Chapter 1188: with translation of chapter title

NO．92：My wish is to sit back and enjoy the fruits.

Central Tresen, underground room 103 of the university department.

After several days, Omer returned to this place, the evidence of the central extravagance and waste.

The massive hangar where the true forms of the three AI goddesses reside.

It can also be called the basement of Central Treesen.

Although it lacks the genuinely terrifying reality found in most sensational writings, it uniquely guarantees shock and secrecy.

It can also be called the safest and most confidential place in the entire Central.

"So, at the moment we let you in, we also took on risk; don't make any further probing moves."

Brown hair, red eyes, jacket, boat-shaped hat.

Emphasizing discipline, the stern AI goddess Bayer Turkey gazes at Omer with her consistently stern look.

Actually, she would rather look behind at the Apo person's vengeful spirit, restrained and pulled by the Manchester tea seat behind the Gothenburg ace.

And it's also hard to overlook the iron 'cabin' that Bourbon and Aizhi each hold on one side, gently lifted and placed.

Moreover, she should immediately respond to the courtesies of old acquaintances Shunkawa Kenshin, Maruzen Sukii, and Narita Shirohito.

But—

At this moment, Omer, still connected to Gilbaris, appears to her as an excessively terrifying figure.

This feeling is roughly comparable to an ordinary mature Digimon encountering an Ultimate form.

Even if this Ultimate's condition is poor, even if it isn't among the forefront of the largest data volumes, even if this Ultimate is a "mentally challenged" product of the Steel Empire, its brain still isn't as agile as yours in your mature stage.

But the data volume remains an imposing mountain that cannot be ignored.

Even before such a mountain of data, even an AI like her can be triggered into a somewhat biological stress response, although essentially it still operates by AI logic—prioritizing large data processing—most task-oriented assistant AIs share this basic logic.

"Risk, are you suggesting we might be inviting wolves in?"

Unaware that he had unintentionally become a "big shot" in her eyes, Omer puzzled over the visible tension of this AI's appearance.

"Has the situation already become this serious?"

"Not really, but Mr. Omer, perhaps you lack sufficient self-awareness of your current state."

Suddenly appearing behind Bayer Turkey was Gotofen Arabia, meeting Omer's subtle gaze; with her eyes still narrowed, she gave a helpless smile: "You look like you're about to give us a warning shot."

"Huh?" Miss Shunkawa looked astonished, her gaze likewise directing the view of those behind her.

Including the two who have regained human form, Xiao Lu and Zero.

But Omer, facing their gaze, was even more surprised.

"... A warning shot? Me? Uh... because of Gilbaris?"

"Yes, your reaction speed never disappoints."

"I'm really sorry, but I still can't feel safe withdrawing this power."

"It's fine, I'll just take her away," she said, stepping forward and pulling Bayer Turkey back, "Bayer is the embodiment of discipline, having mastered the central main judgment algorithms; thus, she is sensitive to any stimulus."

"Good." He nodded, watching the blue-haired AI goddess lead Bayer Turkey away; Omer's gaze occasionally flickered with scarlet data streams as he continued to survey the surroundings.

From that extradimensional base to the current hangar of the three AI goddesses, even if Bayer Turkey remains silent, Omer stays alert to every data movement around him, constantly ready to trace back from any possible surveillance.

However, just as his doubts were shown when he questioned the other party, although he exercised this level of vigilance, he does not consider the current situation to be that difficult.

Because in his previous communication with the assigned horse girl, he gained a completely new perspective.

First, he will not suspect the three goddesses as Zero did in his initial divine proclamation.

If all this were done under secrecy, the three goddesses would indeed be the primary suspects; but if they truly were responsible, they could have acted openly.

Extraterrestrials aren't rare curiosities in the Terra Federation; even the poorly regarded Apo people, due to Ultraman IP, have room to rehabilitate their reputation.

Based solely on Omer's understanding, the Apo people's seemingly crazy demeanor could easily be packaged as a vulnerable group; adding a few tear‑jerking life hardships would make moving a bunch of girls a cinch.

By then, organizing any activity or conducting any social test would proceed just as smoothly.

Acting so mysteriously would instead attract attention; look at the dormitory area's gate, already surrounded by many male trainees—if female trainees weren't hindered from patrolling, the scene would essentially become male and female staff welcoming a leadership inspection.

