Chapter 1361: NO.265: It's come to this, let's talk terms first

NO. 265: It's come to this, let's talk terms first.

Inhabiting an alternate dimension space, possessing both sharpness and durability, the Razor Dima Ga.

Originating from antiquity, the Yama Beast that reveals the suffering of karma, and Seggu.

At the start, carelessly half-destroyed, yet quickly repaired under the control of the Baltan, attempting to reignite the annihilating aura of Hyper Zetton,

Once single-handedly opposed the Ultra Six Brothers, the super-combined monster, King Gurantes.

The dark side of the galaxy, the dark magic god, attempting to freeze all life and time, Dark Lugiel.

Coming from the Monster Galaxy, solely to devour everything, the pinnacle of the Monster King, symbolizing the vortex of all desires, the Maga Orochi.

……

From TV elite monsters to the final boss, plus the movie version's boss joining strong, even if many are merely suits bearing their shape, it is nonetheless like the dark version painstakingly crafted by some fervent fan of a certain Ao at the scene—through various rituals and trials, the results obtained truly possess power not inferior to the original.

Don't forget, these are all the fruits of a group of avengers' painstaking preparation over countless years.

Although the situation was forced into a tower-defense game by a certain demon, after which almost all members of Luzas became clowns, forced to part with their own bioweapons, and often they would step out ahead of the weapons to be beaten by blade-and-axe wielding mobs.

But it cannot be denied that……

Every monster here is the result of someone, or even a group of people, painstakingly pursuing it.

One's own grudge, the grudge of one's kin, the grudge of an entire race—bearing these heavy missions, the monsters and gods appearing in this grand revenge naturally must carry out the most obvious label of the symbol 'monster'.

Not terror, not ferocity, but—power!

Power beyond common sense is called 'monster'; uncontrollable power is called 'beast'; the ultimate manifestation of this label lies not in its terrifying might to destroy everything, but in the fact that its very existence alone will impede and endanger the surrounding ecosystem.

Such a threat, completely out of dimension from ordinary life, makes one willing to believe: even without someone pulling the trigger, those weapons that fire at random are themselves a threat!

This is both the contradiction faced by past monster eugenics thought, irreconcilable, and the reason each soldier on the current battlefield faces the enemy as if confronting a great foe.

Their perception frantically warns, their keen intuition, when the power gap is too great, becomes a burden squeezing rational space, and in such moments what makes their hearts pound most is still a voice from above saying 'adapt on the fly'.

Isn't it? Before, didn't they always explain life history, energy factions, crime style, combat habits, and so on, displaying in exhaustive detail the convenience of law enforcement in the super-information age!?

These monsters aren't completely lacking data, are they!!

Indeed not, but the bulk of the data lies entirely in the tokusatsu dramas, which for professionally trained commanders is utterly absurd.

Rather than transmitting all those uncertain true-or-false data and then commanding based on them, it would be better to gather data on the spot by adapting on the fly.

"Contact the Two Worlds Safety Bureau of other areas! The Border Gate District's Two Worlds Safety Bureau database has nothing on these guys!"

"There is data on those lesser monsters, which matches the tokusatsu material about eighty percent; shall we still refer to it?"

"You take responsibility for command failure? You dare use uncertain intel in combat!? The analysis AI is fully online; we can learn the monsters' and aliens' behavior patterns in five minutes!"

"But the Border Gate District's Two Worlds Safety Bureau database is already the richest in the whole federation—even Heaven's Gate City can't compare—we have nothing here, how can we hope elsewhere… huh? The Land of Light Office sent over data?"

"Receive it quickly! Analyze and process at once, they are professionals!"

"But how would they provide intel at this point?"

"These aliens are just seeking revenge on them! Their appearance isn't surprising—huh? The identification signal of Aomo Lindun?"

"Connect!"

"Don't blindly believe, everyone, even the Land of Light's data won't record that the Dark Ultraman Slayer copies the monsters' dark side—of course, you can't see him now, perhaps you can't fully grasp my words, but you should be able to see that the individual marked as the Maga Orochi is unstable, its very shape continually changing."

"What does this mean?"

"It represents a new power, Your Excellency; truly named monsters are like gods, each bearing its own meaning—if you cannot sever their ties to what they correspond to, you will witness them transform from clumsy creations into planetary-level troubles surpassing the native."

"Is it my illusion? Your tone sounds like you're pleased."

"Every second you dawdle adds ten percent to my project's bid success—consider that the Border Gate District's understanding of transmigrants who call themselves aliens is ultimately just this level; shouldn't we discuss the priority of monsterology after the fact?"

