Chapter 1435: with translation of chapter title

title: NO. 51: Alternative Sleep Quality Optimization

Dark giants and light giants may seem opposed, but they are actually fundamentally the same.

Whether it's Diga or Tiga's light‑dark transformation, or the fact that dark giants and light giants alike stand as stone statues in seal or hibernation, all prove this fundamental point.

And this fundamental principle even lets dark giants receive the same treatment as light giants—being petrified by the petrifying light.

It also lets them find a loophole when facing Gatanjea.

— Normally, there is no solution to Gatanjea's petrifying light.

Even petrified beings, including Gatanjea itself, cannot recover their vitality.

Merely retaining brain activity, merely preserving the essence of consciousness, also means that even if those beings are freed from petrification, they must face necrosis of other organs, ultimately leading to the brain's demise as well.

On the contrary, maintaining petrification allows an alternative immortality through Gatanjea's power—though it is torment, they remain alive.

However…

Precisely because the seal/hibernation state itself is a stone‑like condition, differing only in internal energy levels, when light giants and dark giants are petrified by the petrifying light, they are not only savable but can be completely saved.

That which makes people rack their brains—the so‑called specific wavelength of light—is merely a routine energy infusion in the hands of the true Ultraman or dark giant, and it once let Laorenjia, in a cameo appearance, earn the honor of a power bank.

What does this mean?

It means Dark Tiga can now raise his palms and overlap them, sending countless cold lights spilling from the icy‑blue timer on his chest—this scene appears to Gatanjea as the charging of some ultimate move, whereupon a dark‑purple beam instantly arrives, easily piercing his silver‑black‑gold intertwined colossal body.

The rapid petrification process should have added another statue here, yet the cold radiance that had previously dispersed not only did not fade, but instead gathered in mid‑air into a sphere, elongated into a line, and flowed back into the timer's location.

It's like injecting a shot of adrenaline!

The icy‑blue crystal light, crawling over the mottled stone marks, blazes forth; at the instant the petrified traces shatter at high speed, a scarlet glow resumes its course along that dark‑purple beam's path, linking the two distant silhouettes.

【DarkZeperionBeam/Dark Zeperion Beam】

From Dark Tiga to the Evil God Gatanjea

Thus we will translate the bracket as: 【DarkZeperionBeam/Dark Zeperion Beam】. However we need to keep the slash? The source has a slash between English and Chinese. We'll keep slash.

Thus line 18 translation: 【DarkZeperionBeam/Dark Zeperion Beam】

But we need to ensure we keep the brackets and slash exactly.

Proceed.

From Dark Tiga to the Evil God Gatanjea

Although the result was not ideal, merely causing a slight tilt in the heavy massive shell of that large nautilus, it could not even be compared to the previous Kaermila.

But as a strike to buy time, his mission had indeed been completed.

Before Kaermila had yet to get further support from Suzi and before she had broken free of the petrified state, Aomo and the others were enough to rely on the sudden impact to shake the researcher's state of mind.

When the shaking occurs, that is the best opportunity.

Raise the pestle staff, change heaven and earth, the carefree body bears carefree intent.

Ling, being able to merge those two people's dreams, naturally can also separate them; after being entrusted by Aomo, she can even tune this dream that has lost its master and lost its balance, like a bartender controlling the proportions of each, reorganizing the underlying thought environment that has always aided the monster.

As the scene they are in changes with the distant scenery, it also means the ranking of the dream coloring game is reshuffled.

Suzi, who couldn't make sense of the situation, could no longer charge the petrified Hei'an giant; the subconscious anger that should have manifested throughout the dream likewise retracted—specifically shown by the refresh of those suit and school uniform horse girls becoming even slower.

By now it's almost never seen, allowing Aomo to free up his hands—but not to first greet Suzi, who was observing and thinking alone, seeming to have some clues.

But rather toward Chazuo, who spoke not a word and seemed to be trying hard to lower her presence.

And the other 'her' standing calmly beside her, gazing at everyone.

"Chazuo."

"..." trembled twice when called, like a reenactment of the guilty look from yesterday's activity room; Chazuo glanced at the other 'self', then looked at Aomo standing together with Ling, and whispered, "I am trying to control it."

"Hmm, wait for your results."

He nodded, and even seeing those two hers, Aomo did not rush to ask.

Nor did he ask about the variety of firearms and weapons she had been using even before his appearance, nor did he inquire about the foundation of her martial arts skills that manifested together with him after her restraint.

"Again like last time? This restoration really does feel like a dream."

Suzi, who had straightforwardly walked over, sized up the two Chazuos, her suspicious gaze also turning to Aomo and Ling, especially the latter.

"I really do remember you having the ability to manifest in the dream, but how can you prove that all this is not my dream?"

Whether the other entered one's dream or one dreamed of the other, after Ailisuzhi asked, she felt something was somewhat off.

"Do we need proof?" Ling laughed, a sentence making clear where she felt something was off: "If it were reality, wouldn't that be even worse?"

"You and Chazuo are both letting your respective monster cards run wild; next it should be Aomo who thoroughly confiscates them, right?"

"Indeed," she said, raising the long white sleeve in the dream to support her forehead, Ailisuzhi thoughtfully then asked, "In this dream, will thinking… encounter some obstacles?"

She only realized belatedly, aware that her thinking now was far less sharp than usual; some things that should have been instantly clear still needed the other to remind her, which was a great weakening.

"Not adapting here is just how it is." Aomo answered on Ling's behalf.

He gazed into the distance at the gradually gathering black mist, then turned his head to look at Suzi, who seemed to have realized something, lowered her head in surprise, and examined herself.

You should have had no contact with similar dream-customization services, nor trained in dream-related source energy; at the moment you gain consciousness, your subconscious will urge you to wake up.

No problem, you can wake up, then contact me via Line after waking up.

Sure, but what wrong have I done?" Suzi asked.

She likewise looked toward the distant gathering black mist, also gazing at the Kaermila stone sculpture that gradually emerged as the black mist receded.

Although she knew this was a dream, she was still utterly confused as to what had happened; even trying to recall the potion she had previously mixed in the dim laboratory, she could not remember the ingredients or the process.

She only remembered……

It seemed to be some medicine that could make the world go smoothly.

Is that medicine?

Could something really have such an effect? She herself was somewhat doubtful, but more important right now was to figure out whether she had unintentionally caused some disaster.

Can disasters in the dream affect reality?

Upon seeing Chazuo and that other doppelgänger of unknown relation to her acting so cautiously, she wanted to think, but then recalled that her condition was poor, also noting the fact of poor efficiency.

Even now, her perception began to dull, her vision and hearing started to blur, and the feel of her sleeves began to go numb.

She clenched the hand inside her sleeve, intending to get a clearer feel, but it seemed to accelerate this strange sensation.

"No, you haven't done anything wrong."

But only that person's voice remained clear, clear enough to relax the hand she had clenched inside her sleeve.

Just after waking up, you need to keep your monster cards safe.

Having said that, he turned and no longer looked at the empty clearing.

"Actually I could keep her," Ling said only then, "I don't know if you just thought of that."

"I thought of it, but it's unnecessary," Aomo shook his head.

The monster cards have already drained too much of their energy; they should rest if they need to, there's no need to delay her waking time.

He also didn't want to see the person in charge be late for training the next day.

"Does that mean letting little Chazuo go as well?"

"……" Chazuo heard the words, his heart relaxed, yet he also felt his sleeve being pulled; turning his head, he saw another self shaking its head.

"…That, training——"

"No."

Chazuo looked back, steadied himself, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Aomo reject him:

"She has practiced before, has some strength left, and can simply chat a few sentences."