Chapter 312: No. 74: Can you go save that foolish me from half an hour ago? (x

No. 74: Can you go save that foolish me from half an hour ago? (x

Likes editing videos of the mercenary network site, drowsiness, big mouth, herbivorous, likes taking baths……

To be honest, it's a bit bad, this image.

Aomo could already picture a middle-aged dead otaku in the bathhouse watching video clips playing on the light screen, dozing off while watching and drooling.

Isn't that a bit too concrete?

"Can it take human form?"

"No, your lordship's image conforms to the original records, being closer to the primordial beast than to a divine beast," the knight said, with some doubt, "When I first asked you, weren't you still quite familiar?"

Bahamoh (Behemoth), also known as the Behemoth Beast, is called 「????? 」 in Hebrew, meaning 'the herd of beasts', from the Book of Job.

It, together with the sea beast Leviathan, bears and covers the source of the giant beast term in monotheistic religious records, and it is often used to describe any huge beast.

It can be called the foundation of the 'beast', and ought to be incomprehensible and untouchable to humanity.

But there are always exceptions.

Just like Miss Niyan standing beside a few people.

On her iron hammer is an excerpt from Psalm 37:9 of the Bible: 'forevilmeoff', evildoers shall be cut off.

The latter half of this passage: 'and those who trust in God shall inherit the land.'

The earth is the bearing concept of Behemoth, and in the end, as recorded, Behemoth and Leviathan will be responsible for devouring the unbelieving sinners on the day of judgment.

To cleanse all sins on behalf of God.

Miss Niyan herself is a possibility from another world——the inheritors of the 'herd of beasts' can also gain intelligence and appear in human form; when they first arrived, many members of the God Blessing Gospel Class indeed found it unbelievable.

Of course, some members also felt her homeland was too decadent in rites and music.

Possessing the technology of artificial satellites and the ability to shape life, yet ultimately ending in self-destruction, leaving those later beast-featured demi-humans to blindly inherit everything.

This further shook the old rules.

That record fell into the recipient's hands, like a negative example that would be counted in history textbooks; the Heart of Terra further etched it into the data base, to serve as a reference for civilization and its own regeneration exploration.

Perhaps the land named 'Terra' could exist in other worlds with even better, more perfect possibilities, but that, for now, has nothing to do with this world.

Miss Niyan's existence has fully demonstrated a possibility hardly seen in this world, but Aomo is fortunate that such a possibility did not continue locally.

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He doesn't have to face a possibly ill‑shaped anthropomorphic giant beast; instead, there is a wild beast with a temperament even more brutal than an anthropomorph.

"At first you didn't say this giant beast liked watching mercenary‑network videos; can a primordial beast have the intelligence to understand video content?"

"Many people often suspect their cats and dogs watch TV at midnight." The knight gave a joking reply.

Aomo naturally wouldn't like such an ambiguous answer.

"Then should I suspect that the banana on the table turns black only if someone goes to fight in an underground boxing match at midnight?"

"……"

Niyan and Mipu Bourbon can still hold it together.

Meanwhile, a certain DJ girl taking a break burst out laughing.

This is naturally a bit rude, but she has a sunshine frankness worthy of the title Sun God; Bourbon and Niyan glanced at her and said nothing, Aomo didn't even shift his gaze, still fixed on that knight.

And the knight's eye sockets couldn't tell whom he was looking at.

"These days there are plenty of smart pets," Xing Jiali, who was watching the video and drinking, suddenly said, "Did your lord give her creation an upgrade?"

He, on the contrary, was utterly relaxed, even more inclined to the second‑ranked beer than the top‑produced wine here, and at first he strongly recommended it to Aomo.

He was completely in a playful mood, not like he was conducting an observation.

Perhaps this is also the composed demeanor of a long‑lived species; Aomo, glancing at him, thought.

And in response to his advice, the knight's reply became much more direct: "No, it's just pure original intelligence; in fact, compared to the video's content, its reaction to the video's background music is much more obvious."

"This is also why the angel dear and pastor dear came to find me! Honestly, being able to awaken the mythic giant beast with music we handled is super cool, isn't it! It'll definitely spark discussion at school too, right, Mipu dear☆!"

The Sun God covered her mouth with her hand, laughing excitedly, and then passed the topic to Mipu Bourbon, whom she had known for less than half an hour.

Then came the other's blank stare, and subsequently a look for help toward Aomo.

What could Aomo say? This horse girl was also a handful for him.

This kind of enthusiasm, different from Qianming's type, carries a generational gap in trend and culture, leaving him somewhat at a loss, even hesitating whether to put on his old cold face.

However, the other already saw Bourbon's reaction and shook his head: "Ah, also uh, the Mipu dears are probably already used to being the center of topics~"

"What?" Aomo raised his eyebrows.

"Mipu dear, Airi dear, Manchester dear, Trainer Mister and your three horse‑girl subordinates always have plenty to talk about~!"

"Alright, let's leave it at that."

In front of so many outsiders, Aomo, not intending to let what is more rumor than topic spread, cut off the conversation and stared seriously at her.

