Chapter 337: with translation of chapter title

NO．100：Actually, it got expense reimbursement approval.

Having undergone the visual baptism upon entry, even though the exhibition hall's style itself was filled with bizarre costumes like a comic convention, the impact wasn't particularly strong.

For Aomo, this was even more of a foreseeable scene.

After all, aside from ordinary people who simply admire monster forms, what is the more common creation among monster enthusiasts?

It's aliens, it's evil organizations!

The very names of these two can be seen as representatives of bizarre costumes.

Especially the latter.

Whether in sentai, Kamen Rider, or the little-girl-beating-up-office-workers anime of the Hikari Mei type, the costume design……ebr/>

Male versions are mostly embarrassing; the female versions… that would make Bi Ze immediately want to quit the team to seek the special charm of female evil-organization executives.

"Wait for me!"

From the upturned corner of the other's mouth, one could tell what this jerk was thinking, and Aomo immediately pressed down on Bi Ze's shoulder.

"What the hell! I want to act freely! Let me first wander around the surroundings!"

Former alien youths had thoughts that roamed freely, but those driven by desire are so blunt, showing that excessive desire is a bond that draws star domains closer (x).

"Are you ready to be stepped on by a monster? If you're ready, I won't drag you along." Aomo said calmly.

No matter how intense the other's struggle, a fleshly body without magical attachment cannot hinder a demon, and the hand pressed on the shoulder is as steady as a rock.

"... Not ready!"

The shout was truly righteous and bold; after shouting, the action of retreating to Aomo's side also bore an expression as if nothing happened, which is also an astonishing thickness of skin.

That straight‑gazing posture greeting Miss Shi Huaiya's strange gaze even seemed indifferent to how former flat‑characters viewed oneself.

Pretty awesome.

I didn't expect that in reality there's no one you care about left; it seems I can only look online…… Aomo sighed in his heart.

This friend, although their thoughts have become capturable by Earth's gravity, their behavior is even farther from gravity.

But that's also fine, after all Aomo didn't expose it, and Miss Shi Huaiya didn't notice that Bi Ze's eager steps were about to do something.

As for Xintiao and Suzi—they actually left the team right from the start.

As one of the exhibitors who obtained a booth permit, Xintiao Xi also needed to set up her little booth, for which she also recruited Suzi to help.

Suzi also gladly agreed, but when Aomo prepared to bring the other two along, he was instead refused.

"This way there's no surprise feeling, little snake."

"Wait until I finish setting up over there before I can come over!"

"Ah… this… works!"

Since she insists, Aomo also has no reason to refuse; after all, according to the information he knows, Xintiao Xi is more conspicuous here—just like those few monster girls he has already glanced at.

Those few girls are currently being surrounded and photographed by tourists at their respective booths; no one cares whether they are knockoffs or genuine, after all, even as cosplayers they are obviously of extremely high quality—if placed hundreds of years ago, one would suspect they were heavily photoshopped.

…

It's also worth spreading around, even becoming a topic of conversation.

But unlike those sign‑girls with monster features who obviously restrain themselves from using violence, as the booth owner Xintiao clearly has more freedom, such as using monster power to blast away annoying flies——

Of course, with Suzi by her side, it's not to the point of being so rampant from the start.

Although she is still just a high‑school club horse girl, Aomo had already noticed before setting out that she had an extra pouch at her waist.

The pouch obviously employs space‑folding technology, stuffed with who knows what, and even he isn't sure.

One can only infer from his early danger warning that the pouch likely contains at least some no‑joke hazardous potions.

Generally speaking, as a trainer who also does mercenary work, Aomo's position has been on a cliff from the start, and he can hold the job only thanks to the chairman's near‑willful magnanimity.

Because mercenary work itself is tied to danger, it is a danger that should not involve the students of Trésor.

Thus each of Aomo's 'jobs' is scheduled when the girls have their own busy affairs; even if he brings Bourbon to the gospel class, it shows he has sufficient confidence in the gospel class's security.

