Chapter 1531: NO．146：Luode：Hmm…still quite alike, huh

NO．146：Luode：Hmm…still quite alike, huh

Creation is loneliness, a childish play of those who think themselves extraordinary.

Compared to beautiful fantasies, the truth overflowing with fresh blood is undoubtedly a masterpiece.

Fairy tales are nothing but deceit; reality has long been smeared with the filth of desire.

——To the theater's veteran audience, these lines are practically a famous line, of course, without the second half.

Because Aomo did not escape reality, before the playwright's entrance and name announcement had even finished, he interrupted the speech, asking if there was a way to change the current situation, while we were still rushing for time.

This is largely a case of a single word becoming prophecy.

When he was in a hurry and wanted an efficient exchange, the other party, also in a hurry, directly responded with high-efficiency 'blackening,' swinging at him bone‑crafted weapons shaped like throwing knives and a whip‑sword.

They seem to be products made directly from his own body.

But that doesn't matter either, after all he has already fused and summoned Nigecalis.

Since unlocking this stable fusion formula, Aomo Lindun has always believed that as long as he prepares the stage and plays this monster card, everything will work out!

But obviously, he still overlooked something.

Whether it was interference from the music, or the hindrance caused by a few teammates' poor performance after being affected, he actually neglected the preparations he had made beforehand.

So when two seconds later, Huoerhaiya and Hexieshuaiya rushed onto the battlefield in their respective monster forms, shouting on the public screen, the entire Nigecalis dragon froze for a second.

One second was the limit of his hindered reaction speed, letting him instantly realize why those two had appeared; once he grasped that, the mystery of Biquetes's appearance could be postponed, because compared to this, his handy multithreading was already feeding back worse facts.

——Meaning that Miss Arturo's little tune hasn't stopped yet.

Amid the trembling of the card that lets the demon ZERO, as if trying to see who outside is disturbing the peace, Aomo thought he would be hard‑pressed to restrain three newly unruly troublemaker teammates.

As it turned out, those three new unruly troublemaker teammates came to pull him instead.

While pulling him, they also shouted on the public screen—two were subtly feinting east while striking west, and one bluntly gave him an ASMR in his ear.

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Aomo didn't know whether the theater staff monitoring the test had been frightened silly by this workplace camaraderie, but he himself already had a big enough head.

But when it came to acting, his big head didn't make him hesitant at all—showing that the big snake's ASMR hadn't made his other head big, and there's still a long way to go.

Moreover, there's still a long way to go here, and it's not just Huoerhaiya.

Xiqifeng was seeking a channel to contact the outside while being pursued, Feidelike was looking for a way to stop his older cousin's zither playing, and Aomo himself was hesitating whether to respond to the affection of a girl whose age and clumsiness both increased, while what does the Sirius star symbolize?

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Indeed, she is now in peak condition; when the venue's BGM switched to 【Free Tango】, everything was going clatter‑clatter.

With her fully liberated deep‑seated obsession paired with a nearly resonant monster card, she had almost pushed the upper limit of the Dark Lugiel card to the extreme.

But……

Everyone also knows that Dark Lugiel's stats are rather fickle and generally lean toward humor.

It cannot be compared to Zaki, who debuted killing and kept slaying until Noah appeared, and even in cameo appearances rarely loses its cool—

So she never gained an advantage from the start.

Yet she also wasn't completely pushed to the disadvantage.

After all, this Zaki isn't the original version.

Earlier, Aomo was still tangled over how to scoop up a Sirius star, but now he has to admit he judged too soon.

Now he is fully willing to believe that the stage device's simulation of Zaki's stats was filled in with feet.

Frankly, it's actually quite reasonable.

After all, thinking back to when Zaki went on a rampage, was sealed off by a barrier, and was blocked by the theater guards together with the police for no more than five minutes, he also can't help doubting that the theater's detection device gathered insufficient data on Zaki's combat power then, and its estimated simulation model is far off.

Thinking that just filling in weight and strength for a typical fifty‑ to sixty‑meter giant and reinforcing a bit would be enough—ordinary audiences couldn't handle it—but then, what about audiences who can likewise become fifty‑ to sixty‑meter giants?

Perhaps this is exactly the reason Miss Arturo's obviously spur‑of‑the‑moment proposal could be approved right away.

Long before their drama‑test preparations, Aomo had already seen from afar that they were debugging many things; when the stage device started up, besides consuming electricity there was also a high‑density magic‑spirit vortex compressing the source energy—a spectacle perceivable only by magic‑related cultivators as a 'gazing' marvel, yet likewise a vista visible only when ultra‑large source‑energy equipment fires up.

Such a grand‑scale device's launch posture is indeed the spec that the Gu Lan Ji Nie Er Ju Yuan Theater ought to have, but to say it was started up just for the sudden visit of this trio……

Would a troupe that rejects fairy tales and sees itself as real also have this kind of hospitable goodwill?

It makes it seem as if this place also has its own fans.

It has its fair share of enemies, too.

Rather than hoping these people worship you, it's better to consider what they know about the power you wield and how they can suitably test this drama's first attempt at simulating extraterrestrial cosmic life.

So does that count as a win‑win?

Gazing at the distant Dark Lugiel turning the tide from disadvantage to advantage, Aomo clicked his tongue and had to admit it.

After all, he isn't obsessed with a 1:1 replica of the original Zaki; he wants a result driven by the Sirius star's obsession.

Seeing that this could be smoothly achieved, he even dropped the idea of turning back to bring up an investigation.

——At this very moment, that Dark Lugiel's appearance is the result of her demanding a card from Aomo, taking it in a tone not very polite, like the prelude to Megatron's darkening before the origin of the fickle‑hearted Diamond.

But if she could truly produce hunting results, being a bit more wolf‑fierce wouldn't matter.

Aomo has always stood on realistic grounds to chase ideal outcomes; he dislikes fairy tales, believes only in results, and doesn't sweat the small stuff.

He can unreservedly, in the form of Nigecalis, stomp and explode the earlier nagging playwright who suddenly transformed to attack him, and his coworkers including Arturo.

He can also drag down the overly extreme love‑expressing feathered serpent, slam it to the ground, then pierce the core of its mechanical wings with the cannon on his arm, thwarting its flight‑reassembly premise, then immediately turn back, focus his gaze, and see the light‑blue pearl on his forehead flash white.

Whoosh!

A pitch‑black iridescent beam straight‑cut the laser volley shooting from the series of whisker‑like manes on the Bollbainde monster.

Not to protect the city, but to leave room for Xiqifeng and Feidelike to gallop.

He hasn't forgotten that, aside from the stage monsters still combining into ant‑sized units, his two teammates lack the ability and means to become giant beasts or to defend against them.

Although no one has ever heard of fatalities in this theater before, and there are usually some immersive murder‑mystery or RPG‑style emergency safety designs, still, experiencing being vaporized by a beam is something best avoided.

This is a treatment not often seen even on a Gundam set, let alone a teammate's beam.

They answered the words, raised a hand to suppress the loss of control, and with a hulking form over a hundred meters tall and a mechanized vision watched over the safety of the two tiny teammates and the battle situation beside the fifty-six-meter-tall teammate, also having to tend to this side, which seemed like two giant beasts but were actually three women whose resentment, left unaddressed for too long by them, had exploded.

He was again surrounded by the exhaustion of adulthood, and really wanted to step on that guy who said he probably liked fairy tales again.

He didn't know whose shadow that jerk had seen on him, really wanted that bird-person to see his current predicament, and wanted to ask that bird-person whether the person they knew still seemed able to get up.