"In other words, does Miss Great Expansion Sun God think the plans of the C group are indeed feasible?"

"Just call me Sun God (Helios) will do." The girl, compared to a cute three‑finger gesture, always had a sunny smile.

This seems to be a gesture she really likes; when she sits at the DJ table she does it often, and she often shouts 'wei! wei!' like a brain‑washing chant.

But no matter what, calling a girl by the name Helios feels rather subtle to Aomo, who has pondered over many divine systems.

Even if she's someone he's dated, she is far closer to the 'idol' positioning of a horse girl than Qianming, Rudolf, and the others.

"Besides, whether it works or not, trying it once is no problem☆!"

"……"

Yeah… it also wouldn't take much time.

Aomo was convinced by that remark, after all, playing a string of songs really doesn't take time, even if he has to act as the loudspeaker.

Using the Galatron card, not even 5% of its functions are needed, and it's not troublesome.

Aomo realized he was overthinking it.

"That's also true, so how about striking while the iron is hot?" He picked up the wine glass that Xing Jiali had previously pushed in front of him, drank it all in one gulp, and Aomo suddenly felt a surge of heroic passion like an illusion.

But this beer seems a bit off...

Aomo already felt his mouth and even his stomach heating up.

He grabbed the beer bottle, glanced at it, and immediately noticed two words in the ingredient list: "holy water."

Aomo wanted to smash this thing into Xing Jiali's corner.

"Oh yay, oh yay! When the place gets heated up, everyone gets hyped!" The blue‑streaked black‑haired girl is always this lively and noisy, clearly appreciating the youth's suggestion, "I'll definitely teach you how to DJ well!"

"?" Aomo stared, turning his head to look at that knight.

"Isn't it enough for her to handle the mixing?"

"She handles the mixing, you handle the scratching— isn't that clear enough?" the knight said, arms crossed.

——

Damn clear!

Aomo listened as Datuo Taiyangshen stood beside him, explaining one by one the meaning of fx=effect (effect processor), the function of a sampler (sampler), the meaning of loop (loop), and the adjustment methods of eq=equalizer (equalizer), feeling his head swell.

Even if he could memorize the functions of those buttons and knobs with the memory of a crystal core, after you learn to press WASD, Shift, and the mouse, can you then go grab a kill mark?

Can't you just plug in a USB drive?

But you really shouldn't say that—Aomo actually does have a USB drive, called Jialatelong.

This will let you taste the might of virtual planet Kexiya technology!

!

Aomo, with that feeling, activated its analysis function, and after an hour he had to admit that the Civilization Arbiter is not the Civilization Master.

The mixing business is still quite fascinating, especially since the tracks the Sun God gave him aren't heavy, each set being a new operation.

Brute‑forcing combinations with computing power is one thing, but understanding rhythm and rhyme relies on personal judgment and adjustment.

Wait! How has it already been an hour!?

"Would you like some water?"

Holding the intention to work as a sound engineer but being pulled into being a DJ, Aomo, after being taught for an hour by Datuo Taiyangshen, still retained a bit of the student‑like nervousness of being instructed, and thus used honorifics in his address.

He couldn't not do it— he had pointed out fifty‑eight mistakes of his own, and Aomo really hoped she would take a half‑hour break.

To adjust his mindset as a newcomer who had been nitpicked for an hour.

In the past, Aomo had also worked in a bar, forced to learn to play pool as a partner, and had wiped glasses, but he never had to learn to be a DJ.

He never liked work that put him in front of crowds, and now, merely as a mercenary, he has no choice but to make a name for himself.

As a trainer, he furthermore has to face certain interviews.

He must constantly convince himself to accept this necessity.

But is being a DJ really necessary?

All right, mastering another skill is generally a good thing, and besides, this performance only has Behemoth as an audience, so it doesn't conflict with his hobbies either.

Unable to find a reason to drop the responsibility, Aomo felt somewhat melancholy.

There's still an hour and seventeen minutes until the supermarket discount time, so there's still time to keep practicing, but spending this much effort on it gives him a feeling of "still having gone astray," which is aggravating.

Earlier he had said it wouldn't take much time.

Now Xing Jiali is over there watching videos, Bourbon and Nitrock are holding controllers playing a two‑player game, and the initial plan of striking while the iron is hot has pretty much fallen through.

They've all forgotten their original purpose, especially Xing Jiali, who as a product manager actually has time here to catch up on dramas instead of getting back to work.

My company doesn't employ me at all.

Can a product manager really be this idle?

Why am I the only one locked up?

Holding that feeling, he even more hopes the Sun God will go drink some water, play for half an hour, and then talk.

The other party had clearly just been taking a temporary break, saying they'd return later to spin, but they ended up not leaving for a whole hour, and the original DJ work they went back to do was just to issue an apology statement and have someone else fill in.

Being so devoted to teaching truly moves the student—Aomo recalled his former self, feeling so guilty because of it that he could hardly persist in refusing.

How foolish!

All he could do was secretly resent not having the Jinlong Ge'erdelas card.

He couldn't go back half an hour ago to give himself a slap.