"Issue the mobilization order immediately—" the commander ordered coldly, then without disguising his disgust said, "Is this a case for you to profit? Are you a mercenary or a merchant?"

"I think there's no conflict; every mercenary is a failed merchant, scraping a pittance by risking life and limb."

"But you are quite greedy." said the commander.

His fingers flew across the keys, triggering one function lock after another on the screen before him, yet he could continue his unfinished words: "You have dragged the entire battlefield into the Border Gate District, making this whole city foot the bill for your greed."

"General..." he apparently could multitask, but his subordinates worried he was wasting too much time on the mercenaries at the office.

"Don't say such things that lower the tone, after all the plan was drafted with everyone's joint signatures—what next? After that, I and my office members couldn't even enjoy your operational frequencies."

"The current energy index differs vastly from your original proposal!"

"Indeed, I admit I underestimated the depth of everyone's desires, allowing the Maga Orochi to feast so freely."

"You mean the problem is with us?"

"You should be able to feel it, shouldn't you? Sense your own gradual weakening."

"Even if the barrier of the altered world blocks its roots from drawing planetary power, the ascended ones' nourishment far exceeds my expectation—should I keep it secret from your other halves, lest they come to my office commissioning a catch of a third party and I hand over a photo of some strange monster?"

That side spoke at extreme speed, hardly giving this side a chance to interject, letting out that long passage in one breath, also making this commander finally unable to restrain a roar:

"Aomo Lindon!!"

Like a dragon's roar, the fury revealed even illusory whiskers, silencing the whole command chamber—even the biomechanical employee holding and dragging data froze in his tracks.

Then, under the general's gesture, each continued their own work.

By contrast, the other end of the call seemed not at all startled by that dragon's roar, instead responding with astonishing speed like a cybernetic enhancement, unimpeded: "Although hard to believe, it is indeed true that you all have been keeping a Monster King together; rather than roaring at me, you should first try cutting off the supply—do you need me to teach you? Start from the most basic self-dialogue tutorial? How should I charge for the online course I'm now offering?"

Click.

Without a word, just a press to cut off the connection, the flushed commander activated his prosthetic cooling, then silently engaged the technique that seals off desire, and sent the updated intel on that monster to all frontline troops.

In this process, he pressed the switch again; the light screen that instantly popped back up brought forth a line as if prepared beforehand:

"Aobo Monster Limited and Rhode Island Pharmaceutical Limited are willing to provide fresh monster data assistance—do you want it charged or free?"

"You really are a merchant?" the general laughed, unable to tell if it was an angry laugh or amused, "Does the Rhode Island company also study monsters?"

As the foremost alien-emissary-natured company in the Border Gate District, also a company that regularly holds seats at the annual Transcender Convention and the Border Gate District high-level council, the general retained a deep impression of that company and its frequently changing top leader.

Whether it's the hooded couple, the bunny-eared youth, or the double-horned demon woman, all are excellent enough to make one feel they are truly representatives selected from a world.

But in his impression, that company, while involved in many fields, does not include monsters, or giant beasts.

Strictly speaking, it's a consultant, a technical consultant; as for Luodao Island... monsters are their research topic over the past few months.

Over the past few months?

A few months are enough to see results; this is precisely the promising future of the monster field, so I also hope the Boundary Gate District doesn't miss out on this big pie.

If you really can't rein in this MLM-like attitude, I'll transfer you to the Teqiju Juanzhang to deal with.

If you're willing to share the permission with her.

You're really not polite at all; you don't understand Eastern-style sarcasm, do you?

I'm just thinking, even if you could multitask in command, how would this endless talk benefit you? First, let me say, I'm actually not rushed about the monster's innards amidst joy and sorrow; I only regret that your lack of focus caused soldier casualties.

You don't understand real command in battle; the bit of attention I waste on you doesn't affect the situation at all; rather, you're just trying to snatch credit, right? Wait until my soldiers have worn down those monsters and aliens, then you'll jump out.

I also want to jump out now, but if Hei'an Ultraman Killer gets loose, you all will probably have trouble handling it.

... That guy really is that strong?

Rather than saying they really are that strong... it's more like you all are already struggling, right.

The Boundary Gate District's district-level armament is indeed stronger than most cities of the Federation, but among those few, B-rank combat power is scarce; most are A-rank or higher, easily shaking continents and destroying planets, thanks to the Federation's bottom-line seal technology being interstellar-level.

But we still need to be careful not to give them a chance to reach beyond the nebula.