Chapter 1839: with translation of chapter title

NO. 454：At the same time, the Belphegor Beast quietly seemed.

NO. 454 At the same time, the Belphegor Beast silently appeared.

Although there are indeed one or two players with masochistic tendencies among the girlfriends, but because it's an all-ages work, we'll skip over it for now, letting those capable imagine freely, and incidentally assume that Aomo is not an enthusiast of the letter circle and will not actively seek pain.

Of course, working overtime is another matter; I believe no one would say they are a masochist just because they work overtime.

So Aomo Lindun severed control over the puppet.

But—

Considering Shixi Ling's delicate position in the Beast Cult, he also opened a covert recording device loved by mercenary broadcasters before cutting off.

A recorder capable of fully monitoring the soul, spirit, body, and surrounding environment, the only risk being discovery and theft.

Regarding this, the highly pliable Abylon cells themselves will give the answer.

Of course, if there were a choice, Aomo would rather directly video-call Shixi Ling, but unfortunately there is a sighing wall in the digital realm blocking external signals; even with the proper Jibailisi (the one who hangs out with the Heart of Terra) assisting, covert access would be difficult.

Startling the snake is inevitable, but now is not the time.

So his choice is that micro recorder.

Even if he were suspected, it would be hard to link it to puppetry, but he still needs to be wary of what might be done to Shixi Ling while they are 'unconscious'.

It's worth mentioning that this thing was also 'picked up' during a mission with seniors beforehand.

After all, he had to undergo surgery earlier; considering the full-body check at that time, Aomo naturally didn't implant this small device that modern medicine could easily detect.

At first listen, the current beastization tuning sounds like some medical procedure requiring a full-body check, but Shixi Ling, as a diligent learner, has memorized the newcomer's manual and knows that the actual operation of beastization tuning is to activate the semi-mechanized monster organs in the department to retrogress the condition of the one being tuned.

Comprehensive state retrogression interferes with the body, then the mind, and finally the soul, making it especially effective for carbon-based lifeforms whose every behavior is influenced by hormones.

Thus it is called a cheat that does not require passing a psychological test.

The cost is varying degrees of pain and slight amnesia during the process.

That pain mainly depends on the degree of beastization and the type of monster factor involved in the process, and as that chatty shift doctor said: among the countless cult members whose beastization is caused by monster factors, Shixi Ling's type, interfered with by higher-dimensional information, still counts as one of the most special.

Failing to retrogress the source of influence usually yields no meaning; it merely returns temporarily to normal before being affected again immediately.

Furthermore, having experienced it once before, the progression of the beastization process in this second run might be faster than the first.

But Aomo obviously doesn't care.

He is not the type to cling to dolls, just as he readily discarded MKI, and discarding MKII is also on the schedule; the only thing that could make him hesitate is whether the unit performed adequately, or whether he abruptly wasted its potential for greater value.

So when he reconnects after having previously inquired about the time, he will briefly respond to the doctor's greetings and nagging, pretending he truly cares about the situation as if he had just passed out from pain.

He certainly didn't expect the tuning to succeed.

The beastization tuning was merely a show; after perfunctorily answering their inquiry about the post-tuning state, he made an excuse and left.

From the beastization tuning department, he went to the restroom of the monster breeding facility.

Although the puppet's bodily pain still lingers, the Abylon cells can self-repair with just a charge, even neural synapses included; this monster body, combined with the information of the Maga Giant Snake and the Star-Eater, resisting micro-manipulation, is the true reason for his stable condition—and this point—the shift doctor could have understood with federal high-tech analysis, just as the body itself is the deepest information bank, leaving traces worth analyzing from everything experienced.

But he indeed did not do that.

— Aomo, reading the recorded charts and videos inside the recorder, saw only a low-enthusiasm lazy dog. While watching the pre-set equipment run on its own, he muttered complaints about life, himself, and the sudden visit of the meaningless Shixi Ling, appearing utterly devoid of purpose.

Is this his true self?

Looking at it this way, his earlier demeanor when receiving me was already a forced show of motivation; not taking revenge on society on the spot was already rare.

However, considering the Beast Cult's existence is itself a revenge on society, if he really exploded there it would be giving back to society… never mind, that's not important.

Aomo thought.

What matters is that this guy isn't some small move arranged by the priests and high priests; I should also perhaps fade the ever-shifting golden pattern on my face a bit.

Just as the archenemy planet Godzilla is already a plant-like lifeform brimming with botanical features, the Star-Eater Ghidorah, though a higher-dimensional being, has a neck shape quite close to intertwining golden rose thorns.

It seems the pattern constructed from this symbol also undulates on Shixi Ling's face, resembling more than a truncated slide-show light-and-shadow than a tattoo.

Not merely decoration, at least while it exists, every inch of floor Shixi Ling walks on emits a strained creaking sound, as if he were something of astonishing weight capable of challenging the Beast Cult's station's special building materials.

The toilet partition brushed by his palm also cracked cleanly, more like being shattered by uneven high pressure than by a mighty hand.

If one must have these symptoms, it's quite a hassle…

Far away, in the deep immersion horror challenge game where Aomo keeps the horse girls' stall going, he let out a silent, subtle sigh.

Clearly embarrassing in the show, a guy who's only impressive in setting, yet now fully displays the higher-dimensional being's uniqueness—a sharp yet shrill wail that not only echoes in Shixi Ling's ears but also bypasses that part of sensory shielding, syncing with Aomo's ear side, once making him think it was also part of the current horror game design.

It also made him doubt that his earlier assumptions were too optimistic.

I didn't expect the focus of judgment to go wrong; the high priest I had been guarding against could be temporarily steadied by my own rhetoric and acting, but instead the Star-Eater Ghidorah information fragment I hadn't paid much attention to manifested cross-cellular, cross-temporal transmission—conveying those faint signs from Shixi Ling to this individual, Aomo Lindun.

It also made him immediately dial another number he rarely initiates contact with, one that only receives messages passively:

【Yuehuanshe: Have you encountered any strange things?】

【Beast King: Your contact】

【Yuehuanshe: So the Star-Eater Ghidorah didn't find you?】

【Beast King: Need help?】

【Yuehuanshe: Not needed for now.】

Turns out it's bullying the weak and fearing the strong—a lofty higher-dimensional monster, not going to spar with the Beast King?

Note withdrawing from contact, Shixi Ling remained expressionless, but Aomo showed a strange smile in the eyes of Suzi and others, immediately putting the teammates on alert.

"I haven't been replaced yet, don't rush to find an excuse to hit me."

(End of chapter)