Chapter 1349

NO. 253: Early on, chaos abounds.

When Aomo was still wearing a certain alien's skin suit, he would make all the famous sayings and maxims in his mind come alive, cloaking them in a layer of 'proverb' attire, and regarding hatred, he particularly favored the words of a Dutch Jewish person.

Hatred is a tendency to resist something that once caused us some kind of harm.

— Baruch de Spinoza.

As one of the three great rationalists of early modern Western philosophy, alongside Descartes and Leibniz, his works *Theological-Political Treatise* and *Ethics* contain many interesting viewpoints, providing considerable ideological guidance for the young Aomo.

Thus, Aomo's view of hatred differs from that of ordinary people, and its main manifestation is as stated in the aforementioned maxim.

He does not consider hatred to be an extremely negative emotion.

Nor does he think it is a will that must be persuaded to be abandoned.

When a person is harmed by another person, beast, or object, and thus insists on making the other experience the same suffering, this is a justified transfer of thought; nowadays, he would summarize it in Millet's tone: this is an inevitable cause and effect.

Inevitable cause and effect leaves no room for third-party intervention, unless you become the 'tool' of one of the parties.

Whether as a medium, weapon, or armor…… Aomo does not mind such a degree of objectification, nor does he care about a friend choosing to walk the path of revenge, but he never imagined that he had not yet unlocked his teammate's achievement of deep grudges, and instead first encountered the situation of his teammate being sought for revenge.

Be that as it may, skipping ahead a bit, just as the year's most popular 18 horse girls burst onto the track, with the commentary brimming with intense competition, presenting to the younger underclassmen a most intuitive feature of the upperclassmen battlefield: many skills, fast offense and defense, and fluctuating rankings, while the semi-transparent screen above the battlefield in his field of vision also presented Aomo with a clear response from a kindergarten principal.

"Evacuation completed, optical simulation and jump wormholes also opened as you expected, but…… is there really no problem?"

A string of audio files fully displayed Philis's gentle, clerical style, even making doubt seem lacking in sharpness.

"Mathematics does not lie; the coordinates are fine."

"I'm not saying this; I'm saying you and Sai Luo, Oubu, and others are facing frontal pressure," Philis said somewhat speechlessly, "If we follow our projected development exactly, then at that time, we might well see thousands of aliens and monsters surrounding you together!"

This is stronger than the hundred Ultramen and hundred monsters proclaimed when Belial once charged the Springs of the Land of Light.

In Philis's eyes, as an archive-keeping Ultraman, this is not without precedent, but that precedent likely dates back to the era of the Dark Emperor Ampira alien.

And at that time, the Ultraman clan was not as few as it is now.

"Not a problem, after all, we're not yet talking about main force," Aomo said lightly, the black slit replacing his pupils containing the virtue of the Rainbow Serpent and Renlong, crossing the visual barrier of the composite boundary, directly gazing at the wilderness image layer that seemed capable of replacing the entire vast audience stand.

The temporary otherworld opened upon reality, under the pure pure's shao ability, displayed a stability not inferior to that of another dimension; in the mouths of the Two Worlds Safety Bureau's technical staff, it is a perfect battlefield capable of withstanding A-level power combat, and giving it to Ultraman for a theatrical film would be somewhat wasteful.

Although Aomo doubts any self-proclaimed expert's confident judgment, one fact is clearly evident: this is not merely an Ultraman theatrical film.

——The source of the battlefield's quiet, continuous influx is a mixed formation composed of police, military, Teqiju, mercenaries, and the Two Worlds Safety Bureau.

Besides the two Ultramen, there is also a group of large robots, colossal magical constructs, mechanical giant insects, heavy tanks, and a bunch of people who, compared to them, look like ants, charging and killing, making it truly resemble something like an Avengers battlefield scene, appearing grand yet extraordinarily chaotic.

A group of aliens shouting about family, friendship, and lovers as they rush forward, along with the monsters they summon, collide with a group of coldly muttering civil servants who utter a single word: 'deploy,' 'action begins,' 'target locked'; from Bi Ze's perspective, this would largely evoke a strong sense of absurd realism.

To Aomo's eyes, it is quite ordinary.

Any federal person is accustomed to this official display of grandeur, even if some departments have already faltered in certain aspects; that is not something a local outsider can fake.

