Chapter 1217: with translation of chapter title

NO. 121: Righteous and confident

Beria Ultraman's first appearance under the Ultraman IP was in *Super Galaxy Legend*.

Regarding this work, there once was an extremely exaggerated promotional slogan: a movie of one hundred Ultramen battling one hundred monsters.

Although exaggerated, the numbers of Ultraman and monster appearances were indeed sufficient for the time being, not entirely false advertising.

However, the former basically just flashes by, while the latter is mostly used as fusion material for the hundred-form monster Belialora (the complete version of the monster that the Moon Chariot symbol once turned into), with only a handful of main roles able to be active.

The oppressive feel of these individuals is naturally insufficient, relying entirely on the fused super sutured monster to compensate; but to claim that a hundred monsters lack enough impact based on that is clearly too hasty.

Because there is an Aomo Lindun in the Terra Federation.

And the victim is undoubtedly Teresia.

It is said that because she often says 'I am here' on the battlefield, she was teased as being like an AI named Xiao Ai Xuexue, and thus she gained the nickname 'Little Teresia Teacher' among many staff groups on Rhodes Island; she is a very mature woman, overly mature, to the point that her attitude toward others can be called 'kind' and 'maternal', just like a certain Miss Shu.

Even an anonymous demon certification revealed that this person reminded him of the demonic grandmother from the orphanage.

Such a mature, steady former demon king, facing a expanse that at first glance seems like an abyss, then like a starry sky, but upon closer look is actually a world where countless giant beasts' eyes glow, her performance was outstanding.

She did not scream, nor retreat; she was just a little nervous.

A moment of darkness on the abyss's surface.

The spirit of God moves over the waters.

Then there is a moment when the stars shine brightly for you alone.

Such a romantic saying is actually because, upon sensing your gaze, countless eyes of cold, ferocious, angry, greedy emotions simultaneously open.

That distant vista, which seems like twinkling stars, is actually the result of those giant eyes glowing while blinking at their own different frequencies.

Under such a 'scenery', Little Teresia Teacher is just a little nervous, and subconsciously walks ahead, seeming to lead the way but actually moving a little farther away.

Just a little distance.

You should give her a thumbs up.

Then, after she has somewhat adapted to this scene, she turns back, faces it, and even gathers the courage in her heart to step forward——

——yet she sees that even with the multitude of beast eyes, there remains an endless darkness.

Suddenly, a pair of blazing gold giant eyes rose up, eyes that should be unimaginably distant yet are immensely huge.

Narrow and sharp in contour.

Cold and indifferent will.

A sudden emotion like a black wave instantly swept over her world.

Such an experience is not entirely unfamiliar; in fact, when she once held that black crown, she had undergone this experience.

source stone

inner universe

That, after Aomo heard most of its setting, was mistaken for a monster card's casting medium and fuel, while also being a casing, an engine room—a condensed existence of information, which few can truly decipher.

Joyce Moore is one of them.

Teresia is also one of them; she even stands at the forefront of her generation, having witnessed the location of the 'All Souls' in the legends of Sarkaz.

That is a golden wave.

Vitality, chaos, obsession, and a hatred that is not easily resolved.

It is like a beating black heart, despite flowing with black blood, yet also full of vigorous life.

But this black wave is utterly still.

Compared to shock, her heart feels more distinctly an boundless fervor.

This fervor stems from loss of warmth, akin to the vast void felt when truly placed in the universe.

Compared to opposing an actual will, this predicament without a real enemy more deeply shakes her mind.

She was almost nightmare-stricken, trembling, instinctively wanting to lift her leg, wanting to retreat.

But,

She ultimately did not retreat that step.

She indeed stood firm.

Although she did not show more warmth, she also had a kindness willing to admit inadequacy and still show it.

Aomo only knows roughly what she will see, cannot imagine her specific feelings; this is undoubtedly an unfair exchange of information, for while he was still trying to glean the big picture from a single leaf, Teresia had already seen his essence, even the buried depths of his essence.

But this matter obviously cannot be settled just like that.

As a sensible person, Aomo Lindun can fully recognize that Miss Teresia is indeed the victim.

So he is embarrassed.

He is embarrassed, and although the other party withstands the pressure, they cannot communicate much under it, so this conversation can only be brief.

After apologizing, Aomo hurriedly left, but was stopped again; fortunately, this interceptor lacked such mind-reading ability and still understood worldly affairs.

That was Ms. Hololoya.

She only said a sentence, handed over a business card, and made way.

"She wants you to contact her?"

After roughly understanding what kind of person Qielineni is from her, Miss Qian's expression became especially solemn.

I forgot the front, I forgot the back; anyway, a sense of crisis arose, feeling it's a strong enemy!

"Well, she's pursuing that kind of power from monster cards; she probably wants to talk to me about this." Pinching the paper business card with phone number, email, and forum account code, Aomo's hand had black flames rise up and consume it.

Just remember to throw it away later—although that's the normal way to handle it, but contact information is also personal data; given his experience, he adhered to politeness and made a judgment that seemed impolite.

"Oh! Then let her chat with me!"

Miss Qian, whose mood inexplicably improved, uttered remarks that made everyone look at her.

It's hard not to be amazed.

Suzi, Bopan, and Qieliena had already prepared to hear someone throw a tantrum, willfully declaring a blockade of their boyfriend's social circle.

Although that approach is awful, a typical controlling, female‑favoring move, would Miss Xintiao care about that?

If they really got anxious, it probably wouldn't matter, right?

All three shared that understanding, so when they awaited Miss Qian's unusually clever remark, they were inevitably startled by the other party's advancement in rank.

Even if it improved only a little, going from zero to something is a qualitative leap!

Still, the same saying holds: in many situations that don't involve them, people are very clear‑headed and smart.

Though Qieliena and MeipuBopan are girls who have never studied scheming romance dramas, they can still sense this leap from an observer's perspective.

By contrast, Aomo, who had been focused on the earlier remarks that sounded like a taxi driver's but were actually from a ride‑hail driver, merely glanced at her enthusiastic expression and curled the corner of their mouth.

"Sure, but you still need to watch what you say—don't offend anyone."

"Ugh, Xiao She, why are you making me sound so aggressive?" Miss Qian laughed, stiff as if her secret had been exposed.

"Regardless, we're just temporary coworkers at the same post, and also Qiena's coworkers—don't let things get too tense," Aomo said, then turned to scan the surrounding edge‑city district, adding, "I've wanted to ask this for a while: why did you choose to meet here?"

Although there are plenty of brightly lit night markets at a glance, and you can even smell food drifting from afar—seems like many out‑of‑town shops are mixed in—but it's still too remote.

"It's simple, Mr. Guinea Pig—we're just chasing a few criminals who came this way."

"?"

Aomo froze, seeing her expression wasn't joking, glanced at Bopan and Qian, made eye contact with the astonished Qieliena, then turned back.

"Got caught up in the incident?"

"You guessed right—the tense, exciting Yachen incident—ah, what are you doing?"

Before they could finish speaking, Suzi, whose head was being pressed down by a big hand, struggled hard, making the two companions beside Suzi laugh—even Bopan curled up a bit of their mouth.

"When you run into something like this, you don't stay away—you get closer, right? Is that what a high‑school girl should do? Who taught you that?"

"You!"

"Learn something good!"