Chapter 1341: NO. 245: A New Beginning

NO. 245: A New Beginning

Aomo felt that this kind of situation was still relatively rare for him.

It wasn't that reality's development deviated much from Little Aomo's derived plan; rather, generally speaking, this kind of 'Please, another me' segment either summons the demon ZERO from a parallel line or calls upon one's future self.

As for his situation where even his childhood self would shake its head and hurriedly give him a complete plan in a dream……

Well, after all, it's still himself.

Just by recalling, he could summon twelve parts of immersion, even a touch of nostalgia, which felt far more intimate than those split‑person states.

Even a fleeting reluctance surfaced.

That reluctance, while indeed indifferent to everything and showing thinness, also brought a smooth mind and clear judgment—a state of perfect balance.

Now that the balance of spirit and body has been fully reinforced by ample rest, and even his regressive personality has returned, Aomo feels like he's been dragged back into the overtime segment as a weary laborer.

Once again, his tense heart brims with the feeling of about to burst; but when the memory reaches its end, when he finally loosens that vast, clear ink brush and looks down on the whole work, the arising satisfaction and dazed, scattered self make him feel, rather than exploding, more like a dizziness after being assimilated.

As for that dizziness afterward, the warm feeling of being held heedless of dampness……

Silence.

No matter how many times he recalls, he can only remain silent.

By now, whether it's the brief chat log in reality or the dream‑glimpsed light and shadow in the pupils within the memory file, they can easily overturn his previous entanglement and confusion.

That unusual focus of vision is not on Little Aomo, but on himself.

And that gaze…… He had studied modern Dong Yan studies; this is Ai Qing.

Yes, it is a feeling far purer and heavier than the fleeting affection some girls develop when dopamine clouds their minds—a gaze that cannot be summed up by a mere 'like', and for Aomo it is a clearer expression than any confession.

It made him unconsciously chew on the air, puzzled in that soundless silence.

why?

how?

Why? How did she do it? How did a female comrade's friendship turn sour?

Is it that my keyword‑searched memory isn't comprehensive enough? Did she appear in my unconscious memory files? Or are those dreams just as vague and incomplete as some memories?

Aomo has always believed that everything that happens must have a reason; even a pleasure‑seeking passion criminal can have their psyche traced through character and life, but he can't make sense of this, feeling either that he possesses some undiscovered succubus talent, or that he has triggered a world‑logic akin to 'Shirou Emiya's high jump' or 'Lataen's vast wilderness starfall'—a underlying rule that draws in anyone who witnesses it.

No, no way?

He felt that Miss E'ersula of the Kazdeer Military Committee and the so‑called heart‑whip demon named Ni Fu were more like succubi; whenever they appeared, they drew followers of any gender and apparent voyeurs or stalkers.

Even when he tactfully pointed this out, they reacted with helpless resignation.

Although helpless, there was also a sense of habit and calm acceptance of reality, something Aomo would never think he himself could possess.

Whether in number or fervent quality, they are not on the same level, not counting his own strange fans in the demon‑transformation voting arena……

Let's not discuss fan topics; an unsolved problem shouldn't be forced—what's urgent is to get through the present, and not let yesterday's efforts go to waste.

Yes, yesterday.

"Can GARNIX stop here? Aomo, I think it should move three feet to the left so it doesn't block the way."

Shi Jia, with both hands in his coat pockets, approached, saying while glancing back at the huge, clumsy silver‑iron beast.

The GARNIX monster of joy and sorrow, even lying down, stands 50 meters tall and weighs 85,000 tons—a small test of the Jiemen District's municipal engineering quality.

Jiemen District scored well on this; as a former top‑ranked transmigrant special zone, it has diligently improved the city's durability for those transmigrants prone to mischief.

However, frankly speaking, after the opening of the exotic realm, Jiemen District's municipal defense construction has shown some laxity, which Aomo knows well because he heard people complaining about it at yesterday's meeting.

Indeed, the city government's meeting was merely a debut, a seed‑planting encounter, and did not immediately reap a crowd of supporters.

But he certainly reaped a rich harvest, especially hearing many things he had never heard before, or some doubtful secrets.

But before he could speak on the topic of road planning, He leapt down from behind, stealing the spotlight: "What do you mean 'blocking the way'? What are you saying to my GARNIX?"

He hadn't seen the person, first heard the voice, then saw the legs.