Although he indeed thinks Dari Arabia lacks a screw in her head and doesn't seem very bright, he wouldn't ignore the intellect of the other two.

There's no reason to devise such a flawed plan; even if he missed it, there should be students specializing in tea seating who would notice.

For example, someone like Miss Big Shock, a psychiatry specialist, Omer fully believes she also now notices some clues; this plan, full of hidden risks and eye‑catching, is less likely the work of the three goddesses and more like the chairman's style.

But if the chairman were behind this, then Miss Shunkawa, who first received his message, wouldn't look so surprised.

Chairman Akiwa may be a quirky, eccentric boss who constantly comes up with odd ideas, but regardless of what she conjures, the green‑clad secretary will always understand.

Even if it were a nonsensical possibility like "a social experiment requiring the public to unconsciously accept testing," she would have no reason to conceal the assistant who has long supported each other.

Then, after ruling out these few at the pinnacle of central power, who else could it be?

The information gap is too wide, suspect pool too large; moreover, since this involves the Apo people, he almost instinctively thinks of other extraterrestrials, extending that thought to invading Earth and disrupting federal order.

Omer's thinking only advances so far when it comes to extraterrestrials; any slight shift demands a world‑saving crisis feeling, which traps him in endless possibilities without direction.

But…

Could it be that this matter isn't actually that exaggerated?

Could it be that behind the Apo people there isn't some more formidable alien commander or emperor, but just a local guy?

Using the case of time‑travelers, this isn't even uncommon within the Federation.

In fact, he should have thought of it earlier.

Having rejected the three goddesses and dismissed the chairman's and others' guesses, yet forced to confront the fact that the Apo people indeed built this base under the very eyes of the gods—achieving an accomplishment unthinkable to the extreme—his first thought was of power surpassing the gods, or technology stronger than divine might.

Within the realm of extraterrestrials, this likewise encompasses a considerable range.

But could it be that I've taken a huge detour?

Without god‑level strength or the ability to deceive gods, yet still able to set up a base in advance—isn't that everywhere?

Horse Girl.

In the whole central area, those horse girls who are not valued by the Three Goddesses.

They actually all have such an opportunity.

The Three Goddesses will listen to the horse girls' wishes, the Three Goddesses will watch the horse girls' runs—all legends are promoted this way, all education teaches this way, just as countless religions similarly praise the divine benevolence.

But as a customer service rookie with three months' tenure, Xiao Ao, Aomo can definitely shatter your filter of the divine.

Gods will slack off.

Will slack off.

They will even find a lower-level operator to divert and handle business for themselves.

Extremely cunning!

Yet precisely because of this, those horse girls definitely have an opportunity.

This opportunity lets him add the options of "revenge against society" and "malicious competition" to his speculation about the mastermind's purpose.

However, even after confirming this, speculation remains speculation.

Although this is a newly emerged speculation that naturally inclines him toward new insight, amidst these tangled speculations, all possibilities are hardly different.

Simply because the Abo person temporarily cannot be interrogated for information, and Aomo has not yet permitted Chazuo to directly dissect and search his soul.

Even if the other party is an unregistered vagrant, Manchester Chazuo does not have legal operational permission.

However, compared to such illegal operation, Aomo obviously also contacted and prepared another plan.

Legal, and likewise not taking much time, that is the AI Dali Arabian appearing now, walking up to the raised light screen.

"Although the other party switches quickly, the Divine Realm indeed caught traces," she said, "There have been three virtual IP switches, and also once a company IP packaging, pointing to some alien shell company."

"Why bother saying these useless things, just send someone?" While sizing up the name above that doesn't look like a horse girl's, Aomo had a pleasant feeling of having solved a riddle but not being able to show it.

"Hmm, guards have already been dispatched, and the horse girl he supports has also been caught."

"Not completely settled yet," Aomo pointed to the rear iron coffin brought out by Bourbon, "Those things I calculated using Gilbalis, indeed are the handiwork of the Abo people."

This means either the Abo person was initially sober, or behind this whole affair there is a criminal organization involving Abo technology.

"We will contact the association over there to confirm the Abo person's identity, or do you have any other suggestions?"

"I certainly don't." Aomo raised both hands.

He naturally doesn't want to work overtime, but...

He shifted his tone: "Next, they will talk with you."

It's impossible to ignore the three Ultramen and one human being in the team.

Aomo knew, these people are all willing to work overtime!