Chapter 1231: NO．135：Fulisidun：I'm only sitting here in prison because I have aspirations

NO．135：Fulisidun：I'm only sitting here in prison because I have aspirations.

The seventh test, failed.

Looking at the twisted card spat out from the constantly trembling instrument, Aomo peeled it off with one hand and, with the other, immediately inserted a small tube of blood into the material placement area.

The motion, smooth as flowing clouds and water, was clearly repeated many times; his spoken words were even calmer, without a trace of discouragement or wavering.

That's to be expected.

He said, then immediately pulled the lever again; in the card-making instrument's another tremor, he turned his head to look not far away, where a huge feathered serpent stretched and flapped its wings in midair, wobbling as it rose and fell, and within ten seconds it slammed with a bang into the barren ground.

With a bang, the ground trembled even over two hundred meters away, making his eyelid twitch, and then he couldn't bear to look any longer, continuing to watch the card outlet.

Mr. Aomo!

The fresh cards had already come out of the machine; its card-making efficiency always lets one marvel at industrial progress, but unfortunately the path of technology is like the level of genetic evolution—the higher the precision, the poorer the diversity, leaving no room for major innovation.

Mr. Aomo~

Failed again, Lindun?

A screen displaying Frisdon's portrait appeared to the side, and Aomo likewise raised his hand to place a small light-screen into the screen he was in.

It's unavoidable; the new variation parameters have been sent to you—you might consider adjusting the secret key's selection direction once more.

Aomo!

Okay, I'll check, but I still suggest you greet the one behind you.

Okay, won't disturb you.

With one hand he swiped away the screen, then turned to look behind at the massive feathered serpent raising its upper body, over ten meters high, looking down at itself as it flicked its tongue; Aomo locked eyes with her for nearly ten seconds, after which she began to wobble again.

Eee!

"I suggest you first exit the sublimation state here." Amid the astonishing dust kicked up by the huge feathered serpent's shaking and wingbeats, the quick-footed Aomo had already put on a mask.

No!

I finally managed to become like this!

But I must emphasize this again...

Watching the huge feathered serpent still straining to keep its balance, even attempting to flap its wings again for takeoff, it gave him the illusion of a stubborn child learning to ride a bike, making him unable to help but sigh.

Your card is still a failure; by rights it should only be usable twice.

I've only used it once!" she shouted, rising again from the turbulent airflow, moving with incomparable slowness and caution, yet unable to hide the delighted tremor in her voice.

Heh...

Once, but you've already tried full-power wind and thunder, and even conducted half an hour of aerial maneuver trials—the energy you've consumed this time—hey? Are you listening, Miss Holhaiya?

Like a wailing ghost, the wind gradually drowned out the words in the dust, and then a sound wave infused with magic expanded, roaring through the air with a reverberation akin to a demonic timbre.

Holhaiya!!

Pop!

Just like the sound of a balloon being popped, that shout ended; the youth gazing up in the dust saw a white-blue figure plummet straight down—only when it was almost about to hit the ground did he lunge forward.

In the process, he also added a demonic transformation.

This is a very crucial little trick.

When the other person is clearly over a hundred kilograms and also carrying several tens of jin of weight, falling from a height, you must first ensure that when catching them, your own hand won't break.

At the same time, demonic transformation can also envelop clothing, preventing wear from sliding on the ground.

Putting it that way, you also need to ensure the other person's body is strong enough not to be injured thereby.

In that regard, the body falling into one's arms, regardless of softness, is unusually light.

Is that necessary?

It can be said that Aomo, forced to land in the sand, had already realized the moment he caught her.

After all, even if Holhaiya does not appear in her beast form, she is still a feathered serpent studying wind and thunder techniques.

Creating a wind buffer zone during a high-altitude fall is also not difficult.

Aomo hadn't even considered catching her at first; he was just watching, and without even thinking to adjust his stance, he saw she was about to smash into the ground, whereupon he panicked and lunged forward sliding.

Then, amidst her unrestrained, tasteless laughter, he returned to his human youth form and spat out a mouthful of sand to the side.

Click.

When turning back, one could still hear a loud, proper camera shutter, but to simply retract one's hand and let her lie in the sand while getting up…

... it wasn't so petty as to go that far… He sighed inwardly, silently helped her up, then withdrew his hand and looked again at the card-making instrument nearby.

Luckily, there was another card printed with a winged serpent there, though the card face wasn't very clear and the card itself had some cracks.

In the end it was an unusable defective card, yet it attracted the woman nearby, who rushed over, lifted it with one hand, and could barely hide the joy of "Another new toy!" on her face.

At this moment, Holhaiya showed none of her usual deep-minded, danger-hiding demeanor; she was simply like a big child.

But that's also understandable.

Who could resist the joy of obtaining a monster card?

Precisely for that reason, Aomo didn't bother with it, merely reopened the connection and sent the new data to Frisdon: "How's the progress?"

He asked, and this attitude instead made Holhaiya turn to look.

You mad?

She stepped closer, probing, and Aomo couldn't help but glance back at her.

Some people, after regaining the pure joy they had only in childhood, seem to have their observational powers regress to childhood as well.

It's not worth discussing; just don't have a second round of this prank." Aomo said, looking at the half-page of extra data that had appeared on the screen.

This came from Frisdon, who couldn't even be bothered to glance over here, let alone speak, and simply continued focusing on adjusting the instrument.

You really are mad? Then I'll apologize, sorry.

"You, you wait a moment..." Aomo, feeling a bit creeped by the breath near his ear, first reacted by turning his head to glance at the screen.

On Fu Li Si Dun's metal face, which had solidified like Ultraman's, there actually appeared a ghost‑like expression, letting him be sure that he himself just now had not hallucinated.

"What did you just say? Forget it," Aomo, who was about to instinctively clear up the confusion, thought again and felt that such communication, which is detrimental to work efficiency, shouldn't happen: "Keep trying, just don't make me remind you a second time to pay attention to the card's residual energy."

"Then you—"

"I'm not angry, I just don't want another prank like that."

Although this was the first time in his life he'd fallen for a prank, after all, for someone as sharp as him, only a prank that seemed to be playing with his own body could scare him, but this clearly wasn't something to be happy about.

As for why the other party cared so much about his mood, that's not hard to understand either; Aomo wasn't surprised by her deliberate friendliness on many occasions.

Even when seeking help from someone who is still in the original form of a divine clan, being able to strike an aggressive pose is rather foolish.

But even if that's the case…

He glanced again at the woman who had walked a few steps away, increased the distance, then raised her card once more, and was swept up by a wind wrapped in thunder; Aomo shook his head and looked again at the instrument before him.

Meanwhile, the mechanical old man behind the screen was watching the two of them, and his mechanical lower jaw struck his upper jaw.

One could only say that the speculation had been further confirmed… He thought this, shook his head, and immediately continued to examine the instrument in his hand.

Once the secret key is debugged, he'll be able to smoothly put forward and be allowed to make the request to tinker with the card‑drawing instrument; such promising research work is rare even in this world.

He was highly motivated.