Chapter 1478: with translation of chapter title

NO. 94: Targeting oneself like this, or perhaps it could also be considered a kind of sorrow.

"Just in case I ask, do you feel anything off?"

"... I feel fine right now."

"……Is this a joke?"

Hearing that hoarse, deep voice uttering 'KIETEKAREKARETA', the hometown dialect of the Aoben cosmic beings, even Aomo couldn't help but break a sweat.

I don't even have a Sairaburo monster card, so how did even a Karakarakatsu come?

"... Right, not funny…?"

"Having this feeling is better than anything."

Rather, he sidestepped the question of 'Is it funny?' in an irrelevant way; Aomo never thought his experience dealing with Ludao Fu could still be useful like this.

"So, speaking seriously, is there anything that needs adjustment?" He asked again, "I'm also using a monster card as a divine descent medium for the first time; this kind of tool that should be used and then turned off, if left constantly active, really makes me uneasy."

"Especially, this is still a Gezha card."

"... If you're not at ease… why…… not use…… Hei'an Lujia'er?"

"If you don't just use telepathy, listening to you talk is pretty inefficient." He raised his hand and touched the brain of the new universe beside him, seemingly grateful for the new universe's prior relay of clear and fluent speech.

"Moreover, why are you staring at the card I just got? Are you the type who longs for stagnation?"

"You don't think I am?"

"Isn't this result still not enough proof?" Looking at the Beast King raising his claw at his waist, drawing the long sword that manifested along with his armor by two inches, reflecting a pair of bloody lights, Aomo said indifferently, "Actually I don't mind you helping me raise the level of Hei'an Lujia'er, but after all, Gezha would be better at extending your stay time."

"... A wise choice."

"How come you still chose to speak?"

"... Want… to practice……"

"So you mean you have someone here you want to talk to?" Aomo spread his hands.

"……No." The Beast King said, with a pause obviously longer by 2S compared to his previous utterance.

"Really none?"

"... But…… I never…… lack time……"

"If you're going to say that, I'm afraid I won't help you contact Mori Sen."

"……You, directly call… his name?"

"You aren't, are you?"

"... Indeed… not bad."

"Then… shall we contact?"

"... Don't imitate my way of speaking!"

"Isn't this a big improvement? If you don't want to communicate with the other party via keyboard, you need this level of fluency to count as a decent memory, right?"

"... Can you, call him?"

"If we start vibrating his window now, he'll probably respond in about 40 minutes; that's the longest single session of the game he's been obsessed with lately, and his status shows he's only been in for one minute."

"... Then, no need to call him."

"Can't just be scared and bothered, then simply retreat?"

""

"Actually you're still very Aomo Lindun, especially the Aomo Lindun of your youth." Aomo said lightly, lowering his gaze to meet the eyes of the new universe that had raised a hand to grasp his own.

The demon, slightly bowing, smiled and let go of the girl's ever‑twitching cowlick.

"……The memories of youth…… I…… can no longer…… recall……."

"It's precisely the youth…… why bother remembering youth?"

"Youth……" The Beast King glanced at the new universe trying to suck Aomo's hand into its sleeve, "She said, I am a red giant; I think that's not bad."

"Indeed not bad, but Aomo Lindun's youth is no different from a red giant."

Easily blocking the little girl's prank, he turned around, pinched and tugged her little cheek, Aomo released his hand, stood straight, and looked again at the other party standing upright—yet it felt as if he were standing under a desert noon sun, complete with a distorting visual effect.

The "nothing" essence of Gezha remains faithfully manifested in the Beast King's posture.

This is hardly surprising, after all the Beast King's ability to suppress the chaotic disorder of the Gezha card already pleases Aomo; although he believes the other capable, he never expected the other to manifest and speak without wasting a single second in the ritual.

It's hard to tell if it's easy or not, but the fluency is maxed out, proceeding so smoothly that Aomo frowns.

I don't know whether to think about "the road I still have to walk to reach the Beast King" or to think about "how regrettable the Beast King's state is."

Although my youthful struggles were indeed dangerous, also the most "Eevee"-like stage, prone to veering onto many extreme deviation paths, and in youth "evolving" into all sorts of weird "Eevee" forms, yet this product that can harness—or rather, seamlessly fuse with—the essence of "nothing"…

Even that observer who left with Black Xie, upon seeing him, would surely frown as well…… The demon sighed inwardly, gazing at the other party.

Although that armor itself has no observational value, only its shape can to some extent reflect the other's aesthetic and attack habits.

But facing such a Him, Aomo doesn't need to look at his appearance.

"You, look like, you want to say something."

Come to think of it, this guy started observing me; a pair of red‑lit eye sockets gave Aomo the sensation of an X‑ray scan, making me feel this kind of guy has probably completely left the realm of covert observation behind.

"Currently there's nothing to say," shaking his hand, Aomo glanced at the star‑synchrony simulation diagram displayed on the screen, then turned back, "Before Mori Sen replies, want to go check out Sirius with me?"

"We should arrange…… the remaining ritual," the Beast King said, "so that this world…… ejects me; this is crucial."

"But why rush to leave? Why not try wandering in this strange yet familiar world? Perhaps you'll encounter many nostalgic scenes."

""

For someone capable of high synchronization with Hei'an Lujia'er, this statement amounts to a finishing blow.

But this guy merely stayed silent; even as a red light flashed, the first syllable of his utterance was 'N'.

"And if my prediction is correct, there should still be some messes here for you to clean up."

Immediately cutting off the other's favorite Jidong chuunibyou line of 'Nein', the demon pressed a hand to his forehead: "Don't forget how you got here, the Moon‑Chasing Elephant fellow—originally I'd already dealt with him in this place, and my troubles ahead are still plenty."

For example, going to that Gui Yuan Zhi Tang, modify the outsider account's soul account, so as not to have some people self-reflect and recover the account.

Also, for example, directly notify Lu Dao Fu, and after a long time get in touch with that old lady……

It feels like they're all trivial things that don't take time, yet they're also all troublesome matters that just thinking about gives you a headache.

Moreover, letting the other party escape so easily, Aomo feels that he will immediately be put on the federal blockade again.

It's not that he knew of the Beast King's retaliation against the Heart of Terra; rather, simply from this set of rituals coming down without encountering any obstruction, the smooth experience gave him quite a few warnings.

Previously, the Heart of Terra obviously didn't want oneself to notice the Beast King's existence, but now one not only noticed it but also deeply interfered with the other's state; since there's still no movement from that side, it can only be said that they are plotting something afterward.

Having come this far, on the contrary, one needs to proceed even more cautiously.

"…At most, I'll observe for half a month."

"That short? Are you in a hurry to go back and reunite with someone?"

Actually, it has already grown beyond Aomo's expectations, but upon thinking that the other is different from oneself, it's very likely they have been drawn into the mindset of a long-lived species by some experiences, and he immediately realizes that half a month is already as fleeting as a snap of the fingers.

There's probably still room for negotiation.

"Yi Sha Ma La, Chengtian Bai Ren, could it not be Ailisuzhi?"

He mentioned the only three he knew of, and just as he had hoped, upon hearing that, the other party fell silent again for a moment.

"One month."

Their words were coherent.

"Then I'll go back."

It seems they also can't avoid a headache.