Chapter 1299: NO.203: Can You Hear?

NO. 203: Can You Hear?

No matter the field, there will always be newcomers making low-level mistakes that make veterans laugh and cry.

The field of monster cards is no exception.

In fact, although no one has counted how many monster card holders there are within the Federation, Aomo has seen many times in posts concerning himself the organizations and individuals that appear in netizens' discussions.

It's hard to say these have nothing to do with Gui Yuan Zhi Tang, because as early as several months ago, Yuan Gong Jun, the chat room's manager, was already distributing mass-produced secret keys inside.

It was even the fourth-generation improvement.

On this basis, Aomo's further specific improvement made in cooperation with Fulisidun has the version number 4.62, which starts with 4.

Even to this day, he seems to be incessantly pursuing more satisfactory works, often mentioning in the chat room the resistance to technical innovation, and then comforting everyone to wait quietly for the new version.

Though called comforting, in Aomo's view, few people in the chat room are actually anxious about this.

Admittedly, the current secret key's effect is already sufficient, and Yuan Gong Jun, with the attitude of 'pooling wisdom, you too should contribute!', distributes a batch of mass-produced secret keys every two months.

Admittedly, the secret key itself is merely an information conversion and compression tool with temporary storage functionality, not directly linked to the production of monster cards; you could also use it to make badges, USB drives, or even capsules, the difference from Saiwen's monster capsules in his hand being that his contain living things, while yours are half-dead, like a zombie halfway through the traditional Dongyan source-energy craft.

But the essence of its monster power remains unchanged.

In Aomo's eyes, no matter what it looks like, it possesses a strange and vigorous vitality.

Forever vibrant, forever conspicuous, it glows like fireflies under the night sky.

This is not merely rhetoric.

"Can you see them? Shijia?"

"Huh? Them?"

Even though he is an antique from another world five thousand years ago, Shijia still sensed something odd from this unique pronunciation, instinctively raising his hand to support the earphone that was translating in real time beside his ear.

"Are you referring to tourists?"

"Or your friends, lovers?"

He instinctively turned his head, glanced at the surrounding crowd, then immediately looked toward the few conspicuous long-eared figures near the front of the stands.

Qianming representative, Narita Bai Ren, and Ludaofu Xiangzheng—these were people he often saw on campus during his patrol work in Trensen, especially in the boss team's activity room.

Meanwhile, Wanshan Ji, Zhen Ji Ling, Xiao Lin Li Qi, New Cosmos, and Jewel Algae Cross—a bunch that seemed like a middle-school spring outing—made him, who had only seen individuals interacting with the boss, once doubt whether this group had any connection.

Fortunately, on the other side he still had his definite acquaintances Xintiao Qian and Qielenina Texas, plus the unfamiliar girls around them.

Shijia was quite certain they were all acquaintances of the boss; as for Bi Ze, Dawei, and Man En sitting not far to the right, although he didn't know them, he had at least heard of them from He and Chen, leading him, as he overlooked the scene, to think that Mr. Aomo was truly a formidable person.

For anyone who subscribes to monster eugenics, having so many friends is no small feat.

It's even harder to imagine that the person who achieved this feat claimed to have hardly any friends half a year ago.

Back when such obvious visual gains didn't yet exist, Shijia was the first to disbelieve, but what embarrassed him was——

——the second disbeliever was Gui She, while Chen and He had no intention of following.

This……this doesn't mean my judgment is on the same level as Gui She's, does it?

Shijia still remembers that moment's embarrassment to this day; upon hearing Aomo say something resembling 'them' while looking down at the stage, he instinctively tensed his nerves and curled his toes.

But on ordinary days, he only needs to turn his head to see that Aomo's gaze is not on anything he's looking at, thus realizing his mistake.

But today, the whole person glowing—Aomo Lindun—still, while dressing himself up as some fervent scientist, shows not a trace that Shijia could detect.

"No, not them."

"Then, what does that refer to?"

Shijia hastily glanced around again, even catching sight of the man sitting on Aomo's other side giving him a doubtful look.

He also couldn't help but admit that Mr. Aomo's outfit is indeed suspicious; although it was suspicious from the start, once he added a white scarf at his chest, the suspicion doubled completely.

From afar, who wouldn't notice that guy wearing a black formal suit and black windbreaker, plus a weird-looking 'I'-shaped helmet?

Shijia, who lacks much reserves in the 2D domain, completely fails to understand whom his lightweight attire is cosplaying as; even if he knew, he couldn't comprehend why Aomo would make himself look so suspicious.

Even if the sulky horse girl turned into a luminous being, one could still use monster cards to transform, then transform again into a human form, right?

Shijia believes the cards of the Bephras aliens can fully achieve that.

Not only Bephras, but the cards of other space peoples are much the same.

Everyone has feats of disguising as humans; for work, Shijia has crammed a lot.

But also because his cramming method was taking notes while watching the Ultraman series, the beginner-friendly him first picked the low-episode new generation, and quickly fell victim to the poisonous hands of the 'masterpieces' like the original genesis, Teregia, and Decker.

One month ago, Red Kai rarely passed by Earth once, came to greet Aomo, and was also frequently stared at by Shijia and others with strange gazes.

Yes, waiting for people.

Shijia's makeup lessons were done with his companions, because only he would take notes seriously; others once thought this was some kind of pleasant team-building.

No need to say more; just know that a few might resist Bu Daina, Gaia, and Gao si in the future.

But that's fine, anyway Aomo and Chen will force them to watch.

Chen, once a bewitched teenager, now always obediently and sensibly completes the tasks Aomo gives, which once made Gui She worry whether he would thoroughly learn bad habits from Aomo.

But frankly, those who once aimed to destroy human society—now, no matter how bad they act, how much worse could they get?

Gui She's concern ultimately amounted to nothing more than a joke everyone teased about, but Shijia couldn't help admitting that Chen is the most capable among them to serve as Mr. Aomo's assistant.

Over the past couple of months, he has had several chances to observe his partners' state when accompanying Aomo on missions, and this is the conclusion he reached.

This also made him unable to resist voicing his inner thoughts:

"Mr. Aomo, I don't quite understand your meaning; should we switch to Chen?"

"If it's Chen, he'll surely understand my meaning." The reply came, quite crisp, from within the dark helmet that showed no light under the clear sky, as if it weren't surprising that the other party would say that.

"But I'm hoping you all can understand as well."

"You, He, Gui She."

You are monster controllers, just like Chen, and all count as my monster-handler seniors.

"Your this..." The ten charioteers, who didn't understand why they suddenly started talking about qualifications and seniority, were about to speak, but first glanced at the surrounding crowd.

At this moment, the horse girls appeared one after another, and the sudden shout that rang out as they prepared to enter the gate not only stole his attention for an instant, but also fully displayed the fans' fervor.

And among them…

Is it an illusion?

He felt he had heard a piercing sound amidst the chaotic shouting.

"Can you hear it?" Aomo asked from beside him.

"What?" Shi Jia turned his head to look at him.

He looked at his helmet, which showed no change, and at his ten fingers raised and clenched together.

"In this environment filled with high-density human desires, it should be easier to hear," he said, raising his hand and tapping the side of his helmet, "monsters."

"Or rather, it's the sound of monsters reflected from the human heart."

"You all should be able to hear it, Shi Jia, unlike He; you should recall what it was like five thousand years ago."

"Think back to you then—have you ever heard such a sound?"