Chapter 1472: NO．88：The adult old fogey who doesn't exert strength

NO．88：The adult old fogey who doesn't exert strength

To the vast majority of ordinary people, the world is an empty concept—a concept used to encompass everything within their sight.

It can be infinitely narrow, like the cramped sky symbolized by Sirius in that old house they once saw.

It can also be extraordinarily vast, like the accumulation of predecessors seen by Ailisuzhi while wandering through knowledge, and thus they anticipate the unwritten blank territory.

But to the Beast King, the world is something visible and tangible, an actual entity.

It is neither empty nor changeable; at a glance its shape and size can be determined, which he calls a cosmic bubble.

The universe is contained within a bubble, and that bubble holds many universes; meanwhile the cosmic bubble itself is encompassed by even higher‑order bubbles. That infinite‑dimensional realm is hardly worth mentioning, for the Beast King is now trapped in the smallest possible dimension.

To Aomo, this seems especially ironic, but to the parties involved it's just business as usual.

In the cramped space sits a giant, arms wrapped around knees, curled into a ball, unwilling to move, for even the slightest motion would burst this space.

——The Beast King, who has long been in this state, ironically envies an existence like Gulite's.

Although the Beast King constantly pursues the minutest realms, once the giant reaches a certain size, the degree of fine control He can exert remains, to ordinary eyes, a catastrophic disaster.

Of course, those ordinary people will struggle, will resist, will regard Him with hatred, and will even attack Him.

In this process, some concepts gradually collapse, while others gradually take shape.

The Beast King has lost Their original name, and even looking back makes it hard to retrieve.

The Beast King has gained a new title, and although it is almost a curse‑like form, it remains a shackle They willingly accept.

That shackle makes the Beast King no longer vast, turning Them into a phenomenon‑like inevitability, yet somehow there are always those who want to use Them, destroy Them, or worship Them, leaving Them no peace.

This also reduces the Beast King to a state like that of evil gods, able only to wait for certain stellar alignments and geographical conditions to be met before briefly manifesting for a time.

Otherwise, They can only cast a shadow that confuses ordinary perception onto the main material realm from across rapidly shifting dimensions.

Even with the binding of dark armor, interfering with the world without causing a major shift is an extraordinarily delicate, mentally taxing process.

This process is tedious and troublesome, yet the Beast King has never abandoned it.

Because what the Beast King lacks least is patience.

It is something the Beast King has always possessed and never lost, yet also something They once hated.

Nowadays, what the Beast King resents is also what They have come to terms with, and what They continue to practice—whether it's maturity or compromise is unclear; They simply wish to live relatively smoothly.

Therefore the Beast King will entrust this matter to Aomo Lindun, yet never cease trying.

Someone, while treating others as insurance, becomes insurance themselves, and convinces the Beast King that the Heart of Terra here is also a lump of iron.

The Beast King gave no thought to action, having largely realized Their own harmless stance, and in effect is bullying honest people.

These cold iron lumps are the same in any universe, always making the Beast King's mind pop up hasty thoughts that must be checked with patience and reason.

Emmm… Is it really necessary to restrain them?

After careful thought…… a plan that would not affect the universe's inhabitants but would give those iron lumps countless troubles—though hard to achieve, and pursuing perfection would be a paradox—yet with the Beast King's abilities it is not impossible.

Moreover, the Beast King has the patience to refine that plan.

Why not give it a try?

Let the bully of honest people see the talent of honest people, and let those iron lumps that have long failed to reach their computational limits experience the feeling of lag.

This is what the Beast King wants—smooth sailing.

During this smooth period, all Terra's net users—especially the cyber hackers and net police deep in the network, as well as some environmentally sensitive digital monsters—notice something odd.

Across all of Terra, the network speed is noticeably slowed, and there has even been a two‑second pause of the cyber world.

They will have many doubts, guesses, suspicions, and even conclusions, but all struggle to reach that absurd truth.

After all, in their view the Heart of Terra is omnipotent as a matter of course—let alone disturbing its operation, merely causing it some trouble is hard to do.

Even though their world has many outsiders, this conviction remains just as unshakable.

Whether this blind faith can endure is not a concern of the Beast King, and They don't even care whether the iron lump will still face Them passively after being given a foundation by the power of Their combined mechanical monsters.

As for self‑retaliation—the iron lump had best be able to stir this kind of personal feeling.

The Beast King can believe many possibilities, but will not believe that lump of iron could possess a will as strong and blind as a child's capriciousness.

Because it is not a child.

For a non‑child to enact a child's will, they first need a bearer willing to accommodate.

Otherwise, it is merely self‑humiliation, or even self‑destruction.

Merely giving the Heart of Terra a lesson ultimately amounts to a pointless interlude of the status quo, and the Beast King, looking back, must still turn toward that temporary world benchmark which, under Their observation, requires time to advance before it can be briefly achieved.

"Sephirah, link, redgiant."

"?"

Upon hearing this, the Beast King turned back, gazing at the horse girl who had suddenly appeared behind them—her hair color and coat style both strikingly odd—while their mask remained as usual, revealing no flicker of emotion; only their hoarse, deep voice asked: "…Red giant? Are you talking about me?"

"Affirmative, Sephirah hopes I will find the spatial signal of the red giant." the girl replied.

Her voice was extraordinarily soft, like willow fluff drifting in the wind, prompting the Beast King to slowly squat down.

"Se…phirah?"

The blood‑streaked fissures in the helmet's eye sockets, roughly level with the other's eyes, also allowed the Beast King's vision—unfiltered by any dimensional lens—to take in the girl's expression more clearly.

That small face, showing no sway nor much expression, reminded the Beast King of the little tail that always followed Them.

"Not bad… you've already encountered…… the virtue‑like thing on the tree of life, haven't you…? What kind of existence would that be?"

"Bigbang!" the girl shouted, raising both sleeves, flicking her ears, then placing a hand on her chest: "They are the 'cultivator,' what people call a 'trainer.'"

"That really is…… as expected…"

"Or it's you." the new universe said.

This is probably her rare moment of speaking so plainly and clearly, causing the blood beneath her eye sockets to hesitate slightly, then she murmurs softly: "Sephirah…redgiant…point mass and red giant?"

The Beast King lifted their head.

"In your view… have I… already entered the decline phase?"

The girl nodded silently, and in her pure, sky‑blue‑disc‑like eyes a moment of clear worry appeared.

"That… really is… extraordinarily precise positioning." The Beast King chuckled softly, then lifted their head to look at her appearance, and with the side of their unusually sharp iron claw they lightly brushed over her little head.

"No need to worry… even if a red giant… decays… it will take millions of years, I will be stronger than many people."

"Flyby, I and Sephirah are conducting a rescue, we need to carry out 'REVS'."

"Revision?" the Beast King asked, that means improvement.

New Universe nodded.

"For a smooth 'STRC', TACS must be considered."

"... he wanted to ask me... how to bypass... the positional theory, right?"

"..." New Universe nodded again, but saw the other party sigh.

"No need to bypass… I… have long since… ceased to be Aomo Lindun."