Chapter 1593: NO. 207: Speaking Frankly from the Heart

NO. 207: Speaking Frankly from the Heart

Not taking a juvenile form but shaped like a proportionally scaled-down ordinary hawk, the Magabasa circled in midair, then slowly descended.

Compared to most birds, its legs were noticeably thicker and sturdier, like a tribute to dinosaur ancestors, and it strained to grip the young man's raised arm.

"Looks pretty feisty."

The brown-haired horse girl stood aside, eyeing the fleshy puppet wobbling on the trainer's wrist, then retorted: "Its feet don't seem evolved for gripping."

"In theory, it can flex and extend to a similar extent."

Similarly staring at the Magabasa straining to balance on his arm with all its might, Aomo, who had been tugging at an invisible thread, finally released his grip and reached out to catch it as it fell.

"But I still need to get used to it."

"Why don't I readjust it for you? After all, this isn't a real Magabasa—just a product of Aibolong cells mimicking a skin—adjusting it could make it closer to the raptor you want."

"No need." Aomo shook his head.

"It's meant as a control challenge; the one truly interested in raptors is Bai Ren, not me."

"What's the difference? This shape is exactly what you want." Suzi spread her hands.

"How would you think of this without liking raptors? Or has she secretly snuck up to make you miss her while we weren't looking?"

"You always think about things unrelated to training," having heard this person's brazen nonsense these days, Aomo could naturally accept the remark with a weary sigh: "That's why your skill learning is slower than Chazuo's."

"Nonsense! Chazuo naturally has rich experience in source energy cultivation!"

Concerning training performance, the horse girl in charge immediately jumped up.

"Didn't you say her cross-disciplinary necromancy experience is a major strength? And didn't you urge us to consult her more? It's only natural she's faster than me."

"Did you consult her?"

"... Even after another day, I still won't be able to say it!"

"There are only 15 days left until the Derby; do you really want to waste a day throwing a tantrum?"

"Fifteen days isn't much? Even if you spent it drawing comics, you could do over a hundred chapters—enough for a quarter!"

"Don't distort your roommate's isolated case into a general truth; you live in a reality where, after just 360 hours, you must step onto the battlefield, based on the same popularity‑third foundation as before."

"What the heck! What the heck! Is getting third my fault? Where's the victory the trainer promised back then?!"

Someone seemed a bit heated, starting the twelfth round of finger‑pointing after the Gaoyue Prize.

"Who was it? Even after the race, they first went to talk to another horse girl—I really can't tell whose attendant they are."

"?"

In the silence, Aomo gave a look of surprise, only to be met with greater dissatisfaction from the other side: "You? What?"

"I said you should come talk to me one by one; shouldn't you decide the order yourselves?"

"Don't you think dodging responsibility like this is worse? Guinea‑pig‑kun~"

"I see—so how does Suzi plan to trample the teammates' opportunities?"

"What do you mean 'trample'? How terrible! Guinea‑pig‑kun's wording is awful—this awful guinea‑pig‑kun must be told to everyone!"

"What a sharing spirit, Miss Ailisuzhi—would you like to share more of those private‑talk insights with the teammates?"

"Don't change the subject! Do you still remember what the original topic was?"

"The plasticity of Aibolong cells in mimicking life; earlier, it was about why we had to bring so many people."

"Why did we have to arrive so early!!" Suzi frowned, dissatisfied.

"Because this is the core of training—whether yours or mine……"

Saying that, he slightly raised his hand; the pocket‑sized Magabasa that fell from his palm flapped its wings again, straining to hover beside him to occupy Suzi's field of view together.

Then he slightly turned his body, gazing at the several teaching‑building plans erected against the mountain, which together looked like an exaggerated, crown‑shaped Telesen.

Above, the sky even showed different times.

Sunny days, blood moons, dark clouds—different heavenly phenomena each illuminated different buildings.

Far off, you could see white specks at the edge of buildings resembling the instinct‑letter academy from a KLK set.

Those are Telesen's students; though few are real—only dozens—the rest are NPCs on stage, yet still, as just discussed——

As a project meant for squad training, the actual number of participants is unnecessarily large.

And the reason for this sudden development lies solely in a string of dialogue:

"No, just a few girls—nothing troublesome."

"How many would count as troublesome?"

"At the level of the Carmilla we saw before, even a hundred wouldn't be a problem."

"Be conservative— the idea of a hundred isn't as humorous as Belludora."

"I just feel you lack sufficient understanding of my abilities and of the mental‑plane monsters."

"If that's the case, then I can relax."

"?"

Even a Beast King, no matter how dull, should sense something off from that meaningful gaze—though He is indeed still not overconfident.

Even if the other side truly began contacting the chairman and organizing his desired large‑scale self‑participation training event, He still had nothing to fear.

Handling a few is no trouble; handling dozens is no pressure—in fact, it gives a more legitimate reason to send to base and extend that brief leave.

——

"What a Beast King—acting like a kid who has to check in with family before an overnight trip."

"You came here to provoke, right?"

At the highest point of the simulated campus stage, before the Back Mountain Abandoned Shrine—which originally rose behind the academy and, after theatrical alteration, reaches straight to the clouds—the Beast King stands.

Here He can silently overlook the whole field, ready at any moment to suppress the few key horse girls and the filler little girls, while also being quite satisfied with the myriad desires drawn out by the cello's tone deep within them.

Compared to the peaceful daily life observed on campus, that radical, obsessive picture is what gives it meaning, reminding Him of His distant memories of walking on Earth.

As for that cello sound, it impartially encouraged desire...

They were ineffective against Aomo Lindun, let alone any hope of breaking through the Hei'an armor's blockade.

What a pity, the Hei'an armor only filtered the emotion put into the cello sound, yet it didn't filter out the suddenly sounded greeting at all.

That voice sounded young and refreshing, yet it was also one of the few things in this universe that could make the Beast King unusually irritable.

The reason lies solely in the two words Sai Luo.

The leading figure of the younger generation in the Land of Light, relying on the treasure gifted by Nuoya—the Paraji Shield with spacetime-travel ability—could be active on various battlefronts even in the mid-stage before their debut.

After making some progress in controlling the Radiant Overlimit Form, they could, as soon as fully charged, join various battlefields, mainly to maximize their presence.

Such presence also appeared in the Beast King's past experiences, successfully becoming the star the Beast King despised most.

"How could that be? I came especially to chat with you, and you really have nothing here."

"None of your business."