Chapter 1492: with translation of chapter title

title: NO. 108: Stepping onto the earth, awakening the inner impulse – no names.

Barren land, city ruins.

No one knows which civilization fell in some dimension, leaving this post-apocalyptic landscape—which should be of great historical value—so deserted, but in any case, it now has visitors.

Although there are only two visitors, and although they are two black giants clad in armor.

Upon appearing, a fireball bursts from one side and a crimson light bullet from the other collide, exploding and raging like a storm, ruthlessly sweeping across this dimensional wasteland that looks like a strange filter, fully revealing the nature of these uninvited guests.

At the same time, it's not hard to see that although Dark Lugiel's skills can rival those of the Ultraman clan, this naming style still suffers from the influence of Aopengzi.

The destructive light sphere emitted from the red spherical part at the center of the chest is called an 'xx strike', and the supernova light bullet simulated from the vortex galaxy formed by gathering the body's energy is merely named an 'xx shot' in a plain, unsophisticated way; because it's too blunt, even English can't save it.

This forces Aomo to shut down the real-time analysis function directly connected to the Gilbali database.

As for move names and such, might as well forget them; better to honestly watch the talent and determination blossoming in the mirror match.

Indeed, the power of those taking the form of Dark Lugiel should be equal, and monster cards have no hierarchy such as gold cards suppressing normal cards or variant art overriding gold cards.

But the pilot's skill level can obviously differ greatly.

Even different pilot skill levels determine the open training degree of the mech's stats—Tresis giving Aomo a pre‑boost variant Bahamut, and after the boost a variant Bahamut, its normal output is incomparable.

Developing information, once done successfully, can be readily accessed thereafter, almost like a game system with skill proficiency settings.

It is also the domain of monster card adaptability.

This is precisely why Aomo once intended to combine observing the people around him with matching monster cards.

Even the new training ground and mechanism he set up for the Sirius symbol have two parts of his attention focused here.

He is clearly always excavating.

Not only is he excavating talent that can proxy‑load monster cards for him, but he is also using those monster cards, each representing different desires, to probe the inclinations of the human heart.

This is a test, and also a verification.

Verifying his past understanding of these people, he also looks forward to using monster cards to reveal aspects he had never observed before.

He forever believes that observation can only see the surface of a stone, never the other side of that surface.

Reasoning can to some extent fill that gap, letting logic dissect the depths observation cannot reach, but this process is equally prone to deviation.

We should always value quantifiable actions, especially for those whose lives are at minus 15 degrees; this is one of the few indicators that can reassure them.

But there are also many lives in this world that are close to 40 degrees, even up to 100 degrees.

The higher you go, the more variables there are.

You will find that the logic you have mastered is not enough, and you will also find that some people cause many commonsense logics to clash, leaving you no peace.

Regarding this, Aomo is constantly tormented, yet he cannot deny that he actually derives some pleasure from it, because he is still young.

What does it mean to be young?

One also feels joy from satisfying curiosity, and fulfillment from the sense of growth gained.

Only in this respect, he and his little tail are no different, both having a thirst for knowledge as hungry and thirsty as can be.

Similarly, being busy, the busyness of trying to understand others and the world can be called a hobby, allowing him to always muster twelve‑fold mental preparation and enthusiasm, naturally not feeling bothered.

More importantly, it can be incorporated into work.

Without a doubt, for a newcomer with less than a year on the job, the work itself is indeed full of strangeness and full of novelty.

Indeed, there may also be tension, fatigue, even boredom, but that is clearly not Aomo Lindun's work state.

Whether he is a trainer or an office mercenary, he finds it quite interesting.

This is the pattern of someone whose finances are not strained and are even beginning to have some leeway, who still willingly works overtime—one of them.

Overtime not for money is either out of interest, out of duty, or both; in any case, there must be at least one of those motives.

Even if replaced by JunChuan JiangSheng, Ludao Fu Symbol, or Bixiketuxe Shihuaiya, the same holds true.

Aomo himself is even more typical.

Being able to work alongside the idols he once admired, and even having the opportunity to analyze, understand, and appreciate them more precisely than the countless fans.

Faced with such an opportunity, words of complaint simply cannot be spoken.

Even though he is currently being received by two members of the Chasers of Light Club, forced to put on an overly polished, genteel facade to chat with them about the ruthless technical field, and also having to put on the surprised expression of a newcomer, it is surprising that they, as an organization related to Umamusume culture, also have involvement with monster organizations.

But when he sees Sirius wielding that massive frame, throwing punches and kicks, blocking attack after attack, then stepping back slightly and pulling a heavy hilt from midair, instantly a scorching red light flows from the hilt, extending into a crimson trident.

His current slight dissatisfaction, vague and hesitant, is all dispelled beneath the blood‑colored brilliance swept up by that long spear used like a staff.

Amazing.

Really amazing!

His Sparala‑style exclamation comes from the heart, praising how, the first time he piloted the Dark Deity, Sirius—who should have quickly fallen into a disadvantage until he came to rescue—was saved.

Although he just wanted to see such a scene, he obviously cannot thereby deny the opponent's genuine achievement.

After all, he knows exactly how high his own standards are.

Demanding that an amateur with no practice simulation instantly master the power of a magic god and go up against a veteran who has been immersed in this field for over ten years, this excessive degree is in no way inferior to shouting 'This is attack, this is defense, this is Ashina... Yang Erlang!'

Even if he himself lacks no combat skill, he might not adapt to this body, let alone remember to flip the skill bar—and even if he flips it, whether he can control it is another matter.

Each step is enough for a newcomer to ponder for a long time, each step is the opponent's advantage, and combined they form a challenge worthy of being called hell difficulty.

But she nevertheless gained the advantage in such a challenge.

Even if it's only a temporary advantage, even if she is still wielding that Dark Spark Gun as a stick of Sai Fa Dou, not really thrusting, just swinging, chopping, and flicking, mainly to torment, watching how she will soon be pulled back into the offensive for lacking the decisiveness to deliver a finishing blow.

Aomo can also applaud her.

Because she has already proven her talent, and even more so proven her own heart.

That realization, which can reignite the soul to its fullest, will translate into a tangible power difference between the two, bursting forth with a dazzling light that dazzles the eyes.

The rekindling of the Heavenly Wolf Star — only from this moment does it count as a beginning.