Chapter 1564

NO. 179: Thread One, a development far beyond expectations.

In fact, it was precisely because he had already sensed a bit of the grudge between the Beast King and the Ultra Clan when they first met, so Aomo never brought his Ultra friends when he went to see the Beast King.

It's not just that he doesn't bring them when meeting; one could say that ever since the Beast King appeared in this universe, Aomo has not contacted Sai Luo and Jie De regarding the follow-up of the Chasing Light Club.

Even the request to Gulte, who originally helped find the person, he said there was no major problem for now and declined their enthusiastic offer to help all the way.

After all, to be frank, Gulte may not be an Ultraman, but...

But that appearance, that combat system, that mode of existence...

Through the transmigrator channel, one can indeed know that these two IP images are under Tsuburaya; borrowing a reference is no big deal, but looking at it, the Beast King who has been drifting in space for many years seems isolated—does he even have such awareness? Aomo, still unsure of the extent of this grudge, simply chose to slack off.

——Better not to invite trouble; just don't bother Gulte and Yuta.

Forgive him; he's just a weak-willed demon pressured by that period's high-intensity "real life" lifestyle, trying to keep things simple.

However, to be frank, after hearing Lipiya say that he had met the Beast King face-to-face without conflict, Aomo felt much more at ease.

Perhaps, just like my relationship with Zhouri Ningjing, the Beast King and the Ultra Clan are such that they'd slap each other on meeting but not truly break ties; thus even if three Ultramen were simultaneously present behind the school hill, Aomo didn't pay much attention to the Beast King's lingering fluctuations on campus.

At least by personally performing the ritual to summon them, Aomo now shares some theological mutual perception with the Beast King; this operation, if placed in the Beast Cult, would be that of a high priest, more orthodox than the Gou Bayuchi Symbol.

But this is clearly not worth boasting about, so Aomo merely regards it as a convenient transmission advantage.

No need to send a location via phone; a dot on the mental mini-map is nothing more than the true Duìyou mode—just as that dot draws nearer to the rear hill...

"Master?"

He couldn't help but turn his head, prompting Bopang, who was wiping his hair beside him, to ask doubtfully, and also causing Aizhi, who was holding the hairdryer beside him, to glance over.

"What's wrong? Is there any situation with Suzi?"

The two girls hadn't considered any potential hidden danger from the Beast King; given their slight scheming, they were still good friends—same team, same age, sharing a room—so naturally their concern remained with the so-called captain whose condition hadn't improved.

Well, back then she only cared about her self-proclaimed captain title, which nobody paid attention to; but now Aomo thinks that if she could, just as in the video she once recorded for him, rely on the achievements she's always been proud of to break through that barrier...

This is like the protagonist's confusion arc common in tokusatsu, not relying on senior guidance or grim warnings, but pulling friends to help change one's state—if successful, its value is undoubtedly extraordinary.

This is just like the confused protagonist segment often seen in tokusatsu—no reliance on senior guidance, no reliance on tragic drama wake‑up call, but rather dragging friends along to help change one's situation——if it succeeds, its worth is naturally extraordinary.

But you certainly can't just wait for that side to succeed.

You must consider the possibility of failure inherent in this.

Even if the opponent isn't truly fighting Carmilla, but rather it's a battlefield of interfering with oneself, precisely because it's such a battlefield, conventional standards of victory and defeat in combat don't apply.

The team members also understand this, so their hearts are filled with worry.

Although there have been some minor scheming these days, at this critical moment nobody wishes for the future opponent to be absent.

The irony is that, although Aomo indeed had an unconscious countermove, when faced with this question he first blinked in surprise.

Because he really wasn't worried about Suzi.

Considering failure is a habit, choosing to firmly believe is a self; he won't forget the possibility he saw before signing the contract—that possibility made him willing to await a blossoming result in silence, and also made him especially patient these days, only now extending his hand this morning.

And the little screen that was delivered undoubtedly serves as the best feedback for that trust, allowing him to issue a verdict before acting.

And the little screen that was delivered is undoubtedly the best feedback for this trust, allowing him to pass judgment before taking action.

In that tiny statue brimming with outer god power fluctuations, the tremendous impact like a boiling sea and shaking mountains would likely be felt by all spiritually sensitive individuals in the academy.