Just go to broaden one's horizons, listen to that music amplified to shake heaven and earth, witness the breathtaking sight of endless angels pitted against giant beasts, and maybe gain some experience usable for training.

The recent basic training has pretty much been done, and it's indeed time to consider training perseverance and intelligence.

Perhaps we should also gather everyone to watch something like Nexus…… pick the most oppressive, creepy Ultraman to let the horse girls watch—that's also a kind of perseverance training!

Of course, this is still rather conservative, after all Mewtwo and deep‑infiltration games also have many more direct horror‑spirit simulations, which might not affect Chazuo much.

Then let's bring in some Showa‑era horror Ao to torture the spirit.

But that's getting off track.

After all, he won't put his subordinate girls in danger; bringing adult hazardous work to underage students is also a serious dereliction of duty.

This time, Bourbon and Chazuo lacking enthusiasm also let him breathe a sigh of relief.

So what about Suzi?

Suzi is clearly his true responsible horse girl; how could he allow her to go to such a place, which, although not lacking many high‑combat visitors, is uncertain which side she might end up on?

That naturally is because he early on realized that Suzi herself is also quite dangerous.

You can't, just because she's lately always begging for food, overlook how she looked when she first met Aomo.

That dark red suppressed by the light grille, the grin splitting the corners of her mouth, that appearance—though it doesn't show up in Aomo's nightmares—is likewise etched deep in memory.

From the start she has been a dangerous researcher; the potions she makes are not limited to those that make people glow and turn black.

Especially after she moved into Aomo's office and had intense interactions with Xintiao, some of her works became even more unspeakable.

Sometimes, when Aomo steps into the lab, he feels she shares a common tongue with Eastern Commerce Reform and Witch Beasts, after all that grin of hers, holding an unknown tail‑fur and cackling, has a purity somewhere between hag and witch.

…

Anyway, as long as it's not human transmutation, anything goes…… Aomo feels that such Ailisuzhi, even after graduation, is likely not to follow a normal career path.

Rather, it's likely she will head toward research on dangerous projects.

In order not to stand by while another Dongzhi‑real‑person athlete is born, the necessary intervention must still be made, but he has always followed the principle of 'blocking is not as good as guiding.'

Halting the experiment is unnecessary; with this talent, let her bloom—Aomo even willingly paves the way for her, so she can master the railroad's track-switch lever rather than the toilet plunger in the restroom.

Therefore, he allowed that still-young researcher to set foot in this world lacking a safety dome.

In this world, she herself has a small umbrella; though not as sturdy as Aomo's, it is enough to help Xin Tiao handle problems, and if she encounters a sudden storm—then Xin Tiao will throw out her own "capsule house,".

As for Aomo, he is attempting to construct a safety dome.

Just at this moment, the communication he received:

"Lin Dun, you've come to the exhibition hall, right?"

……

This is quite interesting.

Although he anticipated the merchant wouldn't behave, he didn't expect him to still remember to greet him and lend a hand.

He had originally been pondering how to proactively contact the merchant, so that the merchant would roll up his sleeves and create chaos, giving him a chance to check the status of the Moon Chariot Symbol.

As it turned out, this step could be omitted, and the other party even provided unexpected information.

"There are other allies helping! Even Yi Ren will also create opportunities!"

'Other allies, and such—it sounds like a long string of merits earned by following the vine to pull out the root, and the term 'Yi Ren' instantly reminds him of that name in the Gui Yuan Zhi Tang chat list.'

Perennially gloomy, one look and it's stealth mode.

He had also never seen the other party speak, nor been mentioned in member chats, leading Aomo to once think the person was a long‑missing individual everyone took for granted.

There's more than one such guy in the chat room, but today he learned that this 'Yi Ren' is actually a living person.

So is he the Moon Chariot Symbol?