In such a scene, if Sai Luo and Jie De were not avoiding combat and would actively charge forward instead of honestly standing in the rear, those aliens and their biological weapons would not even have a chance to reach their revenge targets.

"This strong…… it really looks like we don't need to intervene."

Kai, observing the alternate space situation from Aomo's side in a more technological way, muttered, he had been half-believing, half-doubting Aomo's saying 'give professionals some room to shine, don't steal credit,' but now it looks like it really is the case.

On the contrary, it makes his prior ideological preparations for coming here seem somewhat redundant.

The question that had been stuck in his throat—'These aliens came to us for revenge, why are these people so eager?'—was also swallowed back.

If it's this easy, what's the difference between this war and earning merits to scoop up french fries?

Given Hong Kai's understanding of human society and the workplace—much heard, little experienced—it is also sufficient to comprehend these staff members' enthusiasm for going into battle.

"But it seems unnecessary to insist that Sai Luo and Jie De accept interviews," another side, without any equipment, directly observing with the eyes, Lipiya also spoke, "I and Oubu Ultraman should also be capable, and moreover, we are better suited to serve as bait."

"Bait……"

Kai looked over, wanting to speak but hesitating, while Gechengwangpai beside him also had a subtle expression, neither able to fully withstand Lipiya's bluntness.

But the fact is indeed so; Aomo specially arranged a live interview for Sai Luo and Jie De precisely to give all members of the Luzhas a conspicuous target, a most convenient choice for hatred to vent.

Whether they choose to follow the conservative plan, team up to come to the junction area racetrack for this promotional stage, or rely on their strong strength to dare to cross two thousand light-years to raid the Land of Light office, Aomo will make them ultimately see that 'notorious' Sai Luo Ultraman and 'filial devotion ever-present' Jie De Ultraman.

As for Oubu and Lipiya……

"Not suitable," Aomo's reply was also blunt, "Although you are famous in those alien circles, your reputation is average, and Kai is not much different; on the contrary, Sai Luo and Jie De, one has enemies everywhere, the other can attract some Belial remnants and their worshippers."

"As for Ace Ultraman, there's no need to say more," Aomo glanced at Gechengwangpai, who had just been somewhat distracted watching the battlefield; the moment their eyes met, the latter appeared quite guilty, "Miss Gechengwangpai is the only one present who needs to conceal her identity, which is especially important for this horse girl's lifestyle."

"Why call me 'Miss' again……" Although Gechengwangpai had just been feeling guilty, upon hearing this, he couldn't help but mutter softly in complaint.

"It's just a habit of official business; if you don't like it, please give me some time to change."

"If it's a habit, then forget it……" the still-muttering Gechengwangpai brother, again turned his head to look at the place where the track was lengthening, the time clearly extended, and couldn't help but say softly, "It's really chaotic."

"Indeed." Aomo gave a slight nod.

Watching the support from the alien side continuously merge in, the situation that had originally been intuitively advantageous had become entangled; that originally exceptionally chaotic scene, which macroscopically still seemed orderly amidst chaos, now remained only chaos, with nothing else.

"But it's only temporary."

"You… are you talking about the same thing……" Compared to the silent Lipiya, Kai had already narrowed his eyes, disguising the subtlety in his gaze, but not by much.

"It's not the same thing, but it doesn't hinder conversation."

Aomo doesn't care about Gechengwangpai's distraction, after all, others are truly pure human bodies, carrying an Ace.

Having Ace pay attention to the battlefield is far more meaningful than her own watching; the horse girl couldn't help but go look at the Horse Memorial racecourse, which is normal, let alone that she longs to return to the track, having yearned for it for many years.

If one were to point and point, it wouldn't even fall to oneself, who had also glanced several times at the battlefield's Linnton trainer, so he says not hindering conversation is reasonable, merely Red Kai lacks awareness in this regard, only taking the former as somewhat stiffly shrugging his shoulders.

"Alright, then how long is your 'temporary'? I see now that we don't really need to go onto the field."

"Regarding this question, I actually want to ask if you forgot that the main character hasn't appeared yet?"

Having glanced sideways at Kai, Aomo pointed toward the direction of the otherworld: "Although we already have many familiar faces, but even among them, there isn't even a place for Hypajeton, right?"

"Even though there are many familiar faces now, but among them, there isn't even a place for Hapajedon, is there?"