However, the struggle confined within the flesh, no matter how grand, remains merely an illusion; they cannot pinpoint the source in a short time, and the closer they get, the more lost they become, forcing Aomo to type a request to the AI Three Goddesses to draw a temporary boundary for him.

No need to inform Miss Jun Chuan either; as the helper in the case investigation, the AI Three Goddesses are still willing to grant Aomo a blanket approval, suppressing the matter to mere rumors that will disappear in a few days.

No need to inform Miss Jùnchuān anymore; as the assistants in the case investigation, the AI Three Goddesses are still willing to grant Aomo an unrestricted permission, suppressing the matter to the point where only a few rumors circulate and it will vanish completely in a few days.

That being's concealment method is hardly a regular optical distortion; Aomo can see Him because it's akin to the treatment granted to devout believers who, by divine grace, may behold a god—whereas others… even the true Three Goddesses would struggle to discern the traces of that entity's obscured form, and the AI monitoring the whole academy would struggle to notice it visually.

That being's concealment method is hardly a regular optical distortion; Aomo being able to see them is also due to a treatment akin to that of devout believers who, by divine grace, can directly behold a god——if it were anyone else……even the genuine Three Goddesses would struggle to detect the traces hidden by that being's de‑materialization, and the AI monitoring the whole campus would also struggle to notice it visually.

Although one wouldn't normally consider the scenario of a high god personally invading, Aomo still made a note, deciding to mention it to Miss Jun Chuan later.

Although generally speaking, one wouldn't consider the situation of a higher deity personally invading, Aomo still made a note, deciding to mention it later to Miss Jinchuan.

After any industry grows large, one must guard against various forms of invaders; even deities are nothing remarkable in this Holy Terra Federation, and though higher deities are an extremely strict screening, there are still some rather nervy and subtly mixed individuals lurking among them, making it hard for Aomo to say "absolutely impossible".

"Suzi's side is fine; on the other hand, the other side……"

"？"

Bopang instinctively tilted their head, then exchanged a glance with Aizhi.

Both of them found it somewhat unexpected, since, according to their respective impressions of the trainer, after saying Suzi was fine they would usually add something like "at least for now" or "for the time being"; instead, they simply skipped mentioning the other side……

To claim that the other side was so urgent as to allow ignoring Ailisuzhi's side, the two girls simply didn't believe it.

The trainer's indulgence of Suzi is obvious to all; her ever‑tolerated willfulness is exactly the sort of treatment other horse girls envy, but if mishandled it could easily send Suzi straight to becoming a good‑for‑nothing, ending up as a nobody among the crowd—a fate that, for a horse girl, is as cruel as it gets and best shows the trainer's boldness and heretical ways.

But everyone also accepted it, because a few days earlier everyone had already heard the trainer's explanation in private discussions and worries.

"Heretical methods are necessary," he said at that time.

"In the objectively fair classic Triple Crown, the only source of unfairness is differences in individual foundation and training methods; to win on such a battlefield, do you really think talent and sweat alone are enough?"

"Of course, there's also strategy."

"Strategy covers tactics in running style, psychology, and running technique—this is what you horse girls need to pay attention to."

"But the trainer also has things to worry about—this is about what kind of training method will let you truly stand out and accumulate the capital to reap a Triple Crown."

"With equal talent, equal sweat, and the same training method, victory comes down to on‑the‑spot performance— for this phenomenon I have an optimization plan: what the public calls heretical methods."

Quick‑fix shortcuts are often seen as the petty cleverness of those who seek shortcuts and bring about their own ruin.

But in Aomo's view, it differs from the orthodox path only in the weighting of cost, gain, and hidden risks.

As a certain German maid horse girl put it: it can be quantified.

Being quantifiable means it can be controlled, which usually requires calculation and observation in equal measure, utmost meticulousness and rigor—Aomo has already prepared for this.

Using the kind of will‑training that ordinary people would call crazy to elevate innate skills requires not only abnormal tools like monster cards, but can also involve extraordinary assistants.

Of course, this is referring to Chazuo.

Not……

"Aomo Lindun!"

A point of light that was still in front of the distant mountain a second ago suddenly appeared right before his face, causing Aomo to involuntarily step back two steps under the doubtful gazes of the two horse girls, as he looked at the beast king who seemed neither to stutter nor to be holding back, and even appeared a bit more emotional than usual in his speech, listening to His next words:

"Your training, do you need help?"

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