Chapter 1497: All Are Part of the Utilization

NO. 113: All are part of the utilization.

Bringing New Universe out from the corner, they all tacitly restrained their footsteps as Aomo approached; a single sentence made Bi Ze, who had his back turned, lurch forward half a step, then immediately turn his head and shout loudly, drawing the gazes of many horse girls.

Without a doubt, this is one side of the venue in the horse girls' themed area.

As a result of initially following orders to mess around, Bi Ze quickly ran from the monster-themed area to the horse girls' themed area.

In his hand he ceremoniously carried a large merchandise paper bag that could have been directly stored as a decorative item, and on his chest he pinned several different chibi round badges of horse girls; all that was missing was a merchandise headband on his head.

With that, he could become a true embodiment of the comic‑expo otaku stereotype—a free‑material passerby who could enjoy a brand‑new ready‑made skin on his character card.

Unfortunately, he didn't have it.

"You… you wouldn't be Aomo, would you?"

Now that he had lost the skin and gained a role, he didn't know whether it was a win or a loss; he only knew that his alien power could no longer perceive this, so he merely glanced at the Dawn Minister and then turned his head to look behind him at Yuan Weichao.

He knew Aomo had a set of Dawn Minister C‑uniform, but he also knew that friend's usual hobby was to craft some cool armor props; the Dawn Minister outfit looked like a helmet plus formal attire at first glance, but underneath the clothing it likewise had an armor structure, not to mention the weapon guards on his arms—essentially he was still wearing armor.

But he wasn't some Song‑dynasty officer wearing a surcoat over his armor; without that pursuit, full armor would definitely be more fitting! So this kid, whose alien power has recently fluctuated greatly, still dared to make a judgment, and here he re‑affirmed his confidence.

"You!" He pointed directly at Aomo with two fingers together; at first glance it looked like a provocation, and indeed it was, probably relying on the fact that the other might not understand the pose of "I'll make you fly!" as he shouted, "Are you cosplaying or the real Dawn Minister? Never mind, it doesn't matter—what did you just say when you came over?"

"…"

It really was a reassuring obliviousness; Aomo fell silent for a moment, not because he was thinking how to speak, but because the Beast King's voice continued to echo in his mind:

"No, there's strong interference; they might have ambushed their starship nearby."

"Oh dear, I thought you all would have a spaceship."

"Huh? What? You're talking with……

Although his professional judgment was a mess, Bi Ze's reaction wasn't exactly a retort; he instinctively turned his head to look at the Beast King.

This somewhat surprised Aomo.

After all, the Beast King had never used telepathy on Bi Ze, whereas Aomo had been communicating with him via telepathy all along; this obviously made him think the Beast King's logical leap was rather abrupt, which could also be seen as the extraterrestrial's unconventional thinking paying off.

"Beast King?" he asked.

The Beast King's blood‑red flashing eye sockets merely aimed at him for a moment before shifting away.

"The cost‑effectiveness of starships far exceeds that of spaceships, especially federal starships, which have many flexible modular combinations."

"Impressive, quite insightful; have you studied it?"

"I've sunk many of them, and there are people who constantly nag in my ear that they're valuable and should be kept."

"Monsters are the true value; I suppose that's what you think."

"Need to ask? All kinds of monsters should naturally take on all the work."

"Including the situation that's troubling you?"

"Do you really have to say that?" the Beast King's voice sounded muffled.

"I hope this can be of help, and I sincerely suggest you all check out the location of the Chasers of Light Club."

"If we could see it, would we still need you to tell us?!"

Only Bi Ze could respond to this sentence; he had long heard of the horse‑racing circle's shoddy evaluation studio, and he also knew clearly that Aomo and Aomo's friends were investigating that organization.

Upon thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall why he had earlier wondered why trainer Xi Qifeng hadn't come; after all, investigating this organization was supposed to be his job.

"Precisely because it was impossible before, we have this reminder now, sir."

While saying that, he raised his hand to touch New Universe's little head, but Bi Ze moved faster, grabbing New Universe and pulling him over: "Almost distracted you into forgetting—Universe, don't go wandering with this guy; it's unsafe!"

"……"

New Universe, who had just begun to lift his sleeve, raised it a little then let it drop, merely looking at Bi Ze with a hint of concern.

