Chapter 1891: with translation of chapter title

NO. 509: That Balancing Master was once again unbalanced.

- The term 'Balancing Master' might be a title; it's not in the glossary. It likely means 'balancing master' and is not a proper name but a descriptor, probably not a named entity. 'NO. 509' is just a chapter number, not a name.

The Star-Eater Ghidorah's gaze treats everyone equally.

- The term 'Star-Eater Ghidorah' is likely a monster's name. Should we translate it? According to the rules, we translate cultivation terms, but this is a creature's name. Should we translate its meaning? 'Star-Eater' means 'star-eater', and 'Ghidorah' is likely a transliteration. Since it's a named beast, we should translate its meaning unless it's a person's name. However, 'Ghidorah' has no meaning in Chinese, so we might keep it as is. When unsure whether something is a name or an ordinary word, we should translate the meaning rather than romanize—unless it refers to a person.

- Given the complexity, perhaps we should treat 'Star-Eater Ghidorah' as a name and keep it unchanged (not using pinyin). The instruction says we must output English translation, so we could render it as 'Star-Eater Ghidorah'.

But those multiple eyes that failed to function properly will rob people of their ability to judge visual orientation, plunging them into the same kind of illusion——

No names.

——It's staring at me?

No names.

What is it thinking? What else does it want to do? These doubts almost flashed through everyone's mind.

No names.

Because the Star-Eater Ghidorah has already shown its strength, they naturally remain vigilant, even though its body, measured in kilometers, has already had a small portion of its twin tails swallowed by the interdimensional vortex.

- Again 'Star-Eater Ghidorah'. Also 'interdimensional' maybe not a name.

That scene looks as if it had just appeared in the world, only to be seized and resealed.

No names.

Just the sealing speed is unfortunately too slow—only a few meters per second, even though the dragon's two tails each stretch over twenty kilometers, matching the length of its neck. This makes it seem overly lazy and slack, utterly like Kana'er, leaving no hope for expectation.

- 'Kana'er' might be a name? Could be a transliteration. Not sure. Might be a place? Not in the glossary. Could be a name of something.

But this is their own problem!

No names.

Aomo, relying on Jí'ěrbālìsī to perform somatosensory algorithm scanning to sense the world's repulsive force, has even worked out the activity time limit; he is very worried that the repulsive force will increase exponentially afterwards.

Furthermore, he also suspects that part of this repulsive force is due to 'our own people'.

What is the other name for that constancy? Hope Digital World Stabilizer? What is the other name for the World Tree? Digital World Main Computer?

At such a useful moment, he actually has no presence at all; even Magna Beast and Duke Beast, who originally paid close attention to his puppet's movements, are unusually quiet, as if the concern and inquiries from just a dozen minutes ago were his mistaken memory.

He guesses they were blocked by the Skull Beast and Fragrant Beast; Alpha Beast and Omega also don't know if they're informed, those two probably wouldn't be passively neutral... No matter what, he still feels quite sad. Given how pleasant and comfortable their previous interactions were, the current lack of movement makes the demon even more regretful.

But it's only regret, after all it's not impossible to understand.

Work and interests can be separated somewhat; the demon is also roughly the same.

But they have already started working, while I am still acting on interest.

But how does that saying go? Rushing toward interest only brings fulfillment; rushing toward work only adds emptiness, a sorrow that not even overtime pay or excellent bonuses can hide—only the moment of receiving compensation can slightly mend it.

Although Aomo also doubts whether the World Tree pays wages.

Theoretically, given the current degree of alignment between the human world and the digital world, Digimon would also need money, would also want wages, but the World Tree… would it directly print money or allocate a girl named Měishùyuān Nuò'ēn to become an online streamer? Or, as a subordinate of the Heart of Terra, does it have activity funds transferred?

There are too many mysteries, but it's not that important, because even if the Imperial Knight and Heaven's Pole are temporarily offline, he also has the Xiangyu siblings requesting to go into battle, and besides that there's also reinforcement from another world:

【Gǔlìtè: Need to act now? Aomo

I and Yùtài, plus the new century middle school students, are watching; we can Access·Flash at any time!】

So simple and passionate.

No wonder he is the dream‑making hero of the children; he directly gave the demon, who had endured several months of various adult ugly social engagements, a breath of fresh air.

Hmm, cyber air.

But he still types, responding to the boy a few meters away who is looking at him, and the agent inside the original receiver on his wrist.

【Don't rush, you guys relax first, it's not that fast yet】

Just a few meters away, yet he doesn't notice that he just walked a circle on the line of life and death; now his body contains an additional Jīduōlā spirit body as a roommate for half of Léibùlǎngduō, and the battle taking place in the mental realm is still too obscure.

However, Aomo wouldn't complain about it either.

【Wǔshì Shèngjiàn: If you're waiting for Jie Si Ti Si, he'll be here soon】

Bǐgélìzhā, a certain aerial‑type super agent with even less presence, is also the nominal guardian of the New Universe, and in himself a dedicated pioneer, rushing to deal with network crises across the Federation.

