Chapter 1494: NO．110：Take It Up, Put It Down

NO．110：Take It Up, Put It Down

Indeed, transferring to places like other dimensions without specific coordinates is completely a shot in the dark.

Even if you have the ability to cross dimensions, relying solely on brute force, you wouldn't know how long it would take to try—after all, the Federation-related research institutes alone have marked over a hundred other-dimensional nodes.

And those dimensions that remain unmarked—meaning no one has explored them, let alone tried to develop them—are countless in number.

If it's merely a dimension split from the main one, it's still manageable, offering some guarantee for adaptation and survival; but if you end up in a dimension with bizarre ecology, dangerous natives, and unnatural natural laws, it becomes a torment.

Precisely for this reason, Yuechi's symbol being able to instantly transfer Sirius's symbol to that ruined dimension also amounts to indirectly conveying information to Aomo.

→When he arrived, he took the route of jumping from other dimensions to the main dimension, and happened to find a suitable dimensional space.

→The Chasers of Light Club supported him to a high degree, even including the coordinate system for his private exploration of other-dimensional spaces.

In terms of outcome, the latter actually encompasses the former.

The former suggests a high probability that they have other dimensions as a fallback, while the latter implies that a certain otherworldly cult and a local organization have excessively close ties—this 1+1 result could be 2, or 3, 4, 5, and so on, and it also inherits the former's hidden dangers.

Aomo has good reason to suspect the latter, because he's seen that warehouse and is currently chatting freely with the club member whose biological theory should be impossible, exchanging insights on extraordinary biology research.

Of course, in this academic field, Aomo is actually a complete layperson.

He only has basic biological knowledge, but at the same time he has the aid of a photographic memory for crystal cores, and he's read the vast majority of experiment reports by Xiao Qian and Suzi, so he can readily discuss them.

But how about the other side?

Even if it's the same approach of borrowing, there should be similar premises: not just having looked at it, the basis for equal discussion should be having similar foundational theory as groundwork.

Having such a foundation alone is enough to prove this bunch isn't pure; they're somewhat involved in side businesses.

It's a bit troublesome, but the trouble can be shared.

Glancing at the friend zone on the terminal screen where unread messages constantly reside, Aomo, who had first said goodbye from that conversation, had already vanished from the spot by the time he walked to the corner, before stepping into the surveillance range.

By using the connection between deities and the things they bestow to bypass the need to obtain dimensional coordinates, this is the method Aomo derived by reverse-engineering the ritual of the King of Summoned Beasts' manifestation; it unexpectedly worked in one go, without a hitch.

Nor did he forget his ever‑present, obedient 'little tail' beside him.

"Sirius!"

Upon seeing the woman with one foot on a pile of stones, her elbow resting on her knee supporting her chin, already looking impatient, the 'little tail' shouted the formula for Sirius in its written form and ran over, then raised both sleeves.

This pose is practically her signature move, reminding Aomo of certain unique rituals.

The ritual gestures for contacting extraterrestrial beings appear not only in some illegal religions, but also in a small portion of game works as occasional appearances.

A ritual lacking the associated process and without any participation of source energy is always ineffective; the New Universe's gestures are merely gestures, and Aomo didn't stop them, just approached and, before speaking, first heard the other party complain:

"I thought you'd come right after you finished speaking; why are you only arriving now?"

"Things aren't finished yet, and over there it's not easy to just break free—anyway, sorry for the wait, I'll be right——" Aomo said.

As he was about to place his hand on her shoulder, he saw her stand up and raise her hand, handing him something before he could.

A card, slightly twisted and turned between her two fingers, allowed its ferocious face to face Aomo and the New Universe.

"Here, it's yours."

"... Ah, okay."

"Why such a surprised look?"

"Being this straightforward is actually hard not to be surprised," the card in her hand floated up and then vanished, Aomo confessed, "Based on the cases around me, after first deeply using a monster card, you're the first user who can cleanly release the card."

"Oh? Hmph, as expected of me!"

"As expected of you, as expected of you."

Aomo raised his hand and patted her head.

"?" made her, head held high and chest puffed, stare for a moment, then she snapped, "Are you treating me like a child?!"

"You should have slapped my hand away first." Aomo reminded.

Smack!

Although it was a bit belated, in the end it was slapped away.

"Not bad."

Aomo, whose hand had been slapped away, nodded nonchalantly, and his words made Sirius's face flush alternating between green and white.

This made it seem as if he were listening to her, and also reminded her of how she used to train dogs.

If it were her former self, she would now be speaking and expressing herself just as unpleasantly.

But now, she doesn't know what expression she's making, she's somewhat unsure what to say, and her mind is still tangled over her earlier reaction.

"How's your mood now?"

At that moment, the person suddenly asked, and between their raised hands a dark red vortex of black mist rose up.

"Huh?" Sirius looked surprised, "Did you come specially to provoke me?"

"You mean your mood is bad?" the person asked.

Through that slightly glowing "I"-shaped helmet, Sirius also couldn't see his expression.

"That's not..."

So she instinctively opened her mouth, but then caught herself at the lips.

"It doesn't seem so bad, does it?"

"No, I'm still angry!"

"Just angry!"

But earlier, when she returned from Hei'an Lujiai'er, fragments of the past suddenly flashed through her mind for no reason.

Those people and things made her feel nostalgic, and some words reminded her of the present.

Although everything still seemed to show no improvement, she also inexplicably felt somewhat relieved, as if a burden had been lifted.

So before Aomo appeared, her mood could be described as excellent; she even deliberately struck a bored pose, waiting for him to come over and confront her.

Having the leisure to make such preparations is itself proof that her mood is good.

And this guy's reaction……

……

……This guy wouldn't have noticed this and then acted like that, would he?

As a dog-training enthusiast, the Sirius symbol of genuine knowledge on taming fierce beasts came to mind, a professional matching guess flashed through, and upon seeing that pretentious mystic helmet, I only felt it was super subtle.

However, it being merely subtle rather than angry is already a big problem; someone in the dark under the light is completely unaware of this, and that helmet-wearing person, who is not a mind-reader, also just saw that she seemed to realize something, and thus raised a hand before she could cause a scene.

All right, it's time to leave, ladies, go on, go on.

Hey, don't push!

Bai Ren and her classmates and juniors have also been waiting a while.

What? Classmates and juniors? Who?

Universe, don't fall behind, catch up.

Oh!