"That really is a keen eye for living alone; if so, let's part ways for now."

"Still temporary? It's permanent; don't think you'll earn a good reputation here just because you don't have to make ammo packs!" Speaking so bluntly, Bi Ze also made the face behind the helmet smile a little, but he didn't expect the other to feel guilty right after saying that.

"…You're still doing it, aren't you? No way?"

It turned out he lacked confidence in the image of the Dawn Minister's quality.

"It seems our misunderstanding runs deep; please be sure to consider my recommendation, and let's meet again later."

Having said that, he walked straight to one side, disappearing under the awed gazes of many horse girls.

"Who would meet him again!" Bi Ze clicked his tongue, then turned to look at the Beast King and Yuan Weichao, only to see that the two of them were both turning their heads toward the same direction.

At a high point in that direction there was a very conspicuous sign marking the guest area, which also listed countless sponsors' names; among them, the notorious "Chasers of Light Association" was conspicuously present, causing Bi Ze's expression to falter.

"Um, you won't really believe what he's saying, will you? Your habit of swallowing any information will eventually bite you, Aomo."

"Shall we change the plan of action?" Yuan Weichao asked calmly, his voice magnetic and deep, mixed with a faint mechanical quality.

"Go!"

Just a single word, the Beast King could also pronounce it steadily; having received Aomo's hint that no minor provocation was needed, he—who should now be directly provoked—took the lead, no longer standing behind Bi Ze.

"Eh? Eh! You're really going? Then should I follow? Or should I stay with New Universe?"

"Negative," said New Universe, waving his sleeve to make an X; after a light jog a few steps toward the Beast King, he turned back and waved his sleeve, "Scintillation, follow the course."

"Ah? Scintillation? Me?"

"Wait a moment!"

——

"Oh dear, you're really quick; have you been watching me all along?"

Meanwhile, after three minutes Aomo had barely moved away and came to a stop.

In the boundary corridor between the horse girls' and monster‑themed areas, where few visitors passed, he watched the two faces that had previously received and consulted with him draw nearer, seeing that they each held a card in their hand.

Some unfamiliar aura, at least enough to show that they were not something he had come into contact with.

Although obtaining a new card was worth celebrating, that aura was again too weak.

Even those disposable cards he'd placed in the office for exhibition rarely had such a feeble aura,

You should know that Aomo still considered those things defective; only now did he realize that even among the rotten there was rotten within rotten—this must be the shoddy gear issued to low‑rank members who aren't up to standard, probably just randomly picked inferior bio‑card achievements.

In other words, they simply aren't enough monsters.

I thought our conversation had been pleasant, Mr. Duoerduo—why did you have to advertise at those stalls and then go talk to those three people?

Oh dear? Oh dear oh dear? Even in mutual assistance, are there still differences?

He spread his arms, and the thick yet slender tail behind him also rose; this stance made the opponent pinch the card at his fingertips even tighter.

You clearly know that working with them is betraying us, or perhaps you're actually fake—are you really Aomo Lindun?

But I think we are still cooperating; betrayal might just be your own idea—ask the higher‑ups. The card tests can be postponed, and this isn't a suitable testing ground for you.

No need to trouble yourself!

Swish!

Almost as soon as the words fell, deep‑blue and silver‑white beams flashed from each of their hands in turn, searing the air, breaking the distance, and pointing straight at the center of that face whose truth could no longer be discerned.

However, a small patch of air in front of the helmet suddenly rippled with bright purple, instantly absorbing the two beams—purple light burst forth!

Like an absorbed counter‑scatter, blossoming like a flower, the lightning bolt of Hei'an Lujie Aier, in near‑perfect form, disguised itself as the technique that such a posture ought to possess.

Gangway/Heading toward the star

After the corridors all around were seared through and each gash cut a deep crack, the two men trembled, clutching their arms that had been fused yet also cauterized by the high temperature, and screamed.

At the same time, Aomo pulled out the phone he had prepared for this occasion; on its bright screen, a string of invitation messages reflected off the black helmet's surface, letting him greet them gently as if nothing were wrong.

I didn't misspeak, you two—our cooperation continues, but I still thank you for your efforts; it just so happens I got to test the performance of my new gain.