Chapter 1359: NO．263：Special Effects Regularly Have the God-Mandated Passerby Cameo

NO. 263: A common trope in tokusatsu — a deity or god-like figure making a cameo as a random passerby.

Unlike the dream-creating tangible and intangible monster Bajak that Xintiao Xi once made,

the monster Gernix of joy and sorrow is a product of humanity's collective subconscious.

Though it cannot be said to be purely natural and unman-made, it is indeed lacking a certain 'tool-like' convenience compared to the former.

Both are dream-making, both are hard control, both are digging into the heart's everything.

Bajak has the convenience of allowing the controller to interfere with the dreamer's dreams—playing, fulfilling, or tormenting, all are feasible paths.

In contrast, Gernix is quite rigid.

The joy-and-sorrow monster only sees every target as the protagonist, building a stage around them.

That is a world belonging solely to them, a miracle created when their regretful heart receives the monster's response.

It can only be destroyed, not interfered with, so there is no such thing as gently guiding them out.

Perhaps precisely because of this purity, it can achieve its current great feat, whereas hard-controlling everyone equally is something Bajak simply cannot do.

But just as Mu, Aomo, and the New Cosmos successively broke free, Gernix's solution is actually richer than Bajak's.

The regret of the present, the power to cast away regret, the present without regret—these respectively correspond to two of the three people in the three solutions, with still energy left to create a fourth solution:

Step one, manipulate the joy-and-sorrow monster.

Step two, fix the world with dual will, instant overload.

Step three, in the instant of overload, release the will to create termination.

Thus, at that instant, the New Cosmos slightly widened its eyes, as if observing a supernova's field of view.

Also at that instant, Mu, who simultaneously controlled Gernix and thus had a vague sense, instinctively lifted their gaze, not seeing Aomo's clenched fist, but seeing the shadow climbing the edge of the kaleidoscope.

The approaching shadow, claw-like yet serpentine, and when it truly neared, was about to reveal that ferocious outline in an instant—Boom!!!

At this moment, she actually felt some tangible sense of 'regret'.

It really is regrettable……

Though the answers had already surged to her heart, she still could not see the complete form of that outline.

The mirror bearing the shadow shattered completely, prompting her to instinctively step forward to block in front of the New Cosmos, but that was actually her over-worrying.

The farthest-scattering fragments among those shattered worlds merely reached Aomo's feet, even failing to touch the toe of their shoe.

But those who stood, lay, or sat in empty space, a staggering crowd nearly falling, suddenly surged forth, not only instantly filling the space but also becoming exceptionally noisy.

"Eh?"

"... Is this a dream?"

"Have I returned to reality?"

"This place is……"

"Eyes! Did you see those eyes?"

"You saw it too? That star in the sky!?"

"Aomo, this……" Mu, pulling the New Cosmos behind Aomo, subtly eyed this unreliable sea of people.

As for their conversation, Mu felt they finally understood social anxiety—seeing a crowd made them want to flee, too lazy to listen to what they were chatting about.

As for this, Aomo was instead calm.

"Let me handle it." Patting Mu's shoulder, he released his divine and demonic aura, allowing countless gazes to fiercely strike, each on alert.

Quite good, truly.

Aomo Lindun fully understood that when people are violently pulled from beautiful dreams, they may display unfamiliar fragility, so he could comprehend this group of police, special police, soldiers, officers, mercenaries showing various unprofessional feedback at this moment.

As long as they could adjust faster than ordinary people—say, facing a magic god's oppressive pressure, they could instantly reclaim the warrior posture they should display.

"Aomo Lindun?"

Someone asked, after all, being subjected to cold violence at the law firm, its head should certainly be remembered by the 80s.

"Mr. Lindun! Do you clearly understand what is happening now?"

Before Aomo could speak, this person who asked first yet politely overrode the previous rude speaker, wearing a Teqiju uniform, clearly an employee of Biquetix,

"Of course, ma'am," casting an appreciative glance, Aomo then looked at everyone, including the Ultramen, Horse Girls, Feathered Serpents, and others mixed in but unable to reach the front, "Please allow me to make a long story short, everyone, the final contingency has been activated, the enemy's formation and approximate threat level, I have already sent to the action channel."

"No need for many words, next I will send everyone back to reality, the battlefield and warriors are all crafted by you, seize the time, if you have questions, find your own captain or leader, then, goodbye!"

"Hey! Wait——"

Compared to those already formed into teams and begun contacting their squads, this uniquely dressed person still wanting to speak was obviously a mercenary, but Aomo gave them no chance to speak.

How abruptly they appeared, so too would they abruptly disappear.

Just like directly removing a layer, this expulsion was Gernix's regular manifestation, thus making the scene, which was originally crowded to the point of breathlessness, instantly become spacious, leaving only familiar teammates and those subtly involved 'passersby'.

Passerby 1: Facing everyone's gaze, Ling, rarely embarrassed enough to scratch their face.

Passerby 2: Standing several hundred meters away on the other side, that expression was even more rigid, wearing a Horse Girl pain T, Xi.

Passerby 3, 4, 5: Three standing farthest, now waving and running over, somewhat familiar faces of Guangguang, Xiaguang, and Miss Bianren.

