Chapter 1563

NO．178：Thread Two．Campus Solo Walk

Monster (Kaiju).

Its massive build, ferocious appearance, born able to leap beyond the ordinary ecological system, turning into a natural disaster that easily destroys the food chain.

Their terrifying destructive power can often only be considered the foundation of their abilities; beyond that they can also possess the ability to move mountains and fill seas, swallow the foundations of planets, even the catastrophes of entire star systems, a cosmic calamity.

Such great power, such danger……yet that man uses it to train a group of running women?

The Beast King, who had some complaints about this, gazed into the distance.

He was still in Teresen.

Although he had already left Aomo Lindun's line of sight earlier, that lingering dissatisfaction in his heart, combined with his truly leisurely situation, resulted in this peculiarly strange scene at the moment.

The ominous-looking black-armored Ren was strolling beneath the cherry blossom path, moreover intersecting or walking alongside countless blooming-season girls and formally dressed trainers.

Of course, there was no intersection.

Although each step he took rang with a metal clanking sound, it was still beyond the keen hearing that those horse girls prided themselves on.

Precisely for this reason, he could walk undisturbed along the path, sweeping the campus between class bells with his unwavering sharp gaze.

To be honest, it feels somewhat fresh.

After all, he can't even recall how many years ago it was when he last walked in a similar scene.

Stepping to the extreme of life, becoming a monster—the very process of achieving that alone floods his mind with massive amounts of information, easily overwriting his innate memories. Even if he could rely on astonishing willpower to keep his identity from being crushed and torn apart, he likewise cannot avoid the result of being squeezed into a corner.

This makes his memory of Aomo Lindun especially distant and detached, and also renders the ordinary human sense of time inapplicable to the Beast King's perception.

In the universe where he was born, official records show him merely as a Beast King who has been active for no more than thirty-something years since records began.

But only he himself knows how many years and months he has actually lived through in his own eyes.

Therefore, when he was deprived of the name Aomo Lindun at the level of cosmic law, and even source-energy arts that core on his true name could only link to him via the title 'Beast King'……he didn't care at all.

He calmly accepted this reality, just as he often emphasizes his own difference to this universe's Aomo Lindun.

Whether from the perspective of constructing the source-energy ritual or from the human-resource cognition angle of building the plan, he believes emphasizing this difference is necessary, able to avoid many elementary mistakes that would only be realized when things come to a head.

But the other party always shows an attitude of mentally valuing it while merely going through the motions, which makes him somewhat troubled.

Troublesome as it may be, the Beast King clearly knows that the other party is deliberately being like this out of bad taste, so his dissatisfaction lies not here, but in the choice that obviously contains no joking intent.

In the universe where he originally lived, people exterminated monsters to the last, strictly banning the existence and circulation of anything related——yet they often couldn't control the dark undercurrents of society behind the scenes.

There, many people longed for, even worshipped, the monster imagery.

When such people become numerous, they gather into organizations.

And once an organization exists, desires gain the space to expand, leading to daring to take risks and the courage to challenge the law.

For a long period of time, the Beast King had direct contact, but more often indirect contact, with those people.

He doesn't need worshippers, but he is willing to contact collaborators and traders, who bring him some human societal knowledge and creations.

Although most are prepared for the monsters under his protection, the hard‑core followers and teams, he also retains a habit of observation, to survey everything that requires monster‑related things to fulfill those desires.

Over the past decade or so, he reckons he has seen too much brilliance and filth, vulgarity and strangeness, and has compiled a fairly complete set of options for how everyone might use monster power.

But——

To train horse girls?

Even if he truly had a few horse‑girl followers beside him, they would all be those who had long left the racetrack, choosing this dead‑end path as extremists.

I don't know what lofty opinions they'd have after hearing Aomo Lindun's idea, take for example Bai Ren.

He once had the urgent idea to send an order back to the ship, letting Bai Ren listen in, but that was merely a momentary impulse—if the folks on the ship really locked onto their target, then these remaining dozen or so days of leisure would hardly be peaceful.

He dislikes noise, and even now, while he is still observing, it's the same.

Naturally lively horse girls slip out of the teaching building between classes; some continue to linger on the cherry‑blossom forest path that lasts several weeks, others dash straight to the tracks of the field and training grounds, and even the choice to dash madly is usually not just one person—the sight of them running while chatting makes the Beast King wonder whether horse girls are a species that doesn't fear side stitches.

In the past he never asked those ladies, and now he has no one to communicate with.

Fortunately, he has long been accustomed to, when observing alone, leaving problems for his future self to solve—though he cannot help but deviate in his steps.

He is gradually leaving the main thoroughfare where orioles and swallows flutter, and begins to feel that such observation is meaningless.

A moment's observation can only reveal the surface of things, while the interior often requires time and reasoning.

He himself doesn't have this time.

He has previously visited the horse girls' racecourse site, and has also now watched these horse girls' learning and running.

Apart from feeling amazed that he hasn't seen such verdant campus scenery in who knows how long, there is no other stir.

Perhaps it's because he has watched for too short a time, insufficient to grasp the essence of what Aomo Lindun favors; but even if he is willing to believe that guy is certainly not a blind fool, he can only be certain that he cannot expect to see, in the short term, the scenery in that person's eyes.

That being the case, as in the past, let's seek common ground while reserving differences, he thinks.

In the past he has also seen too many vulgar, foolish dreams, and people who, for those goals, have plunged themselves into irredeemable ruin.

For such people, he usually feels nothing.

He neither likes nor gets angry, after all people are just like that, and he has seen far too much in that sea of information.

Only because his past connection with Aomo Lindun is deep enough does he slightly adopt a different viewpoint, and moreover, because of the other's choice, a faint displeasure arises.

There are countless directions for utilizing monster power, yet you use it to train a bunch of running athletes?

Compared to past observations, this is indeed quite innovative—the Beast King has still never heard of such a use before, but a little thought shows it's because in his hometown, anyone related to monsters is shouted down.

Even if trainers were to take an illegal route for training, they wouldn't seek such a wild path.

As for this world, this Aomo Lindun……

Whether he is simply making use of the cards in his hand or whether his brain has gone awry, the Beast King should by rights be indifferent, for he has seen so many Aomo Linduns, seen that bunch of fellows' different routes and deeds, and has never been angry at any particularly wild Aomo.

But largely it's because he's extorting himself over the deeds he's used for this matter, or because this fellow's Morrison is still alive, yet he didn't walk the path from his own memory, instead becoming some sort of training instructor and mercenary commander……

Is it taking out anger?

Unconsciously analyzing one's own, His steps paused, not very sure.

Just suddenly didn't want to go, wanted to leave here, continuing to waste time here was meaningless——when He had just used His sharp fingertips to slit open a narrow gap, intending to step forward, instead suddenly heard a sharp cry that broke the silence:

Let me continue! I can definitely open this road ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!

?

What the hell is this commotion?

Unconsciously focusing on the Beast King below, I only then realized I had unknowingly walked along the forest path into the edge of the back mountain.

Here there is no longer a flat road, only some faint mountain trails, and three layers of energy barriers that appear to twist light and even rewrite will.

And the noise it heard was right there.

The voice, though a bit overly full of breath, still had a faintly feminine tone.

Is that also a horse girl?

Just as that doubt rose in its mind, the next sentence made the red light beneath its eyes flare!

"Stop—! There's still plenty of time! Don't get so excited just because a junior has arrived!"

This voice…

Even if disguised as a human voice, the spectrum of the Light Clan is a mark that no amount of mixing could cause it to mistake.

And this mark is…

UltramanZero?!