Chapter 1725: NO．339：Management

NO．339：Management's Unique Amateur

Kodala.

At first glance it sounds like the name of some yellow-skinned duck Pokémon, but it's actually the name of a huge, blue-skinned inflatable fatty. Dwelling on the seabed yet able to come ashore, it was once the "Doomsday Legend" of a certain world's Earth, bearing Earth's will to destroy the human civilization that threatened the planet's environment.

However, on the Earth of the Holy Terra Federation, it is superfluous.

So superfluous that it can only exist as a card, after all the Earth's will here is unclear, with only countless nature deities serving as instincts and tentacles—long ago everyone, after massive collisions with human society, had already reached peace, even cooperation agreements.

Nature deities also need to support a family, and need to earn a living; even Aomo, who loafs around with a divine title and does nothing, must have income from a law firm and trainer work to be considered well‑off, otherwise he really can't relax as a hands‑off manager.

Companies, religions, debuts—one must go through one of those; the divine realm also has entrepreneurial activities for gods, but you can't just casually start counterfeiting money to spend, otherwise you'll soon find yourself surrounded by police, and if the offense is serious enough even the mountain gates and temples could be sealed off for rectification.

This is the Holy Terra Federation: originating from human civilization, yet by mid‑course it had already joined the inter‑racial competition, and now its order blankets every territory.

The ocean is no exception.

Artificial seas are even more so.

So when you summon it directly to reside permanently, feigning a living monster, little Aomo is somewhat unable to hold back.

It's like seeing an ostrich with only its head buried in the sand, leaving one speechless, the first reaction being "What kind of trap is this thing designed as?"—it can only be a trap, after all; one can't possibly be unaware that the higher tier of monster‑card usage can directly sense monster fluctuations.

If one has seen enough, is willing to ponder and compare, one can even directly discern whether the opponent is a genuine monster or a monster‑card manifestation—and the opponent still wouldn't know this?

It shouldn't be.

If they were truly a member of the Beast‑Teaching Sect, at least they'd be an organization capable of ambushing the Beast King on the cosmic bubble layer, so researching monster cards like these ought to be basic, right?

Could it be that the organization is conducting information blockades internally? Divided into several levels, unlocked by upgrades? Or perhaps its master is merely an outsourced team of the Beast‑Teaching Sect, still not an actual sect member?

Gazing at the shoddy trickster little Aomo, I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild, but the Aomo Lindun puppet he controls is very steady, following behind the Bureau Director, listening as that person all the way introduces the ecology of the monster‑breeding zone.

"Emerald Weave‑Dream Forest, a subterranean greenhouse ecological space beneath the deep sea, a vertical forest formed by giant ferns and luminous lichens, simultaneously featuring a one‑hundred‑twenty‑one‑meter‑tall resin crystal pillar whose surface is coated with fluorescent spores. Breeding degraded Moshra, Taganula, Insectas, Zugokang and the like, woodland‑related monsters."

"Degraded Moshra?"

"Yes, although we pursue the original‑named form, regrettably even after obtaining the Moshra tissue provided by the transmigrator for analysis and synthesis, creating the same kind, we can only produce the medium‑sized moth‑type monsters you see."

"Seeing a ten‑meter‑long flashing giant moth in the deep sea is quite shocking."

"That's why this place is listed as the first stop on the tour, especially in autumn, when you can see many pupal‑stage degraded Moshra spreading scales to maintain the ecological balance here; that vista of green light dots is this station's main selling point."

"What about the other side? It looks like a dried‑out space with seawater filtered out, seeming to have many familiar faces."

"Gorazan, Gomora, Telasthon… these monsters are indeed hard to be unfamiliar with for monster‑industry workers; this is the Earth‑Vein Resonance Cavern, a multi‑layer basalt cavern group directly penetrating the crust's edge, we've embedded charging‑stabilizing crystals in the cavern walls, but in fact we often don't need to charge them ourselves."

"Oh? Those monsters?"

