Chapter 1186: NO. 90: You

NO. 90: You're biased against your brothers (extra chapter for 1000 monthly tickets)

When it comes to choosing between base construction and vehicle design, other dimensions have always been a unique option.

Because these different dimensions attached to the main material world always have some distorted strange laws emanating from it—light ones are just color shifts, troublesome ones like gravity reversal, and dangerous ones can be varied.

Whatever harmful chemical gases permeate organic life, whatever chaotic electromagnetic moments form thunderstorm clusters, and even some distorted laws that kill you in mysterious ways once triggered—these are naturally obstacles to vehicle navigation and base construction.

But once they are overcome, they become undeniable aids.

For high-end designers, rather than isolating these laws, they pursue a sense of harmony—integrating those abnormal laws into the work's structure.

However, the richness of other dimensions directly drives up the cost of pursuing harmonious design for vehicles.

On the scale of cost versus technology, the former is unrealistic, the latter is just tormenting oneself, and vehicles that need to frequently shuttle between dimensions are even more an endless puzzle to figure out.

Thus, the vast majority of conceited high-end researchers still quietly chose base construction.

For Aomo, who had silently hacked into the Aliens' operation console, he was pleased that the Aliens' choice in this regard was no different from that of the Federal designers.

The content of the manual for dealing with interdimensional criminals was an even more perfect fit, saving him a lot of trouble.

But this smoothness only went so far.

Just as the characters he typed directly onto the screen indicated, the construction of this base was very strange.

He combed through the entire base's operational logs, trying not to stimulate or disturb the Alien, and what he saw were only the operational records of each facility.

There was no content from the base builders, nor any clarification of the ultimate goal.

Naturally, it's normal for the operational logs not to mention these, but if not a word is said—especially regarding the equipment's responsibilities—such a gap that could serve as a puzzle piece actually shows deliberateness.

That's not something that Alien could do.

"No… not… this isn't right either… Aisi…"

Like the low murmur of a solo fan, it came from that Alien showing a few degrees of eeriness beneath the inverted-color space.

He had not yet discovered that his operating system had been completely taken over by the prisoner behind him.

He continued to adjust and monitor the images coalescing from the subconscious on his own; even though few of the horse girls fell asleep at this point, it didn't hinder him from repeatedly switching.

In Aomo's summary of the current situation, he had detained everyone here after sensing Aisi's aura.

Normally at this point one would proceed with questioning, even torture, but the result was his extreme insistence on the dream manipulation, leaving everyone else out in the cold.

It was as if he were deep under some strong psychological suggestion.

【Yuehuanshe: Any similar operational traces?】

【Deep Brew: No… he's just simply… deficient】

【Yuehuanshe: I think so too】

Looking back at the Alien, whose outward appearance is absolutely fine, the demon's pupils could only see a faint dim red.

Compared to an evil spirit, it's more like the residue of an obsession.

Whether it was gradually burned into this state here, or assigned to this post from the start in this condition… we'll have to wait for Chazuo to examine it to find out.

But no matter what, their current state doesn't look like they could be processing the logs.

There must be something behind it——

"Aisi!!!!"

A sudden roar interfered with his thoughts; he and the respective laid-back glass-cover teams here all looked toward the suddenly agitated Alien, and then at the stable-colored large screen before him.

The images of the three girls on the screen were clear, and everyone's gaze focused on the blue-eyed girl in the very center and front.

Gechengwangpai, in the Alien's eyes, was obviously not merely possessing Aisi's aura.

So he shouted, he roared, he immediately released the key before him, and the model of the giant ant super beast Alipengta instantly appeared—just as it was about to be unleashed from his fiercely swung fist, the model suddenly shattered, accompanied at the same time by a real-world shattering sound providing its voice.

Boom!

This commotion forced him to turn back.

And upon turning back, he saw a golden pupil glaring angrily, rapidly approaching!

Before he could react, his face met the opponent's fist in shock, and he heard the shout "Stop faking spirits!!"

Yet the fist passed straight through him, while the one who threw it seemed to freeze in place, then began trembling inexplicably.

"What kind of warrior's tremor is that?" Xiaolu asked Sai Luo softly, not seeing any problem.

"Uh…" Sai Luo, who never lacked this kind of vision, hesitated for a moment.

Not long ago, having been stared at with a garbage‑looking gaze, he regained his hesitation in this regard.

Hmm, again.

He had to admit that in this vacation‑like world lacking those acquaintances, elders, and even much chance to get hands‑on,

he had not only relaxed but also become overly lax.

Even if he were to regain his original maturity, he now has little chance to show it.

Because even if Chengtian Bairen stood frozen in place, she could be considered to have indirectly 'controlled' the Alien that was staring at her with the same doubt.

In less than a second's time, beneath his feet, like the final three‑wave sprint of Manchester Tea Seat at full speed, he raised his hand to cover the Alien's face.

Unlike Bairen, with a black sigil already formed in her palm, she easily pressed it to the ground like subduing an ordinary person, immobilizing its limbs.

Around her, countless visualized ghostly outlines gathered and combined, forming seals that could shackle its limbs together with its neck.

Meanwhile, Suzi, having surpassed the two, ran to the console and began operating under the vigilant watch of Aimu Zhiji and her invisible-to‑ordinary‑people sister on either side.

Meanwhile, Bopang stayed where he was, then after a few seconds suddenly appeared amidst the astonishment of the three horse girls beneath the shattered glass cover, waving at the still‑centered Gechengwangpai:

"The Alien is over there, Senior Gecheng."

Each doing their duty, they became the gears of perfect action in that flash‑of‑lightning moment, everything proceeding exactly as planned on the phone—even taking into account Chengtian Bairen's oversights.

After all, while everyone was scheming in the chatroom earlier, Bairen was there engaging in self‑tugging.

The phone probably wasn't looked at, disturbing would be inappropriate, but the current number of operators is also excessive.

So Aomo simply left her off the action roster and didn't assign any steps.

Instead, I had considered the possibility that the other party might act rashly and hinder others' responses—but in reality, things never went that far.

「Is this that Abo person? 」

Standing beside Chazuo, looking down at the Abo person trying to struggle but tightly restrained by the magic formation, Gechengwangpai was obviously surprised at how smoothly this trip went.

It seemed there was no need to use the finger-mounted double rings; that criminal had already been subdued.

Then why did I come here?

By the way, what about Aomo?

She turned her head and saw a tall demon swinging an iron coffin, shaking out a series of dangerous blades, blunt weapons, and firearms from inside like shaking a sack, then swiftly stuffing the equipment before her back into the coffin.

「？」

She couldn't help but have a question mark.

This one looks more like a criminal.