping face, while the assistant lady beside him suddenly realized and hurriedly ran off.

Her departure went unnoticed, the consultant being looked down upon by the doctor still smiled, somewhat difficulty raising his hand to lift a single index finger:

"In this matter… we still need to take a dose of experience."

"After a few more fusions, he will be as clear-headed as I am."

"Didn't you also hear that earlier?" He glanced at Trexiss, "That guy's shout to stop."

"At that time, he was still quite clear-headed, even attempting to speak when I pulled him up from the ground, though in the end he said nothing, and somehow just closed his eyes."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw the assistant lady return, bringing over a cup of water: "Water."

"Ah, thank you."

"No, no need to thank me..."

Compared to the previous conversation, this one has added much formality, undoubtedly proof of having witnessed the monster duel, Aomo also did not mind the assistant's change in attitude, merely taking the water cup and drinking two sips, then listening as the doctor spoke:

"So he can just be left alone?"

"If you're worried, you can also have medical staff check him," Aomo also remembered that Rhodes Island was originally a medical company, other things aside, medical staff should be more than sufficient in number, "but I think he will probably wake up naturally in a few minutes."

"And his condition will likely be much better than mine."

"Indeed, the burden of that posture is great?" The doctor, who had just been looking at Trexiss, turned back, assessing Aomo's fatigue, "Currently, the analysis of the Ghidorah card has entered a stage-wise bottleneck, and Kelthi has also proposed the hypothesis that this power imposes too great a mental burden on the user."

"Fusion, or rather sublimation, embedding consciousness into the nervous center of a massive body, briefly becoming that monster itself."

"That enormous amount of information could even cause neural disturbance, let alone Ghidorah's mode of life activity, which we fundamentally cannot comprehend."

"I too have indeed never tried direct fusion with Ghidorah, and likewise do not recommend you do so." Returning the now-empty water cup to the assistant lady beside him, Aomo resumed his salted-fish appearance, leaning against the chair back, and with the smallest possible joint movement spread his hands.

"Using it as a summoned beast for remote control, even if it is the most ideal usage method, but even so, one must still be careful of its indiscriminate hostility—this is Ghidorah."

"That pure concept of nothingness, even if merely manifested by the monster card in an incomplete way, remains difficult to grasp—or rather, at least I myself do not hold that confidence."

"So what you want to show me is Trexiss's quality," the doctor turned his head, and saw Trexiss supporting his forehead as he slowly rose, relying on the hard edges of his full armor to harass the bench, "If you just get up like this, the engineering department will have to issue another order."

"..."

What status does the committee chair hold, that an order for a bench would mean anything to the former General of Sakaz?

When you think this way, you will instead see him begin to pay attention to his movements, to indeed reduce the noise and disturbance of the bench damaging, sitting upright and asking: "How long have I been lying down?"

The gesture of supporting his forehead and slightly shaking his head indicates discomfort remains, and the surprised expression in his gaze when looking at Aomo during speech seems even more like a silent question of 'Why are you still awake?', prompting the latter to twitch the corner of his mouth and return a weak smile.

"Just over three minutes," the doctor glanced at midair and said lightly, then looked at Aomo, who seemed not bad, and continued, "So if you have any discomfort, please do speak up immediately."

"Mr. Lindun aside, you are the only one here who has attempted fusion with a monster card."

"Not mentioning Lindun is already over the top." As he spoke, he also twitched his mouth, but due to phantom pain in the corner of his mouth, Aomo unconsciously lowered his head to look at his own body.

Everything is normal.

No abscess, no ulceration, no fissure, and certainly no impending radioactive glow.

But that unprecedented surge and complex torment beyond words still lingers vaguely, forcing him to exit with the posture of a victor unscathed, staggering, fatigued.

It also brings him back to the initial sensation.

A nuclear war fear, from the card, entered the user's spirit, though it did not make him collapse, it is likewise difficult to grow accustomed to.

But...

... there is still a slight hint of vigor.

Throat, arms, chest, shins—everywhere retains that sensation of blocked heat in the cheeks, so vivid as to even blur reality, a feeling never experienced in past fusions or sublimations.

In worldly sensations, only scars are the deepest.

Godzilla's card is precisely imprinting that mark upon him through suffering, making him involuntarily recall Mr. Gilang the person.

To contain that bitter nightmare in a human body, one generally must endure such a price.

But if it is indeed a price...

Then there is no problem.

Aomo Lindun deeply understands the concept of price.

This concept can even be deepened repeatedly from the words left by 'his past self' for 'his later self,' the so-called 'price that ought to be paid,' the so-called 'once-successful sacrifice,' all becoming clear through repeated emphasis.

Precisely for this reason, his enthusiasm for this Godzilla monster card has not diminished, and he even feels a few parts of eager anticipation to challenge it.

Any difficulty must always be attempted to overcome, just as humanity conquers nature, conquers disease, and now the Holy Terra Federation has long been able to handle the hazards brought by nuclear radiation, and can even organize a systematic treatment course for healing victims.

Aomo does not despair over this; on the contrary, he feels this trial's results are fairly ideal, and he can well return to attempt spreading wings like a great peng.

But this thing truly consumes mental energy, and for the short term, it still needs to be set aside.

"It's not meant to exclude you from the picture," the doctor, still unaware that the person before him is already like a child who found a new toy, planning the next 'playtime,' still attempts to salvage the impression that hasn't actually faded, "Merely, all monster controllers are a unique talent, and before sufficient foundational data is available, no one can serve as a suitable reference."

"Then let him transform again." Trexiss said, lifting the two fingers holding the card.

The aberrant Bahamut, now lodged in the metal's crevice.

"A very constructive suggestion, but at least not until tomorrow, then," Aomo, who had lifted a finger to pull over the card, waved his hand, "I'm completely burned out today; all I want now is to lie on the soft sofa at the office."

"Wouldn't it be better not to unleash that kind of ray?" Treysis, whose spirit was far stronger than Aomo's, glanced sideways.

For the moment when, as the aberrant Bahamut, the alarm bells in his heart rang loudly and he was struck down on the spot before he could even dodge, he truly left a deep impression.

So deep that he would dream of it almost every night, and even dream himself shouting for it to stop, yet this guy wouldn't relent!

"Not much better, actually—rather, releasing the burning heat ray instead makes people slightly relax."

"Truly an ill-timed sense of humor."

"In that excruciating end, violence too became an indispensable outlet for release," Aomo looked up at Treysis, "this is no joke."

"... Hard not to agree."