"Yes, the Gorazan clan absorbs geothermal energy via head‑crown resonance; their low‑frequency roars can regulate magma flow to stabilize the lower strata, while Telasthon and Gomora can, through friction of the claw keratin layer against crystals generating vibrational waves, be absorbed by the charging crystals."

"What's most worth mentioning here is actually the biological fluorescence network on the other side of the magma zone."

"It looks similar in hue to the Emerald Weave‑Dream Forest next door."

"In fact, they are the same kind of luminous lichen; their network provides day‑night perception calibration for the subterranean‑dwelling Gomora."

"Meaning you occasionally let them go up there?"

Otherwise little Aomo can't think of any reason to let seabed‑dwelling organisms, now turned into deep‑sea creatures, maintain their circadian rhythm.

And the other party seems not at all surprised by his perceptiveness, merely replying calmly: "Although somewhat harsh, the ranch's ultimate goal is ultimately to sell by‑products and the organisms themselves."

"We can't keep them in a rearing state forever; this monster‑breeding circle doesn't also run an energy company, nor is it like the neighboring Vanton Nature Reserve that operates an ecosystem with government funding."

"But you do indeed hold government‑granted support to maintain this monster ranch, and you've even taken on some corporate experimental projects."

Aomo's gaze flicked toward the pure‑natural deep‑sea rearing pool that receded with his steps and the conveyor belt beneath his feet. Inside it there's not only the blue‑skinned fatty, but also the deep‑sea dragon Gepras rescued from Sai Luo's grasp—a life saved, effectively endorsing his clumsy act while pretending last night's chaos was merely a small accident, and also the "roommate" who went out to rescue the monster.

That truly is heart‑warming, isn't it?

"That naturally proceeds under the government‑sanctioned treaty, so is Mr. Aomo Lindun's visit precisely for one of those projects?"

"If that were the case, I'd feel relieved, but unfortunately I came for some more round‑about realities."

Controlling the puppet, with that shared vision gazing at this fellow who remains as calm as an old oil‑hand, little Aomo blurts out: "For example, those few who appeared alongside Kodala last night—according to the data appraisal, are they your employees?"

"Of course."

"I see your staff uniforms here are very uniform."

Whereas the Witch Beast, during its battle with Sai Luo, followed the surveillance and recorded images of those men and women, their attire is truly individualistic, full of personality.

It reminds me of when I was still masquerading as Dawn‑Lord Qing, at the Light‑Seekers Association I saw a few management‑level members holding a meeting, a bunch of people with mismatched uniform styles mixed together.

Those clashing colors are like a tragic culinary R&D.

Yet that flamboyant yet conspicuous dress style is reminiscent of the Belial gang's clothing in DARKNESSHEELS, which can be called a non‑mainstream design treatment passed down, somewhat bearing the flower‑bloom of villain‑executive specialties, making one can't help but marvel: "Turns out someone actually dares to dress like that."

Also…

Think of Treesen's carrot‑hero squad's tight‑fitting outfits—also rather subtle.

Especially when someone has obvious curves, wearing something like a sultry hero, while another is flat‑as‑a‑board, like a male, this contrast—how exactly is internal harmony guaranteed? Little Aomo doesn't know; he only hears the other party's confident reply to himself:

"After all, it's late at night; many people are enjoying their own rest time."

That's truly enjoyable.

Just how does one enjoy it enough to feel like they're about to rush onto a stage play?

The puppet carries out the controller's will, making a half‑smile expression, turning and shrugging its shoulders.

"That's also the case."

"If so, then placing a monster from a monster card there as a façade is also part of your enjoyment, right?"

After a hesitation of barely a second, the Bureau Director chooses to go along with the tone.

"…The deep‑sea area's recent environment needs Kodala to maintain it."

"Heh, a monster that creates special red algae to quickly deplete seawater oxygen, causing ecological destruction, can maintain your deep‑sea area's environment?"

"Raising monsters always entails special needs."

"Not bad; I hope Gepras is a deep‑sea monster that can survive without oxygen."

"Ga……?"