Listening to the song "Steel's arriors" recently broadcast before the booth, Aomo, feeling the expo vibe more severe, didn't even know whether that booth was meant to display monsters or to display 'Heaven's True Mandate'.

This isn't a monster movie set, so why is someone playing a Mechanized Warfare X track?

"It's so noisy," the woman without the Steel Soul patted the tiger ears on her head, silently moving away from the speaker, "What are you thinking? If you're hesitating about whether to cooperate, I think you can!"

Quietly eavesdropping on Aomo and the merchant's conversation, Shi Huaiya thought Aomo was torn about whether to later cooperate with the merchant to cause some trouble, unaware he was just habitually letting his thoughts run like a train.

He had even started to veer into the logic of scams, which is usually the most suspect in puzzle‑type games, feeling the information came too easily—it might be a logical trap.

"Anyway, his arrangement for you isn't anything vicious like killing; just go along and create a disturbance, and you can net them all—totally fine!"

"Huh? What are you guys talking about?"

……

Bi Ze, who had been holding his phone like a camera and looking around, turned his head.

Hearing about murder elicited no reaction, but hearing 'net them all' made him instantly turn his head—during Aomo and the merchant's earlier call, he wasn't quietly eavesdropping honestly.

Instead, he was looking around, muttering under his breath, providing Aomo with the most authentic background noise of the exhibition hall.

This also made Shi Huaiya's gaze toward him grow increasingly speechless.

It seems even the Dragon Gate Guard Bureau from memory doesn't have this kind of guy.

"You can go challenge the monster fighting ring not far away."

"Yeah, yeah, Mr. Bi, why don't you give a performance?"

Aomo just said it offhand, because he saw that the nearby booth was indeed exhibiting that kind of VR game where data is battled using inferior spark‑person figurines.

Besides, there was a gacha machine where you could pull figurines at any time—clearly a classic pay‑to‑win model.

You've even learned the game model of Jia Da and the pay‑to‑win model of card‑draw games—really, you guys have it!

But he was just saying it offhand, while Shi Huaiya's eyes lit up in agreement.

【What do you mean? Miss Shi Huaiya】Aomo glanced at Bi Ze, who had turned his head to look at the booth, then tapped Shi Huaiya's communicator on the terminal.

This little tiger isn't exactly a monster enthusiast; although the expo‑like atmosphere surprised him, and he marveled at the massive buildings resembling monster merchandise, after just a few minutes he also lost interest.

Far from being as avid a photographer as Bi Ze.

Shi Huaiya: 【Mr. Lin Dun, don't you think Mr. Bi's nature, while an excellent cover, is also hard to handle?】

Aomo: 【Indeed so】

Shi Huaiya: 【I think rather than letting this guy run wild, it'd be better to fix him at one booth】

Aomo: 【But he actually isn't enthusiastic about monster fighting, because the experience is poor】

It stems from the technology and also from 3D vertigo—basically, there's zero gameplay experience; this point, after trying to recommend it to his brother, is quite clear.

Shi Huaiya: 【So as long as the experience is good, right? I'll go pull a strong mech for him—can that keep him here?】

…… You haven't played much Gundam, have you? But drawing cards and assembling glue are two different things.

Aomo silently stared at the surprising blonde girl.

Yet he couldn't help but admit it.

Bi Ze indeed is someone who indulges in the pleasure of crushing noobs.

Although 3D vertigo is an issue, this kind of problem isn't hard to solve.

"The spawn rate for strong mechs on this machine is very low." Having reached this point, no more typing was needed—Aomo said it softly, and Bi Ze turned his head to look.

"Yeah, it's totally not worth it." He said it as if it didn't concern him.

"No problem! I'll pull for you!"

The young lady from the Shi Huaiya family was magnificently bold, waving her hand and dropping a line that made Bi Ze once again care about the Terrans—a rich woman's words.

"Which mech do you want? I'll definitely pull it out for you!"