Chapter 1285

NO. 189: What's going on?

The Divine Strike Core in the chest overflowed with purple light, countless lightning columns intertwined energy burst forth, moving from the chest to the huge mouth, then forcibly pressed down.

The crossed claws on the chest suddenly sprang open, trembling in the intense pain of that surging energy.

Roar!

The Purple Silver Dragon roared.

In that roar, the Divine Strike Core lit up again, shining to the extreme, its vivid depth as if about to ignite directly, once again spreading upward from below along the throat to the dragon's jaw.

Roar——!

It seemed to carry a hint of unwillingness in its low growl, together with the fiercely erupting blaze shooting out, enveloping nearly a hundred kilometers of space within that spherical purple vortex.

The Primordial Dragon's inversion, the resurgence of destructive intent, countless thunderbolts gathered in the annihilating fire, seeking to return everything to its original origin.

RebirthandDestruction!

Before such terrifying, astonishing destructive power, aside from the existence that had been falling from the very beginning, only those who were sufficiently alert, nearly clairvoyant, could escape disaster in their desperate flight.

But this was meaningless.

In this realm of mere nothingness, if no being capable of reaching this dimension exists, then nobody can escape.

The Ultraman Warrior, who had stared dumbfounded for nearly half a minute, together with the Purple Silver Wing still retaining most of its energy, immediately joined the purge of the remaining monsters.

——but this also marked the dividing line.

The video ended.

"Just in case someone hasn't seen Prince Aomo's new form's ultimate move, 'Immaculate End Game'"

"..."

No longer looking at the video the woman held up with both hands, Aomo rested his forehead on one hand and gazed at the tabletop for a few seconds, as if something there particularly attracted his sight.

"Aomo."

"Don't speak, I'm barbecuing," after a half-second silence he tilted his head again, "No, I'm thinking."

"Aomo, you must face reality." Bicuikes urged softly.

"It's hard to face," Aomo continued studying the tabletop, "if that video were on that bizarre appearance voting site, it wouldn't matter, but this video..."

He slightly lowered his hand, then turned to twist the bridge of his nose.

"If I'm not mistaken, you opened it from the mercenary live-stream's bullet-screen website."

Moreover, it was a district-wide banner push… not like a big data product……

"Actually, it's also been reposted on Umastagram; you might have received many @mentions......"

"Enough." He gestured to cut off Bicuikes's words; Aomo, with an action between cautious and furtive, glanced into the distance at Sai Luo surrounded by a group of girls, then turned his head back.

"You previously set up a soundproof barrier."

Bicuikes's gaze was full of worry, almost asking if he had been injured in battle.

"I know, but what if it's ineffective against Ultraman?"

"Hard to tell if it's genuine concern or stubbornness," this person said, then turned back: "Why did it leak?"

"Although I'd rather ask why that site in Jiemen District has my fans," but that's not the point, not urgent.

"This... uh, actually it's my problem..." The Teqiju Juanzhang, true to his title, took responsibility straightforwardly: "I ordered personnel to bring the inter-dimensional observer to confirm your combat situation."

Omitting the words 'worried about your condition,' it seemed Bicuikes, still in work mode and not having stepped out, said somewhat embarrassedly: "Then the District Chiefs, in order to first suppress the impact and influence of this attack, uh... talking about these is pointless."

Bicuikes also raised a hand, covering his forehead and shaking it.

"From the start it was my mistake; I didn't consider everything. A case of this scale certainly would have any usable element exploited by them to divert attention, giving them an opportunity—that's my oversight."

"Forget it," seeing her self‑blaming appearance, on the contrary it was Aomo, who didn't want to keep getting a headache, who let go of the bridge of his nose and waved his hand, saying, "Forget it, just leave it like that."

"Huh?"

"After all, it's just that I've made a big leap forward."

He picked up the water cup on the table that had remained untouched until now, stood up and took a sip, then Aomo turned his gaze back to the people in the room—each busy, each passing by, still not forgetting to glance at himself once—each of their gazes holding a similar awe, only the proportions differed.

"Whether it's my popularity in that circle over there, or the packaged route I've heard about as a trainer here, becoming well known is just a matter of time," he said, setting down the water cup, then turning to lean against the side of the sofa where Bìcuìkèsī sat, he patted her head, "I don't want to talk about this anymore; I guess you still have something to tell me, or is it an invitation?"

"……"

"Bìcuìkèsī?"

"……"

"Juanzhang Shīhuáiyǎ?"

"Eh, ah, what?" The rebooted Bìcuìkèsī unit lifted its head to look at Aomo, then, as if it had retrieved a message record, reacted: "Oh, right, the district chief, mayor, and the URA Association are all asking for your time—one meeting, one commendation, possibly the start of long‑term cooperation; considering your situation, I suggest you refuse… although I might not be able to say this."

"What's there that's hard to say?"

Aomo, who patted her head again, chuckled lightly; he has always disliked seeing people wallow in self‑pity.

Even if it's an enemy, unless he deliberately messes with people's minds, he also doesn't like seeing himself do nothing while the opponent's morale collapses just because some passerby's mindset messed them up.

That would be too boring.

"Then just refuse," Aomo said blandly, "I don't need a ticket to high society either; normal development will eventually bring me into contact with it, there's no need to stand at the forefront this way… ah… sorry."

As he spoke, looking back he saw some people's strange expressions; he didn't need to follow their gazes to his own hand and Bìcuìkèsī—just by looking at their uniforms, Aomo realized his earlier action was rude and over the top.

Although it's a cramped small space, this still counts as a public area, and her subordinates are watching.

This is not good for the Juanzhang to establish authority… Moreover, Aomo, unaware that he had already been rumored in the Teqiju to be the Juanzhang's little boyfriend, could only feel from many passing Teqiju officers that they had some misunderstanding about him.

"Um, oh, it's fine." Miss Bìcuìkèsī, with legs together, back straight, sitting upright yet head lowered, spoke in a voice as tiny as a mosquito.

He had recovered the missing emotional puzzle from his days at Victoria Academy.

But it also brought on someone's cough.

"Juanzhang, you still have a lot to handle—how come you just sat down?"

"I'm just sitting for a moment!"

The deputy director of Teqiju, a woman whose demeanor was sharp and capable yet even more stern, once made Aomo wonder if, in interacting with her, he and Bicuikes would be reminded of another friend.

She always seemed able to find this kind of partner who was easy to argue with yet worked together quite well.

Besides, Mr. Aomo, setting aside those citizens who wanted to thank you in person, Teqiju must do something about the few criminals you still let escape in that situation...

"Interrogation?" Aomo asked.

"No, it's an inquiry," the deputy director looked at him, then at Bicuikes, who seemed to have composed herself, turned her gaze back, and said in an annoyed tone, "You're also a big shot upstairs now; at least they currently intend to promote you."

"Moreover, I think you should be ready to answer."

"Just cooperate with everyone's work, and it'll also facilitate the follow‑up investigation—say whatever needs to be said."

Aomo raised both hands, spread them open, as if displaying a magician with no props.

"Now?"

"Now then, so those directors don't find an excuse to slack off."