Chapter 246: with translation of chapter title

NO. 8: The person who bets on horses is like this.

Golden Ancient Bridge, Galatron.

Even without Belial Ultraman's card, the merchant had no doubt that this mercenary before him could reproduce the strength of King Galatron.

Just as he once substituted himself for Belial Ultraman's position, merging into a uniquely shaped, not weak Thunder Slayer.

Pure output obviously has a gap, but the demon's own body differing from Ultraman also gave the Thunder Slayer wings and scale armor, even the possibility of radiating light that only true light giants possess.

Different orientations make the overall strength results not far apart, and it is naturally something the merchant would guard against.

Although he still hoped to shear wool from Aomo, he would not forget the fact that the other party was a mercenary.

The mercenary line, ah, although viewing it as barbaric is a prejudice, Kinsley. Muul obviously has many prejudices.

As an elf whose age is approaching a hundred years, what he has experienced and seen is indeed enough to form some prejudice.

So he will admit that stereotypes and regional discrimination are not very reliable, yet he truly believes in his own 'prejudice'.

For example, black-on-black in the mercenary trade is really common.

Whether it's Golden Ancient Bridge or Galatron, even the King of Galatron, they are all mechanical bodies; their series union can be called the Mechanical Union and Metal Union, and they are renowned for being indestructible.

The merchant who once mastered and was familiar with this power, even if his own use wasn't very good-looking, also considered the time when this power would be used by others.

The Sword of Broken Steel is naturally necessary, yet at the same time it is not something generally used.

So it is placed in the physical insurance bank of the gray zone.

Using the counter is not something to be happy about, but rather noticing that the other party's gaze is almost as undisguised as his former self…… the merchant instead feels a certain anticipation for the future.

He is only eighty-six years old, still a young elf.

Longevity species always possess such contradictory spirituality.

On one hand, they have life experience that can cultivate into a 'stereotype'; on the other hand, they have a youthful, enterprising spirit.

This state actually leans more toward ordinary beings, and it is easy to collapse in a long life by going to extremes.

But the bland temperament and desirelessness that truly suit the longevity way of life also easily cause such species to gradually die out in high-intensity competition.

Although the lands under the Holy Terra Federation are very peaceful, ethnic survival competition is never merely shown in war.

Silently and slowly yet steadily——gradually extinct.

This is precisely the common way of extinction for extinct organisms.

For such groups that cannot keep up with the times and gradually disappear, the government also has little it can do.

You can't possibly use brainwashing-like schemes to forcibly turn such a group into the lifestyle of a short-lived species, can you?

In early years when territory was spare, they could still be allotted an autonomous region, forming a natural preserve to construct a legally protected longevity species' Peach Blossom Spring; later, when land became tight, providing them with a tailor-made electronic utopia was already the utmost benevolence.

Nowadays, although interstellar development is in full swing and territory has spare room, the federal lord is already the Heart of Terra.

Strong artificial intelligence is naturally correct and cold.

To allocate a large tract of land for a group that cannot keep up with society and can only increase waste diversity as a homeland for longevity species?

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The Heart of Terra feels you lot have no value as reference data; just honestly be hit by the new culture——

——At such a time, if a few energetic freak longevity species were to really appear……

That would be something the Heart of Terra would be pleased to see come to fruition.

Also, under these current developments, among the longevity species under the federation, there actually aren't many standard longevity beings according to ancient stereotypes.

They are those with the drive and adaptability of ordinary organisms, yet also possess the 'contradictory being' of a long life.

They are relatively prone to ominous old age.

Or put another way, they tend to go mad.

Of course, the ideal situation also exists——as long as one is strong enough, defects and such can be tolerated, so certain longevity species with great talent still exist, for example angels, for example dragon beasts, and also for example certain lazy dog deities.

As for why we say 'certain part' and why we mention angels but not demons, it is naturally because these fellows lack no excess vigor.

There are always some longevity species that have no connection to slowness; the world does not lack this possibility.

「So your first job after mixing in is dealing with a few dragons? 」

「Strictly speaking, it's the enterprise under those few dragons, a rather easy job; at first glance it seems Gui Yuan Zhi Tang really isn't a criminal den. 」

「At first glance? 」

「We really need to take another look, can't rush. By the way, Xintiao Xi, how's the key? 」

Xintiao Xi's room, aside from the plush on the bed, severely lacks girlish elements, instead filled with horror elements, such as monster models standing in the shadows, and not just one place.

Moreover, there are unfinished models, pallid and weird.

There are also peculiar villain merchandise: taking a time slice of some 'if' fantasy, monsters trampling the traditional protagonist, pulling out its heart, that bloody moment——

Such things are so abundant that Aomo feels no discomfort at intruding into a girl's boudoir.

Of course, the female side also feels no discomfort at having her boudoir intruded upon; she is currently wearing glasses with countless visible patterns on the lenses on her nose bridge, intently examining the metal cylinder covered in crystals.

The key.

Since Aomo tossed this thing to her for research last night, up to now she has still been pondering it.

——Although I say that, in fact she hasn't spent much time researching it.

After all, during the day she went out with everyone to Teresen.

Aomo said he wasn't in a hurry to wait for results, after all he hasn't even seen a monster that can be drawn yet.

Xintiao Xi thus truly felt no pressure to start messing around.

At dawn, the time was spent watching the horse girl training; when bored, playing mobile games, or chatting with Dazhenhan, or waiting for Suzi, Bourbon and the others to rest to make small talk, then heading back to eat together; at night, although there was serious research, as for the results……

Even with Suzi's friendship-supported dialysis device——that is, the glasses serving as aid——Xintiao Xi's progress in deciphering the key is still slow.

Of course, this device capable of drawing monster power, placed in the Aomo shed, is also black technology, second only to the gacha machine of the black ghost Sai Reiboluo that guarantees a pull, and the research room of the light war criminal Xikali.

If Xintiao were to really figure this out so early, she should also apply to join the defense team of the Showa Aomo shed.

However, there were still results.

"Indeed, it's just as you said; this thing should have been improved." She raised her hand, braced it on the table, causing the swivel chair to turn her around, as Xin Tiaoxi tossed the secret key toward Aomo—her throw was completely off target, yet Aomo managed to catch it.

The speculation was based on the fact that Yela Gangde had been drained but not died, and since both Aomo and Xi had seen the secret key in the Monster Shape King's hand, the differences in appearance could easily be guessed to be from different individuals.

"Extracting monster power can adjust the output; there definitely are non-lethal options."

"How did you figure it out? Does it come with a manual?"

"Guess?" She took off those overly mechanical glasses, Xin Tiaoxi lowered her head slightly, her pink eyes carrying a somewhat inscrutable smile, but she didn't give Aomo time to speculate, and asked, "By the way, how's that elf doing? Did you sell him?"

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"Not yet, the price is too low now."

"Oh~"