Chapter 1405: NO.21: Little Lu, who always knows how to seize the moment to appear

NO. 21: Little Lu, who always knows how to seize the moment to appear.

As the number of monster cards kept increasing, the original card boxes naturally upgraded their capacity, and even their appearance and materials changed.

Aomo's hand already held not only Mefilas but also cards capable of teleportation, flash, and transmission.

As the most commonly used, low-cost, mentally unburdening option, Mefilas naturally offers the best value, but if one is truly in a hurry, Jetton's instant teleportation with no wind‑up becomes his first choice.

But there is also a problem here: Jetton's teleportation distance is limited.

Saying it's within line of sight means only the actual line of sight in reality, not that you can jump to wherever you see on the screen.

The newly acquired Hyper Jetton card greatly alleviates this limitation; its freely controllable teleportation and surprisingly large effective range have the potential to become Aomo's new choice for getting around.

However, Hyper Jetton's teleportation creates and crosses a vortex wormhole in an extremely short time—short enough to be just a single frame—and at almost the same moment opens another vortex wormhole exit at the target point.

The instant the body materializes from within, the powerful braincore/brain core has already finished processing all information about the new environment.

Not only does it avoid the basic problem of losing balance, it can even seamlessly chain actions—on the battlefield, one could see the teleportation accompanied by an instantaneous, delay‑free leg‑lift strike, fully displaying Hyper Jetton's terrifying reaction speed as the ultimate biological weapon.

But obviously, without directly materializing the body, the so‑called braincore/brain core is just empty talk.

Back then, Aomo used Garratron's computing power to understand formulas by relying on his own hardware, which raised his body temperature on the spot and almost sent him to the hospital; even now, holding the higher‑spec Gilbariis, he still showed limits when little Aomo drafted that plan last year—even in a dream he had to write, rest, write, rest, rather than indulging in Ling's knee pillow, it merely shows the frailty of flesh and blood.

Although wetware was also a common guest in early sci‑fi, it briefly appeared in the Federation's technological evolution, only to be overtaken by rapid progress and quickly become outdated in sci‑fi works, while the artificial brains of Kexiya Planet are clearly capable of easily eliminating wetware.

Thus Aomo tried to use it only to strengthen his calculations, not to push them to the limit.

In a sense, this is a trap that exists universally among monster cards, effective for those who are professional but not thoroughly so.

Without a doubt, bronze‑rank newcomers never think of using any other abilities of monster cards; they either transform or pinch the card to release that fairly destructive energy move.

They belong to the type that only uses a one‑key macro novice mode.

Meanwhile, users of gold rank and above, while exploring more possibilities of monster cards, also have sufficient awareness of differences in life forms.

Admittedly, monster cards do relatively completely condense the information of an entire life form, easily reproducing phenomena that monsters could produce but that do not actually exist.

But such a reproduction effect is obviously quite limited.

Different 'monsters' and 'aliens' manifest their abilities mainly because they have one, or even several, specific organs supporting them,

Even if you can analyze their power outside the cards, understand its nature, and learn to disassemble and re‑weave macro commands, you must beware that the command platform is built from your own body.

And the silver rank's cancer is plain to see.

Having more dedication and research than bronze, yet lacking caution and professionalism, the result often appears as a case of monster cards' sacrificial victims.

This also deepens everyone's prejudice against monster cards, so even when needed one must search for compressed forms such as capsules, badges, and storage disks.

Speaking reasonably, those things are safe, but their information is entirely specialized toward power, much like the difference between black‑light and red‑light viruses: the former has infinite potential, while the latter sacrifices that potential for controllable specialization.

Even though the folks in the Land of Light indeed care only about the former's advantage and say of the latter, 'The functions are too mixed; I have no use for it.'

But we are not in the Land of Light.

Not on Ultra Star, which is sixty times Earth's size and has over 120 times Earth's gravity, nor in a place where the social environment is uniform, responsibility education runs through the whole nation, and everyone lives in a friendly, mutually helpful emerald‑colored paradise.

On Earth, in the Holy Terra Federation, there are always many things to consider for life, and mastering several abilities is never a bad thing.

Aomo would love for his skill page to be as rich as Diga's, especially since he already has a built‑in intelligent search in his head and doesn't need to manually flip through pages like Da Gu to find skills.

One would think that someone like Sai Luo, a pure‑blooded Ultraman, could generally achieve similar performance, and even more conveniently than here.

But tricking Ultraman warriors into using monster cards—leaving aside whether it's shady or not—is definitely not feasible.

Probably only little Lu could be fooled… Aomo thought that way, but he couldn't help thinking of how the Imperial Crown Prince is so enamored with the inter‑world special effects drama titled 'Flash,' and the charm of monster cards might not even beat the power‑up props of Carrot Man.

After all, that Flash is a life‑size hero special effects show, and compared to Ultraman it is obviously more like a team.

Considering the protagonist side has few members and seems to lack a big carrot, it is even closer to the theme of Kamen Rider and Armored Hero.

Then this is the domain of a certain café shop owner.

A few weeks ago, Aomo indeed heard from Sai Luo that little Lu was going to visit that shop manager Toryo, and it's not hard to imagine that the opportunity for them to meet was the big melee at the end of last year.

Now the Imperial Crown Prince is focused on getting into the Kamen Rider IP, to the point that even Sai Luo, who has accompanied Mi Yu to watch the Carrot Man person, doesn't know about it, and only when it's the second day does he become anxiously urgent——

"Aomo-san! I heard the Carrot Man transformer—uh, what happened? Mi Yu?"

With a clatter, the activity room door was flung open, and immediately came the rapid speech of the young people.

Chao Cang Lu has always been this energetic, truly a model heir of the Ultra Star wandering abroad, and this makes the black‑haired little girl timidly peeking from under his arm seem all the more shadowy, shy, and delicately sensitive, instantly grabbing hold of this brother who suddenly appeared and spoke.

Still asking what happened……

It's not common for the clever classmate to show up here, let alone see her glaring at the Suzi classmate; the solemn‑looking Aizhi classmate standing before Trainer Aomo also seems odd, and the Bourbon classmate is even making gestures at himself.

What gesture is that? Is it telling us to leave…?

Mi Yu isn't sure… she doesn't recall having exchanged such a signal with the other party, and she herself has no reserve of signal‑studies; her leisurely hobbies lie in picture books and drawing, her violet eyes blinking, showing pure clarity and innocence.

Regardless of how they should react next, the time wasted at the beginning is enough to hand the initiative over to the host inside: "You've come at just the right moment—good morning, little Lu, Mi Yu classmate; if you have anything to say, please come in and talk, and remember to bring the door with you."

"Oh, oh oh!"

Not having gotten a response from Mi Yu, who suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes, it was little Lu, first greeted by Aomo, who still seemed not to fully grasp the indoor atmosphere, upholding his consistent image of an honest, sensible young man, who greeted and urged Mi Yu to come in, then promptly pulled the door shut.

"Aomo-san……"

"My father hopes I can convey his apology on his behalf, hoping that next time he gets the chance he can apologize in person."

"Uh..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he heard Aizhi say those words in a clear voice that showed she didn't care about others at all, and Xiao Lu's hand, which had been raised halfway up, froze there; instinctively he wanted to move it to the back of his head and then look toward Mi Yu.

"Is that what you wanted to say just now?" he asked softly, lowering himself slightly.

And Mi Yu, who knew that his soft voice meant nothing at all, just stood there awkwardly like him, without answering.