Chapter 1611: line with translation of chapter title

NO．225：Since you're here

"What do you want to learn?"

"What?"

"Oh, I see. Then let me rephrase my question…"

Seeing the Beast King even puzzled and turning his head to look, Aomo pondered briefly, then spoke again.

"What do you want to know?"

"…"

That question left the other party silent.

Perhaps someone might feel this remark is an insult rooted in a retort, and the Beast King's silence also seems like astonishment before a fury.

However, the facts developed otherwise: after staying silent for four seconds, They spoke again.

"What… what does it feel like?"

The perpetually hoarse, deep voice revealed no emotion, yet the red light in the eye sockets beneath the ferocious faceplate hinted at a hint of seriousness.

That's right.

Aomo thought.

It's actually not hard to realize, after all, intervening and influencing someone's life is quite ordinary in modern society.

As long as you don't simply view it as a marital relationship or similar companionship, but as a memory, an influence, you'll find that in today's society, everyone lives this way.

When you suddenly understand because of others' words, when you imitate others' actions, or even do things you normally wouldn't to commemorate certain people…… you should somewhat realize that the current you is pieced together from many people's influences.

This is human social nature.

This makes people consider intervening and influencing others as natural, and such interference usually seems trivial, not worth discussing whether it's easy or hard.

As long as you constantly interact with people and remain a member of society, you cannot avoid that responsibility, especially when you are a public figure, you will more often hear words urging you to restrain your speech and behavior.

Unintentionally, some people will indeed take you as a benchmark, and you will undeservedly bear some of their karma.

Idols are like this, stars are like this, gods even more so, so Aomo replied: "You want to ask about this?"

"Haven't you already borne that? Those followers, those people who had to report before letting you come—do you really think you have nothing to do with them?"

"Just a heads-up," the Beast King coldly drew the line, "I also never listen to those blind followers' titles."

Although faith can indeed be transformed into a kind of actual energy, allowing many faith-based gods to rise and fall each year—it could be called the lowest and quickest path to godhood, yet also the most lacking in substance—but…

There indeed exists a being like the Beast King, who stands on a certain concept or phenomenon yet rejects all faith, desiring only to exist as an independent entity, unconstrained by anyone.

Aomo has no doubt that the Beast King's boredom stems from this excessive freedom.

Imagine an immensely powerful existence without family, indifferent to followers, drifting through the universe—wherever They go, what attitude would everyone have, what would they look like?

People either dare not speak up, or are constantly plotting to take Them down.

Aomo believes that the reason this hasn't come to pass is thanks to the base They mentioned, and thanks to the existence of Bai Ren and Yi Samala.

But perhaps it is precisely because of these people's existence that the mixed and chaotic members of the Beast Cult dare to provoke their faith's lord.

A group chasing monster power, indulging in monster hearts, can be that crazy to challenge the source of bestiality—no surprise, really. As someone who has shattered the maddening root, that ancient cosmic monster king of the Gu Li Te universe, Aomo's view is all the more convincing.

Honestly speaking, the maddening root's parasitic worm and the Beast King's lonely old king status shouldn't be considered the same standing.

"Well then… setting aside followers for now, you certainly bear the livelihood of everyone in your base, right? Can you deny that?"

"Huh?" Aomo raised a hand, tapping his pauldron with his knuckles, sending a chain of ice shards down and causing a hollow echo inside.

"Drum set?"

Completely ignoring Aomo's gesture—transmitting force through his whole body, which could be seen as a provocation or threat—the Beast King's attention subtly fell on the noise and vibration produced when that strike sent power resonating across the metal surfaces.

This also made Aomo's gaze look bewildered.

"How do you still have this kind of insight?"

"……You're still playing?"

"Just, someone in the base is playing."

"I see, that really gave me a start."

"Is it necessary to be this serious?"

"I thought my abandoned skills had been outclassed by the lowest version of sociability—this truly is a vivid sense of humiliation."

"... I also feel it, that thing called humiliation."

"Just don't feel it."

Aomo, having slipped his hand into his clothing pocket, said while gazing into the distance at the area where sparks and lightning flashed, quite lively; although it's true that many NPC students simulating campus atmosphere filled the stage, under the campus where the 'Desire for Recognition' BUFF is constantly active, they and the other guests alike going berserk truly gave Aomo a sense of Central Tiresen's atmosphere.

— Aside from not having especially extreme frenzy, Central Tiresen is indeed this noisy.

Every few days there are some campus activities, strange festivals, song and dance, competitions, sports meets, and even oddities like eating contests, beauty comparisons, body comparisons……

Only staying in places like the activity room or training field would it be relatively quiet.

This is Central Tiresen.

The earnestly cutthroat competitors all stand out as unworldly, making it hard for them to participate in those strange activities.

Meanwhile, those who are not yet trainers and have not started their careers stand out for their colorful campus life.

Trainers usually fall between the two; although most don't participate in those activities, they inevitably have to pass by from time to time, and may even have to pull out their occasionally rebellious horse girl from within.

Then, having deeply felt the clamor of Central Tiresen, they also praise the stage simulation of the Gu Lan Ji Nie Er Ju Yuan theater for truly capturing the essence; setting aside the playwright, those who manipulate the stage props can indeed be called professional.

"What you're already bearing, as long as you have a responsive awareness, you can break free from the past state; all you need is to take that step, rather than ask me what feeling."

"If that really doesn't work, you could try colliding spiritually with the outer god here; you might gain a clearer insight."

Aomo muttered offhandedly.

"Ordinary outer gods perhaps don't have this effect, but this great theater's outer god… I always feel it's overly chasing desire, feeling quite close to the Na Ya lineage."

Speaking seriously, this is a very sound suggestion, because given the Beast King's stature, it would only blow the other party apart.

If the true form were to descend, it would unbalance the gold content of the universe bubble; it is absolutely incomparable to those outer gods that can only barely exert some abilities by relying on some medium.

Some people must truss their hands and feet just to enter; others cannot send their voice without a phone. Only then can we say the gap between outsiders can be this exaggerated.

「He, even when you were messing with that Rudolf, I had already dispersed him。」

「Huh... 」

Upon hearing that, Aomo swiped twice on the administrator's UI, unfortunately seeing no column related to outer gods on it.

「At that time, it seemed to plan revenge, increased its output, and I slapped it back。」

「You didn't slap it to death, did you? 」

「No, 」 the Beast King said lightly, 「it just seems to have made it vomit something here. 」

「Then I'll have to report to the Two Worlds Safety Bureau later, 」 Aomo, upon hearing that, quickly swiped his own terminal UI, 「No matter if it's an alien world's evil god or some obscure universe, related items must undergo filtering treatment; who knows what germs and radiation are hidden. 」

「Really busy, your life. 」

「There are losses and gains; the more you increase sociality, the more you can gain and the more you must bear; you should know this. 」

「Yeah, so, just curious, not willing to imitate. 」

「You can do as you like, but how many days do you plan to stay here? After that, can you attend the Jidong Derby and the Dream Cup midway? 」

「Sai Luo and Lipiya, are they training? 」

「Yes, they will compete in the Dream Cup midway; as for Gechengwangpai, on the other hand, Jie De's side, if Mi Yu runs smoothly, facing me should also be the Arima Memorial at year-end. 」

「Then... Dream Cup, midway. 」

「Then you might as well stay a few more days, since the Jidong Derby and Dream Cup are so close; having come all this way, you might as well watch another game. 」