Chapter 1567: with translation of chapter title

No. 182: Feel free to drop by more often.

Indeed, a consistent childhood brings consistent hobbies; once you measure yourself against it, it's hard to see how that personality—while not especially enthusiastic about the Ultraman clan, yet not outright dislike—could have turned out this way.

But it's only seeming.

After all, they have the title "Beast King," which sounds not very positive, at best a neutral moniker; consider also the Ultraman clan's perpetually excessive sense of justice… Of course, the strongest witness among them…

In fact, it was Yisamala who was by His side when they first met the Beast King.

He brought a group of Faction with an utterly unconstrained demeanor, his mindset also going with the flow; to Aomo, this was markedly different from the one at home.

Frankly, calling the Ultraman clan space police or space gangsters is just teasing; that's why some opposing extraterrestrials curse them from the heart.

——Of course, we must also exclude the Light Star of Lipiya's world line.

Then, setting aside the Light Star and that embarrassing, numbers‑based dark‑side gimmick within the Ultraman clan, it is the great love in their hearts that is chiefly why they are recognized as an exceptionally ideal and miraculous civilization.

Before such a people, if you are merely a neutral party, there should be little friction; but if you allow or even indulge the emergence of catastrophes…

If so, the Beast King would unexpectedly be able to tolerate it—or perhaps he himself feels he was wrong?

Now Aomo has only one question: in the Beast King's universe, does the crackdown on monster‑related matters include the Office of the Land of Light?

"They, they assisted the investigation."

He answered, but not completely, prompting Aomo to subtly swipe the screen before him.

"Nothing else?" he couldn't help asking.

Although assisting investigation is already a form of abetting, merely hearing it sounds more like working as a federal partner than the Ultraman clan's usual justice‑driven drawing of swords to help.

To Aomo, this already amounts to a declaration of stance.

It shows that these beings lack enthusiasm for sealing off monster‑related matters.

Yet this fits the Beast King's reaction of resenting the Ultraman clan while restraining himself from acting—so his grudge against them becomes purely a personal vendetta of dark history.

——Knowing he was wrong at first, knowing those Ultraman were doing right, yet still remembering the unpleasantness of being beaten, he seeks a chance to trip them up!

You… should I say you're a bit childish, or a bit of a third wheel?

"Many more people have been drawn in… many who shouldn't have ended up there…"

Although he has lost his social experience, and thus should have lost Aomo's ability to read micro‑expressions and body language to infer psychology, Aomo has repeatedly suspected that this person possesses pure mind‑reading ability.

Otherwise, it's hard to explain how, while I'm still thinking, He follows my train of thought and says that.

"Those people ought to have had more choices; the options I offered…… if it weren't for their interference……"

But His following words continued in the same self‑absorbed manner, not a rebuttal to my doubt, leaving Aomo unsure whether this is feigned ignorance.

But it's not a big deal; after all, even if He truly had mind‑reading ability, it's likely turned off most of the time. Otherwise, given the crowds at expos and schools along the way, even the Beast King's decent multitasking would require considering whether He wants to listen.

Thus the demon didn't press the topic, just listened to His continuation and then said:

"But before it could be fulfilled, an accident occurred, steering everything toward a development you didn't want to see."

After those words, Aomo witnessed a noticeable shift in the Beast King's eye‑light frequency.

From blood‑red to dark red to pale red, thinking that this guy's state now, compared to a ghost armor, perhaps resembles a Transformer, before hearing His deep, reverberating sigh.

"Without atoning for merit with guilt, they all become creatures deserving death ten thousand times over."

"And they really died?"

"They died." the Beast King answered.

"Not even a soul remained; no matter which side, everyone possesses sufficiently efficient killing techniques—as for those Faction……"

He fell silent for a moment.

"Dying with a mutated spirit, the soul extracted still bears that twisted form; compared to leaving something behind after death, those who completely erase their former traces may be the most thoroughly dead."

"That sounds like a suggestion for me to handle these Faction here."

"I'm merely informing you of the consequences of spiritual mutation."

"Can't the Federal Medical Soul‑Axe service restore it?"

"Perhaps it can."

"So those creatures have no right to enjoy such service?"

"Exactly."

"Then what about them is worth your lingering remembrance?"

Aomo felt this didn't connect, after all, neither he nor the Beast King he sees seems the type to fixate on such people.

"Not them," the Beast King turned his head, gazing toward the rear mountain, the light in his eyes returning to that dark red, "they aren't important; what matters is me, for I promised them they could be."

It was a promise…… Aomo thought, this at least connects, letting him guess the forthcoming development.

"But because of some sudden developments, the result ended up a mess?"

Although not elaborated, reaching this point amounts to the same as a detailed explanation. What the Beast King cannot accept is not their deaths, but that his promised future was disrupted; moreover, since those people have indeed each committed grave sins deserving death, he cannot take the moral high ground to retaliate, and any action would draw the wrath of the whole environment.

"Always recklessly causing trouble, over and over, and all that blame falls squarely on me."

"Did you eventually act?"

"He nearly ruined that universe," the Beast King said calmly, "I and they each stepped back, yet it doesn't stop certain clueless brats from constantly provoking."

"I really doubt those brats you mention are younger than you."

Aomo's expression was subtle, yet he sighed the moment the other's gaze met his.

Even the ability to read an Ultraman's emotions had already sensed heavy fatigue in that dark‑red gaze.

"I guess Sai Luo and Jie De are in there?"

"Hmm."

"But I don't think they'd be so indiscriminate."

"Some guidance, some misunderstanding—action doesn't need many reasons."

"Well, but I have to remind you, in this universe, my relationship with those two has always been good."

So when I came to see you, I didn't bring two unconscious gifts.

Then I really have to thank you for your thoughtfulness.

Don't mention it, but can this reflection really count as helping with training?

Of course, this will be an excellent reference record; in the future, when it spreads to cover Bai Ren, Qianming, and Lu Daofu, facing the Gechengwangpai cultivated by Aisi and Sai Luo will also be a different kind of surprise.

And Jie De? He also has a horse girl under him—why that expression?

"... You really don't even spare kids, huh." Aomo said softly.

Compared to the ambiguous-age group of 'Young Aos', Chao Cang Lu is a genuine young man; considering social experience, he can even be called a youth.

I only let you compete on this horse girl road to determine superiority; that's already enough, for your sake.

Don't rush; when you rush like that, you can't even speak clearly.

Aomo said, glancing at the monitor where the Beast King was still maintaining; unlike the previous lukewarm dialogue and technical preparations, now it has become a struggle between giants and giant beasts.

But those three Ailisuzhi are unusually gathered around a small table, except one is in a pose of being pressed onto a cross by gravity bonds.

"Not bad, compared to the Ailisuzhi I know, she's not lacking either." The Beast King said relievedly.

He also gazed at the screen, as if forgetting the embarrassment just now, perhaps because the screen was showing a transfer of embarrassment.

Even if she had been captured from the very beginning, she could still have planned everything, leaving both ego and id unable to cope; even if she admits defeat now, she should be able to easily oppose that Milk Bath.

"What? Do I have a problem understanding horse girls?"

"... It's not that; quality can indeed manifest to a considerable extent as running ability..."

However, classmate Milk Bath has already passed the classic age; at least half a year, we can't expect her to break into the Brittany racecourse... Regarding this, Aomo is thinking about how to tell this guy who's only been here for a dozen days.