Chapter 130: and translation of chapter title, then ===GLOSSARY=== with list of named entities appearing in these lines

Aomo walks through the building.

He moves with swift, agile steps, using explosive flames under his feet for propulsion and employing repulsion techniques to launch himself into the air.

His magical foundation has always been solid, earning praise from the source-energy teachers on multiple occasions.

Although he knows many spells called "minor tricks," he learned them not to show off in combat, but simply for convenience.

In other words, he aims at spells refined for everyday use.

This is precisely the goal of his early hard work here.

Just as learning the illumination spell saves on electricity rather than being used to torture his foster father.

Knowing basic lightning magic lets you take it easy with metal objects, and even give someone a simple electromagnetic massage.

Fire magic, naturally, is for igniting and heating things, and it also provides the basis for his frequent shortcuts.

When doing parkour, especially taking shortcuts with high jumps or emergency landings, hot air is always needed for propulsion or cushioning.

Frankly, I've been reading and chasing updates, switching sources, with multiple read-aloud tones, works on Android and iOS.

On this point, a certain big cat from Rhodes Island can readily relate to him.

But he is simply trying to locate David, the main clue being the spatial features perceived through the visual module connection before him.

Qiwei is still stabilizing the signal from David's side, and the two can fully meet up via conversation.

But David is currently being chased so frantically he can't even clearly state his location, leaving only Aomo to search relentlessly.

He recalls the spatial features of the places David passed through, then compares the scenes he sees when David takes shortcuts, does parkour, evades, or, if he can't evade, quickly resolves with demon transformation and card abilities, to infer.

Following exactly the route David took is the worst option—such pursuit is least efficient—so he midway begins to take a different tack.

The routes of ventilation and power ducts, along with the floor layout, are key details; using these elements and the direction indicated by card activations, he selects shortcuts, even if it means breaking through walls and destroying the ground.

Even with his brain racing at such speed, he struggles to hear the calls of teammates falling behind.

Rebecca never expected that, having inherited her brother's flair for showmanship, she would be outclassed by Aomo's flamboyant moves.

She always thought her prosthetic stats and level were quite good, with speed and stamina extremely satisfying, yet she couldn't keep up with the opponent's style of occasionally taking off, pulling, smashing through walls, breaking the floor, and continuing to run.

Even if it's just pure running, she can only watch helplessly as the distance keeps growing.

What did Mann say again? This guy is a trainer at Teresen, right?

Does a trainer really have to demand running as fast as those horse girls?!

Seeing Rebecca's distance ever increasing, she looks back, but because of her headlong frantic pursuit, the road ahead is now completely unfamiliar, extinguishing any thought of turning back.

Gritting her teeth, she still has to speed up and keep going, even if she's out of breath—

——Not long after she had that thought, she heard a rumbling approaching from afar, and moreover David's voice, nearly overlapping:

"I followed the route you said! Your people—" "Right here! Don't stop, activate your crystal core and bring Rebecca along!" Aomo even shouted that.

At the same time, over the monster card already drawn from his hand, a murky black mist swirls.

Unlike the former pallid dark-gold current, it erupts from the darkness.

All manner of martial arts, this is the big tail!

In a nonexistent memory, this image resembles something like the myriad aspects of a furnace's tail.

After demon transformation, the tail that was once bone‑cone‑sharp, thin and long suddenly turns into a thick, milky‑white tail, striking the black shadow with enough strength to pierce walls—during this process one can clearly see the tail belonging to the Thunder King being blackened and reshaped into a form closer to a demon's tail.

Gradually blackening, gradually refining, also gradually sharpening.

The front is dark, the rear scattered with moon patterns; at the moment of whip‑like impact, dark‑gold lightning extends here—this is indeed an ability the Thunder King originally possessed.

By striking with the tail, binding others, then releasing high‑voltage current to attack, the Thunder King was once called the ruler of waters because he masters electricity that works exceptionally well in liquids.

Even in air it is not weak at all; at least that monster indeed halted its steps.

And then, in the next second, the collapsing floor gave way.

Because it has been constantly growing, ever larger, in the midst of chasing David's path it has already reached the point of being able to burst through the ceiling.

At the same time its body is sufficiently tough, so tough that even when the space is no longer suitable for it to run wild, it does not slow down, instead bulldozing through the corridor wreckage at full speed, so that the ceiling along the way is entirely hollowed and shattered.

But even if it keeps trampling the floorboards down to the lowest level, it hasn't suffered much damage.

On the contrary, it is still growing; its looming, dark‑swollen figure watches Aomo.

【Aomo! No way back!】

【Then you all come back and follow behind me.】

The demonic transformation's low, trembling voice conveys the message; the pale gaze, surrounded by black flames, still locks eyes with the dark giant child.

Like two beasts meeting on a narrow path, neither yielding.

They size each other up, scrutinize each other, and seek an opening to attack.

Indeed, that is exactly the case.

Even before Aomo first arrived and shouted at David, he had already been certain of the opponent's true nature.

It is a condensation of darkness, just like the shadow of Chéngtián Báirén.

It is a negative‑energy polymer induced by humans, which is the reason it exists to this day.

It is of the same kind as the 'Negative‑Energy Monster Huo'.

The original version born from sorrow and anger constantly emits mournful sounds and weeps sulfuric acid tears, hence also called the sulfuric acid monster.

But it clearly comes from a different emotional cradle.

It silently pursues and runs, its posture revealing an undeniable presence, like a burning ice block—a contradictory feeling.

Its face is not sorrowful, nor does it weep; it is merely lonely.