Spanning ten‑odd meters, he landed steadily from above; only his ample thigh muscles twitched slightly, revealing the monster‑controller's physique, slightly inhuman after syncing with the beast.

Even giving no face to the late‑December cold snap.

In this weather, even Aomo would add an overcoat outside his suit, yet these officials on duty instead swapped into the monster‑eugenics uniform of the monster controllers, which counts as entering a certain work state.

This is good in every sense.

The purity of monster controllers actually shows clearly outward.

Even the basic sort can remain ageless; Chen once demonstrated how a true monster controller who harbors a beast within can exhibit non‑human traits—he can even go without sleep!

By comparison, Shi Jia, Gui She, He and the others back then seemed inadequate, appearing as ordinary humans next to Chen.

But the past is past, the present is present.

That uniform of mainly silver‑white with gold trim and purple accents has yet to find an opportunity for Aomo to link it up for updating combat‑suit technology, nor has it gained any temperature‑control function.

But He can wear it without hesitation, even striding willingly into the cold wind.

Shi Jia's outfit looks solid at first glance, but is actually thin; this polite bespectacled man has his hands in his pockets not from cold, but because he's clutching a monster model, fearing it might pop out from resonance with the distant GARNIX.

This isn't even the place to ready his monster; releasing it early would incur a huge fine—he is Aomo's subordinate who pays the most attention to this, and usually acts like a sensible person.

"He, are you too excited today?"

"What? You're not excited?"

Indeed, the grey‑haired girl who was unusually excited today hopped on the spot and said: "GARNIX can be summoned straight out and placed here; it's happy! It's been stuck in a little box too long—your Grey Golem isn't it?"

"Though that's said, monster controllers shouldn't be led by the beasts' emotions……"

"No, it's quite good."

"Yo, Chen, you've come over too."

"Chen, why are you also standing on her side?"

"He's not wrong; to truly unleash the monster's power, this kind of resonance is indeed good." He patted Shi Jia's shoulder, Aomo agreed, then turned his gaze to the immensely quiet beast set against buildings, trees, and utility poles.

Similar to the original scene he once saw in《SSSS. Electric Machine King》, this is also a view he especially likes.

Storefronts seen everywhere and the abrupt monsters reveal an inexplicable harmony, both shocking and natural.

Moreover, the roads nearby have been blocked; if you open an electronic map now you can see that the traffic alerts have been updated, and all real-time updated electronic maps will modify navigation for this segment.

Eh? Is that so? Then there will also be people who don't look at the navigation, and there are those who view navigation offline.

There are too few of those people; should I say you're being picky or just arguing, Shi Jia? He recently learned some inappropriate words from surfing, leaving Shi Jia especially speechless:

Even if few, there still are some! Isn't the agency legal?

It's fine; these details still need to be considered, and it's not just me thinking about it—the Transportation Bureau over there has specially arranged for traffic police to set up warning lines at several nearby entrances.

Oh, as expected of you.

He, you really ought to pay attention. Shi Jia was somewhat speechless.

However, Aomo-san, how's the situation over at Gui She?

He can still be contacted normally, and even you guys can casually get in touch with him," Aomo replied, "He's sitting on a cold bench over there and actually enjoying it quite a bit, but once he really gets into action he'll be busy, and he's currently enjoying this hard-won rest time.

Is that so, then…" Shi Jia said somewhat hesitantly, "How… are you?"

Me?

Mm, you." Chen replied.

Your condition was bad before; He doesn't want us to mention it.

How could you sell me out so quickly…" He felt somewhat speechless at this kid, but then turned his head toward Aomo, "Anyway, it doesn't matter—have you adjusted okay? Yesterday I did leave you guys some space.

Mm, adjusted.

Really? I heard Xiao Qian complain that they seemed to have done nothing, and they even seemed pretty angry, making it awkward for me to ask for details—did you actually adjust on your own?

Actually, it's by relying on different aspects of myself, and I probably did indeed make them angry.

What does that mean?

If you don't do well midway, just go back to the start and walk it again," he answered without hesitation, "but regardless of whether the deviation is corrected, the mistakes made won't disappear; you still have to make up for them.

Saying that, he raised his hand to light up the light screen.

He glanced at Ling's avatar and the message displayed beneath it, the last one in the conversation.

【See you later, looking forward to the meal】

The problem isn't fully resolved yet, but with preparations made, we won't be hesitant and indecisive like before.