Chapter 1590: NO.204: In the End, There Must Be a Result

NO. 204: In the End, There Must Be a Result

Ultimate high-heat nova, one strike already anchored the opponent's future of destruction, flames consumed the body, hurricane swept away the will.

Terrifying explosions followed that unstoppable trajectory, even covering half the side of a distant planet, leaving a huge gap still visible from over a hundred light-years away.

Before such firepower, Aomo's concern for dimensional stability is completely reasonable.

If even a slight tear is made in a dimensional rift, letting this firepower leak into other dimensions, it would be a catastrophe.

However, the overlap between dimensions is vast, so it's not certain to reach the main material world; indeed, the chance of reaching it is extremely low, and if a causality weapon paid even a little attention here, it could directly cut it off—

But Aomo did not say that.

He merely had Demon God Zero take Hei'an Zagi into the sky, avoiding the possibility of directly causing disaster in the interdimensional site and its corresponding main material world ZS City.

As long as you face away from the site/Earth, you can do whatever you want.

This Demon God Zero in his hand, though a facet of his deep inner self, does not mean it is easier to reason with than the original Demon God Zero.

After all, He is the hollow existence that Aomo has long restrained and bound; thus, He is obviously an existence whose behavior contrasts sharply with Aomo's outward demeanor.

However courteous, thoughtful, and friendly the demon usually is, He has the chance to reverse it all, inheriting the same destructive desire as the opponent, standing atop an even higher peak than Hei'an Zagi.

Of course, even so, Aomo did indeed reach an agreement with Him, namely his support and indulgence this time.

People living in the world always need to regulate their psyche.

Some play games to vent, some tend green plants to adjust, some love cats and children; whether sarcastic or sincere, it all ends up being an adjustment of the inner self.

Even though some people simply choose the wrong method, the more they vent, the more distorted they become.

Sometimes the venting has no effect at all—going to play a card game and ending up with higher blood pressure, etc…

Aomo's behavior does not carry that risk.

Because he is using monster cards to cut out the part of himself that is locked away, then periodically giving Him some freedom.

Compared to external mood adjustment, this diversion of deep-personality pressure only differs in whether the effect is obvious or not, with no possibility of further deterioration.

Merely reaching the agreement does not mean he can rest easy; he still must choose the timing of his speech, the content of his words, offering them as suggestions or reminders in a form He can accept.

Demon God Zero doesn't care whether the battlefield is land, sea, or space, but when you let Him move His body, you still need to watch what destruction He causes, and even bind His hands and feet or add weight…

Aomo might again experience the treatment of a doujin manga, being bound and squeezed in his seat by a bunch of conduits that can interfere with will, unable to affect the other side at all.

Just based on this level of danger, Demon God ZERO, even if not the genuine article, is already close enough that once His performance on the battlefield is witnessed, it will add another layer of search buzz.

Although it's also an unavoidable step, if it can be delayed until later, then delay it.

Recently there's nothing urgent needing hype for card demand; at least wait for the Sirius Dream Cup second-round sea selection to fail, then after the Spring Gu Ma Triple Crown second battle is sent, consider it later.

Thinking like that, it doesn't seem far off.

The results of the first round of the sea selection will be seen next week, followed immediately by the late-April Spring Tera Award; this schedule is indeed tight, and there's a reasonable and legitimate reason to disappear from school, dodge enthusiastic peers, and head straight to the back mountain—no one will notice.

But before that, we still need to deal with this roadside thing.

"Are you still alive? Do you still have your senses?"

Right now, he is truly squatting by the roadside, as if he thinks the other is dirty, like there's some deadly germ, using an iron-coffin-simulated gauntlet with iron claws to hook that black sleeve and shake it.

"..."

"Still acting as a destruction repeater?" He continued asking, receiving no reply.

Instead, a black sheep on top jeered: "You don't seem to hate him much, do you?"

"He's the Moon Rush Symbol—what's there to hate?"

After glancing at the screen's reply from the Speed Symbol, and the contact from Rudolf, Sirius, and Qianming a minute ago each with different thoughts, Aomo temporarily had no intention to reply to any of them, at most replying to the four girls under him who, after the performance ended, inquired about his condition.

What's there to check? Asking means you're in the restroom, asking means you're in the bathroom—alright, alright, your kidney functions are fine, stop asking; if you ask again it's sexual harassment. I'll be back in ten minutes; go meet with Xiao Xie and the others first, and don't bother me while I'm away! Especially you, Miss Suzi!

What? You're asking what I'm saying?

Just pretend; anyway, I've laid out the words…

Aomo, who also stopped responding, looked again at the thing under his feet—or rather, a lump; anyway, the person is alive.

"He gave me lots of cards and universal pool draw tickets the first time, and directly sent me Hei'an Zagi this good stuff the second time; I reckon even more interrogation could yield new gains—how could I dislike him?"

"You say that, but you don't welcome him."

"If I were to welcome him, where would Sirius put himself? He's at least caused me some trouble..."

"Has he given you trouble?"

Suddenly a hoarse, low male voice asked that; Aomo wasn't surprised at all, lifted his head, and immediately stood up.

"Hasn't he given you plenty of trouble?"

"I'm not you."

"Just treat it that way," Aomo glanced at the Beast King who had come over, signaling with his eyes at the Moon Rush Symbol on the ground, "Will you take it over?"

"No."

"What a blunt answer—if you were awake, you'd probably feel heartbroken."

"What he believes in is the status of the Beast King, not me," the Beast King said, glancing at the pedestrians walking out of the racecourse nearby who gave no glance this way, "And you all should need him to spill information about other followers."

"I think you definitely have monster cards that can skip the interrogation process."

"Don't even think about it."

"It's because you're so uncooperative that you've been shoved into this cosmic backwater."

"... Someone says that, about his own hometown?" The Beast King gave this guy a subtle look.

If I'm not mistaken, this guy has traces of the Rainbow Snake God, and it's not as an independent card entity; rather, most of the information is constantly attached.

This means the guy has already become the Rainbow Snake God, and his connection to the planet is far tighter than that of ordinary humans.

"You can say whatever about your hometown, but usually you don't let others say it," the guy said, then gave himself a sideways glance, "Come to think of it, aren't you supposed to go back in two days?"

"... The contract, is like this."

"Have you considered coming back? Let Morrison out now?"

"……"

"If you want to see how my training of the horse girls to deal with Jie De and Sai Luo turns out, you probably won't until the end of the year. You helped me so much before—there's no point in starting strong and finishing weak, right?"

"……"

"Don't look at me like that—I didn't arrange this, and your decision isn't the slightest bit of my scheming."

"... No matter what, I need to go back once."

"So you're saying you'll have to come back later? Then will you still see Morrison?"

"……"

"It's just a meeting; it shouldn't be dragged out too long, right? Hiding like some disobedient son—there's no need for that, right? You just saw grandma, didn't you?"

""A disobedient son? You aren't?" The Beast King was somewhat surprised."

"...? At this point you still think you're me?" This reaction made Aomo laugh until he almost put an opinion water drop on his forehead."

"Opinion water drop, hanging on the forehead, is a subtle way to express one's personal opinion. jpg"

"No matter what…"

"No matter what, I've rattled his window—you're finished, I'll call your father."

"……"

"The offense and defense flipped; now the opinion water drop appeared on the Beast King's forehead—I never thought I'd have such a frivolous, flighty moment before."