An overflowing sorrowful loneliness.

Even without hearing any words, observers can still feel that strange sensation.

It longs for its kind, hopes to keep up with its peers; holding this sentiment, it is not actually a model good at running.

Layered, overlapping solid carapace, strong and powerful limbs, sharp blades covering the claws—except for the narrow, elongated horse ears on its head, it has completely taken on the appearance of a biological weapon.

「Aomo, are you going to take us away? 」

Indeed, David, who had retreated behind Aomo, cautiously eyed the giant beast across from them, then turned his head back.

Rebecca, who was sizing up the demon before her, swallowed a dry mouthful of saliva.

Rebecca distrusted both sides and couldn't tell which looked more frightening.

As for David himself, with Aomo ahead enabling him to calm down at this moment, he instead more clearly perceived the terror of the giant beast.

The giant beast, originally formed from condensed negative energy, is itself a mass of activated negative energy, making it extremely easy to sense—or rather, being easily sensed is itself one of their attack methods.

They follow the sensed spread of negative energy to carry out mental and psychological oppression.

Thus, at this moment, compared to the relatively distracted Rebecca, the beast's attention was more on the opposite David, and it felt a full-body stiffness signal.

Cyborgs have not undergone full transformation; they still possess flesh and blood, and can still sense the instinct buried in their blood.

That is fear, the drive that lets living beings survive by seeking benefit and avoiding harm.

He had once overcome that emotion, only because someone ahead needed him to fight for them; but now that person is safe elsewhere, he unconsciously leaned on his friends instead.

He used to be constantly taught not to trust friends.

Thus, in Night City, the saying 【Night City has no friends】 circulated among their hometown—Rebecca, who knew this well, glanced at the demon before her in surprise upon hearing it.

She understood David's stubbornness better than anyone.

She also understood that the past David, though he did not doubt his companions, underwent excessive modification precisely because he was unwilling to rely too much on Duìyou.

All those past efforts and persuasion were utterly useless; now what changed him was, if it were Lùxī, that would be fine, but the result was that Dàwèi first leaned on a man, which really made her feel an untimely defeat.

「Take you away? Ah, of course! 」Aomo's true intention was actually to go straight into battle, letting the two wait safest behind him, but sending the Duìyou away first would also be more secure.

He then lightly focused his attention on the two behind him, noticing their different emotions. Although he couldn't immediately grasp Ruìbèikǎ's complexity, it didn't stop him from reaching back with both arms.

With his demonic form of a 2.5-meter stature, even scooping up Dàwèi was like lifting a little girl, and as for the petite Ruìbèikǎ, it was effortless.

But it was exactly when he scooped up both of them that the suspected 【manor demon】 research object, the negative energy monster, also moved.

It fiercely swung its claws bearing sharp blades, while the demon's silvery-white 'coattail' rose and unfurled into vast wings densely patterned with scattering floral moon motifs, and it fiercely flapped them forward.

The ferocious moon pattern on its chest radiated a substantive pallid blaze, serving as propulsion——!

Once!

The backward thrust's explosive burst couldn't outpace the opponent, but the tail flicked out simultaneously during takeoff could lash several meters ahead, scraping the monster's claws and sending out a sharp, piercing spark.

"The other side isn't so willing to let go!"

The demon floating in midair laughed helplessly, and its tail behind it was surprisingly flexible, like another creature entirely unrelated to him.

Swift, repeated horizontal sweeps, thrusts, and coils forming a shield each transmitted a strong propulsive force against the monster's impacts, helping Aomo widen the distance.

At that moment, Qiwei heard David and Rebecca's noisy clamor, and those two weren't entirely just cheerleaders—they also actually drew out their weapons.

Although Aomo's flight path made aiming difficult, when shooting at a monster already tens of meters tall, who cared about precision?

But the problem still was scraping therapy—especially since someone was still holding a shotgun.

Firing a shotgun from such a distance, the uninformed might think you're playing a sniper death god—oh, Blizzard died, so let's just call it a peacekeeper.

But your shotgun doesn't even consolidate its ammunition……

After several clashes of the flexible big tail and sharp claws, each bore wounds, while the craters showed no obvious signs; realizing this, Aomo needed no more words, and the accessory spoke up on its own:

"Aomo! Put us down first!"

Rebecca was clearly one who knew when to advance or retreat; in the short few minutes that Aomo had bundled her around his waist like a sack, she had already lost her former arrogance.

Although she hadn't reached the point of "I was just speaking too loudly before," she had become considerably more polite.

By contrast, David was gazing at the howling monster in the distance, then turning his head to see the demon's tail retract and return to normal size, wondering what he was thinking.

But it's not hard to guess—Aomo could tell from his expression that he had suffered a blow.

Previously, although one had seen Aomo open a display of the demon's head, he still hadn't seen the full picture, let alone any bonus from mastering the monster cards.

But now wasn't the time to worry about the impact of that blow.

He complied, withdrawing and setting down him and Rebecca, then surged forward.

He had originally intended to deal with the negative-energy monster that had torn through the building and stepped in——when he had just returned, he had listened to Bi Ze's words; although he lacked the Belial card as a combination, relying on his own demon form fusing the Assassin Ace and the King of Thunder was likewise sufficient to stabilize.

It's just that the Beta system isn't here.

If the cards were directly fused, the strength would suffer some discount, but taking on a negative-energy monster would still be no problem; yet these three plus one hacker also saw:

That negative-energy monster had disappeared.

In an extraordinarily abrupt manner, even as it was stepping, it suddenly and rapidly turned to nothing.