Chapter 1354: NO. 258: Beginning of the End III, canceling is precisely the reason to be king

NO. 258: Beginning of the End III, canceling is precisely the reason to be king.

When you think you've anticipated enough, reality still brings surprise.

Perhaps there is only shock, no joy.

Little Aomo's plan sketches over a thousand different courses within two and a half days, each course's difference starting from extremely small variables.

But among these course differences, there also exist situations that loop around and return to the starting point.

It's just like when an endeavor's original intention is good, the process is winding and looping, even feeling bad at times, yet the outcome still returns to the result desired by that original intention.

Although the process may have infinite variables, the conclusion is quite limited, because the total time spent on what is read as a plan and written as a deduction is only two and a half days.

Two and a half days—what can you accomplish?

What can they accomplish?

What kind of sparks can you strike, and how does each spark differ in its luster?

The outcome of an event is nothing more than a few possibilities: everyone wins, everyone loses, there are both wins and losses, or it all comes to nothing… These are what even ordinary people can think of, encompassing all possible story developments.

But extraordinary people may obsess over breakthroughs in outcome classification, yet they mostly consider the differences in details.

And the twists and turns of that process.

Little Aomo is no exception.

Actually, he is quite aware: he knows that the differences in an event's outcome are quite limited, but the process can have endless changes.

So in Little Aomo's plan, the conclusion's numbering is very clear, while the branches' numbering often has gaps.

Each gap is because he feels there are too many branches to detail individually.

If it were someone else, they might feel especially annoyed, because not writing everything out is like a riddle, merely adding to the threshold of understanding.

But fortunately, that's what he wrote for himself to read.

He doesn't need to dig through memory files; Aomo, with just a thought, can recall his former self, his thoughts and state at that time, and thus understand everything he had thought back then.

After all, the plan's writing—over ten thousand characters, over twenty-five hundred paragraphs—is itself merely a ritual for organizing one's thoughts.

It is a self-suggestion that maintains clear, stable thinking even when computational work is heavy and mental state grows increasingly fatigued.

Just like a diary that an amnesiac must write—only by seeing what they just wrote can they retrieve thoughts scrambled by other information, resume the logical track, and keep everything orderly.

But no matter how tightly the track is laid, limited by time and energy, the track will always have unattended stations and missing connecting lines.

But you know those lines!!

Even though they aren't marked on the route map, they are indeed hidden in your memory!

For this, you have inserted some 'discordant' tails into the route map.

You know what those tails mean—you know they are a table of contents, page numbers—and you must look up those pages in your memory.

Then, when you follow the map to find the plan suited to the present, you naturally feel reassured, yet you also strangely discover that you seem to have gone in a circle.

Just like now.

Even if a trio of Hyper Jetton appear together, even if the Bete Star People, unrestrained, take advantage of my controlling Gagula to instantly kill all surrounding monsters, letting Hyper Jetton sync up to eat, provide backup to teammates, and begin to show signs of molting—a course completely absent from the plan emerges.

But the plan had already considered the outcome of multiple Hyper Jetton appearing together.

Not just three heads; even five heads were considered—although the approach was to stall and wait, a passive handling, it was indeed stable.

And at this moment, my subtle luck just exerts a little force.

Three heads…

It can even be said to be barely two heads…

Although those two Hyper Jetton juveniles show a frightening aura reminiscent of an authentic formula, Aomo, in monster research, has always been more of a spiritual cosmic person.

As long as it's information observable, he can recount it in detail, including the three-stage development shown when Hyper Jetton debuts at peak in that battle.

Although each stage presents a stepwise transcendence over ordinary monsters, Hyper Jetton's three-stage development resembles the great cultivation realms found in some Eastern Flame web novels.

Whatever peak perfection, if one fails to reach the next layer, they are merely ants, parentheses—except for the protagonist.

Although the juvenile Hyper Jetton is strong enough to smash the Gosu Moon God with a slap, to deflect Sai Luo's plasma spark slash, and to fire ultra-long-range sniper shots with ten-billion-degree dark fireballs—yet compared to the adult form, even the two juveniles combined might not count as one.

That tactical direction is then clear.

Aomo: 'The target is those two large juveniles, already showing signs of molting; don't give them a chance to fully digest their energy.'

Ace/Ace: 'The big ones are juveniles?!' 'Good!'

Oubu: 'Who handles the big one? Your monster?'

Aomo: 'Me and my monster, and I will look for an opportunity to leave marks on those two juveniles, assigning them numbers.'

Ace: 'What's numbering for?'

Aomo: 'If you fail in your attack, you must devise a new battle command according to the numbers, while I will swap in reinforcements.'

Ace: 'There are reinforcements?!'

Aomo: 'An impatient feathered serpent, two urgent Ultraman warriors.'

"Why aren't you moving yet! Are you preparing and chatting with the opposition?!"

The script monster user not pulled into the Ultraman chat room, after awakening the Falling Flowers Flowing Water Monster, roaring and howling, tentacles frantically dancing, yet seeing no teammates follow, turned and let out an incomprehensible cry.

"……" xN

Those present, not yet engaged in battle, secretly observing—all were silent.

Because, following most people's habit, everyone indeed wanted to exchange a few words—Especially Mefilas and the Bete Star People, who are now itching, waiting for this side to speak up to satisfy their desire to show off and their taste.

The result is that this side kept silent, and when someone finally uttered a sound, it turned out to be saying this!

Well… you…

After that brief silence, a suddenly rising female voice sounded, yet it was not the beginning of a conversation.

"Golza!"/Golza

That shout of the ancient monster's name left the lurking observers baffled.

「Melba！」/Melba

Without even a second's pause, the second shout that followed was also a super ancient monster, prompting a knowledgeable alien to wonder what kind of super ancient union this was, when suddenly they heard the third, discordant chant.

「Super-C. O. V. ！」/Super-C. O. V.

「Attack now!! 」 In an instant, the Mefiras aliens, as if waking from a dream, had their words echo through the base's PA system: 「That's Tri-King!! 」

Tollei King, also called the Three Emperor King, is an obscure synthetic beast, for its true fame should lie in the next stage's perfect form—

「Too slow! And it's not the Three Emperor King! 」

Following the words, the reading of 「C. O. V.! Gan-Q! 」 was also completed; even before the cards were fully gathered, Xin Tiaoqi had previously proposed it and, dragging a few girls along, recorded the prompt sound, which is now finally finished.

「Yes——」「FiveKing!! 」

Once displayed in the hands of the Beast King, that towering flesh-and-blood colossus has now also come into the hands of another Aomo Lindun.

And as if to signal this, at the moment when the silently Aomo, who had furtively taken the Beta Magic Blade to stab the card, finished his five-in-a-row.

「Threefold Light and Bond, now standing here! 」

「Vertical Guillotine Blade! 」

「Shwate! 」

Each movement is simpler than the last, and just as Oubu had finished borrowing power, while still spinning in the vortex of countless halos and surging currents, the 60-foot vertical light blade with no wind-up and the Spadium beam shot forth!

Midway, it merged with the destructive beam formed from Gorzan's ultrasonic wave ray and Melba's strange light ray, directly smashing into the two agile ones that had not yet reached perfect form, most of the time serving as turrets on the ground, the Hyperjeton hatchlings.

「Eh! Wait for me! 」

There was also a creature like a lion and a qilin, whose foot-stomping strikes flowed like a lion dance; as its belatedly aware tentacles waved in unison, beams shot forth.

Pursuing the tail blade.