6: Upon seeing Bi Ze, quickly walked over, yet also warily gazing at the three-person team of the Mu Hai Detective's X Beast.

7: Honestly standing in place, waiting for this side's communication, meanwhile pulling out their phone to check signal, Star Jiale, the Dragon Manager.

8, 9, 10: Casually walking toward this side with a 'Yo!' the Mars Snake Skin Monster and two café guardians.

And some heavyweight 11:

That let Xi, Bourbon, Alexis Kailifu all walk over to greet the cosmic warrior Gurutito.

How to put it? No wonder it's the annual Yama Memorial?

The audience seats truly have all kinds of people, not in the seats but mixed into the scene there are also such folks, and there are also those who inexplicably suddenly flashed as super agents!

——Obviously, it must be that they noticed them first, so when the group swept people up, they casually brought along one—actually, Aomo also saw more familiar faces but didn't rush to pull them out, their speechless thoughts having already been overlooked from the start.

Just treat it as the 'Added Warrior Segment', all are minor matters.

"All pulled out?"

Noticing many unfamiliar figures had appeared on this clearing, Sai Luo didn't dwell on it, immediately crossing the several hundred meters to stand beside Aomo and ask about the situation.

After all, for him and Jie De, setting aside their circumstances in the Sorrowful Joy Separation Monster, their memories of reality still lingered at receiving Kailifu's transmission, actively disrupting battlefield stability to merge with reality, and then...

— just poked his head out from the temporary battlefield into reality, only to be snatched by the Equal-Being Dream Monster!

"No problem, the Dark Ultraman Assassin has also been lured out, seventh from the left, seventh or eighth row down, see it? It still has quite a few regrets."

"Wow!" Sai Luo, looking up, then turned to see Jie De, Red Kai, Lipiya, and Ace with the built-in trump card approaching from both sides, "He's much stronger than when I last saw him."

Yes, to Sai Luo, the Dark Ultraman Assassin is an old acquaintance.

The timelines of Yin Ge and the stage drama set are already considered late; the truly earlier one was actually in *Ultraman Clash Legend*, where the Dark Ultraman Assassin was resurrected for the third time and evolved two entirely new forms, once putting Ultimate Sai Luo at a disadvantage.

After that... after that, it just got worse and worse, and those two entirely new forms and the final fusion form were no longer mentioned.

Precisely because of this, when he now appears again, even if just showing the Dark Assassin's shadow and dark power on the 'screen', it similarly brightens Sai Luo's eyes, filling him with nostalgia.

As for that guy beating up the elder on the screen...

Had it been in his more hot-headed days, he probably couldn't have tolerated it, but now he only looks pityingly at that old enemy lost in dreams.

Sigh, ah, sigh.

He had indeed heard Aomo describe this monster's ability, knowing what he had previously seen was merely past regret, so he has been waiting for Aomo to fish him out, while this Dark Ultraman Assassin... seems to truly enjoy defying fate in dreams.

"Should we fish him out?" Lipiya also shared this view, "He looks deeply immersed; this monster might be able to keep him locked in."

"Gniks can't just be left there."

"Is it that the ability can't last long?" Xiao Lu asked conservatively, still remembering this monster wasn't original, but crafted by Xin Tiao Qian.

"Not exactly this issue," Xin Tiao Qian, approaching with Cutlerine Nina and the built-in Yu Tai cosmic warrior Guritto, glanced at the distant Ling, then turned and narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend for two seconds before shifting to a helpless expression and telling Xiao Lu, "Gniks can't be micro-managed; if left unattended, it will indiscriminately release its ability after a while."

"When I created it, I strove to restore that essence of responding to all regrets."

"Exactly that," Aomo took over the conversation, "It can be saved for last, but it must still be handled, and perhaps his creator will break free shortly to try to save him..."

"Dark Monster Assassin! What are you doing!?"

The suddenly appearing Mefilas alien, shouting loudly at the screen, perfectly confirmed Aomo's words, prompting some in the group to assume combat stances while others simply gave Aomo looks of disdain.

"Why the poisoned milk look? This is orthodox reasoning, friends."

As a member of the vigilance faction, Aomo, ever gripping the Beta Magic Blade in hand, gazed at the distant aliens continuously refreshing and the monster that suddenly narrowed the space, his expression unchanged as he continued:

"Are you all ready? Intermission is over."

"We've long been ready!!"

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Someone in the distance immediately shouted back, assuming a street-fighting stance, drawing puzzled glances, including from that person's companion.

"Shut up!"

"Fu hahahaha! Isn't this quite interesting, Battle Bunny? Want me to give you a hand? Dragon me."

"Don't mind those three."

Aomo turned his head, silently swiped his finger, and those three vanished first, followed by the assassin alien charging toward the 'Kaleidoscope' and its imitators behind.

Directly tossing the monster back to reality as well, this expulsion privilege in Aomo's hand is the ultimate skill—of course, premised on having already sent over two thousand peers ahead to reality.

But never mind those earliest ejected fellows; Aomo will next keep only Bi Ze, this combat-defective fellow, here.

Even the distant Xia Guang and Whip Blade Miss will not be exceptions, as he will toss them out to contact Rhodes Island over there.

"All present, take your positions, original plan unchanged, move out!"