Although he occasionally crashes and waits for teammates to pull him out, he ought to have a strong presence, but the fact is everyone often forgets him.

Aomo suspects this is some kind of curse that belongs only to aerial‑type support armaments.

Look, Mr. Wéitè from the new century middle schoolers also has the lowest presence, right? I mean that guy who looks like he's holding a sword—do you remember him?

(From left to right: Mǎkèsī/Conquest Giant Tank, Wéitè/Azure Void Jet, Bōlā/Explosive Drill, Wǔshì Shèngjiàn/Electric Strike Great Slash Sword, Gǔlìtè Holy Sword—added because they haven't appeared in a while.)

Regardless of how mysterious the other's presence is, as a standalone unit he's just a fighter jet; if not independent, someone still needs to use his equipment that transforms into a jetpack, and Aomo indeed doesn't really count on him most of the time.

But he's still excellent as a reconnaissance plane; however, over these few months the Lindun Office rarely has occasions that require sending out a reconnaissance jet, so even the work reports written by his regular teammates Shíjià and Gui She seldom mention his name.

The new century middle schoolers clearly don't know these things, and it's even harder for them to imagine their peers hanging out so peripherally with Aomo. After all, their treatment at Gǔlìtè has been great, and after meeting up they've been inseparable. This essential bond even made the newcomers Shīmǎ/Léikèsī once complain 'Is there a bit of a difference?', feeling they couldn't fully blend in.

But it's fine.

They don't understand, but there are also those who arrived a few months earlier, came and left, left and came back, repeated several times, and who even sneaked in midway without reporting their operations—those Gǔlìtè knights can bring out a very cold truth:

【Nàitè: He didn't even wait

He simply never intended to let Jīduōlā produce any results】

【Aomo: Oh dear】

【Yàlìkèxīsī: Ānjūn is still this rebellious toward the new dad】

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For a moment, Aomo couldn't even type the words he'd intended, just making a few strokes and dots; immediately a system notice popped up: 【Yàlìkèxīsī. Kailifu has been removed from the chat room by Aomo Lindun】, and he glanced over at the distant white‑haired youth.

He had just walked up to the pink‑haired JK and was saying something; the demon's hearing judged it fine.

He was asking about Kailifu's current whereabouts; it seems he intends to resume that battle from a few years ago.

From child to youth, from circular saw to long blade, now he again challenges Kailifu… Hmm… feels the win rate is still rather low.

But with the second‑generation Miaomiao little invention, the outcome would probably be different.

【Bōlā: Not relying on that dragon to score results, are we supposed to rely only on that woman who goes crazy with Digimon?】

【Shīmǎ: One of the demon kings Aomo mentioned, right? Looks pretty strong too】

【Mǎkèsī: Very dangerous; those cosmic beings and monsters of the cult are all dodging her attacks—even the biggest ones don't dare to confront her head‑on; that color and luster, is it poison?】

【Aomo: It should be said that it's an erosive corruption manifested as poison; even the fastest computer virus struggles to have such an instantaneous, total data‑destruction method】

【Bèi'ěrsītǎ shòu: So last time I dealt with it by relying on greater speed and bullets】

Need to avoid her sinister claws】

【Wǔshì Shèngjiàn: It seems everyone in the cult knows

She can't even grab a decent opportunity—what are you waiting for?】

【Wéitè: Yeah, it looks like the longer we wait, the worse our position gets; the situation shows no sign of improving in our favor】

Even your ally Digimon hasn't appeared for a while】

【Bola: Oh! Right! What about those guys！】

Those few flashy guys, what are they called, Magena and Jies's?】

【Aomo: Once the other demon kings also make a move, they might just get a chance.】

【Yutai: Yeah, is there that kind of possibility？】

The text that suddenly joined the conversation made Aomo glance again at the red-haired boy who was stiffly saying something to his girlfriend; the corner of his mouth couldn't help but rise a bit.

Watching a boy who isn't good at hiding his feelings try to act casual in front of his perceptive girlfriend while secretly typing.

That was totally useless, only earning an awkward, speechless look from his girlfriend; it's indeed hard to keep the corners of one's mouth from turning up.

How to put it? Hehe! Calling this group over for a vacation also comes with a lighthearted, sweet-and-sour little show to watch!

This also counts as indirectly adjusting the atmosphere, after all, things have been too oppressive lately.

Just being oppressive without seeing major progress only leads to internal drain, which really shouldn't happen.

So, treating it as feedback for the underclassman who provides emotional value, he also had to respond immediately:

【Yes! Friend, yes!】

As long as Jidula and Lilisi Beast. X properly achieve some just-right cooperation, forcing that bunch to reveal some of their trump cards.

They'll eventually end up unable to hold back and come out to cut losses】

【Bola: But I feel we can't really fight, and might even end up awkwardly re‑allying.】

You see, I think there are already signs— that neither‑male‑nor‑female guy has shown up】

【Aomo: Then that's great.】

【Bola: Huh?】

【Aomo: The flashy guys you've been looking forward to can jump right onto the stage.】

(End of chapter)