Chapter 432

NO．15：Actually, 19 years old is still in the growing period.

Even you monsters and Ultraman have what kind of saying……

Walking out of Wei Bo. Wei Er Wei Te's office, Aomo did not immediately go to check the newly added net friend account, but instead pondered the previously mentioned words, his expression inevitably becoming subtle.

Perhaps one should not expect a Grand Heroic Person to have special-effects cultural accumulation, just as many kids who watch Ultraman often cannot distinguish aliens, war machines, and monsters.

Anyway, as long as something becomes huge, not human, and destroys cities, it's considered a monster——many outsiders think this way, and Aomo has no intention to correct them.

But this kind of knowledge possibly involving commissioned handling, this Second Generation His Excellency should indeed do some homework.

At least one should not regard a human-demon hybrid as a monster.

Is this perhaps a matter of completely not considering 'howdunit' but only considering 'Whydunit'?

A bit… abnormal?

Feeling that this somewhat deviates from his knowledge of Ai Er Mei Luo II's image, he inevitably fell into contemplation, and then someone patted his shoulder.

"You don't want to restrain a bit?"

"What?"

Aomo stared, looking at Hongkai who had patted his shoulder, and saw the other person looking at him with a helpless expression.

"No self-awareness?" Although he is a Langren, but also a Langren with a phone, he directly placed the standby black screen in front of Aomo, showing a puzzled expression from it.

And the dark red eyes that became even more noticeable against the black background.

"Although I can confirm you won't do anything, there's no need to be so direct, right?"

"……"

He remained silent, not answering; instead, he immediately raised his hand to swipe the terminal's light screen, using selfie mode to reflect his own gaze.

Bit by bit, as the red glow on the screen faded back to brown, he slowly exhaled a sigh.

Now there's nothing abnormal.

Rather, it's not the opposite side that's abnormal, but oneself.

He suddenly understood, but his expression wasn't exactly pleasant.

"Thanks for the reminder; maybe I should get a pair of glasses."

He thought of the glasses worn by El-Melloi II; in his impression, that gentleman had indeed worn glasses at times, but not constantly.

For a mage, glasses are a tool whose function often has nothing to do with vision correction.

Just as El-Melloi II keeps that long hair, not for aesthetic reasons.

"Glasses, they're indeed not bad." Hongkai nodded, and didn't further discuss the earlier demonic red child.

Holding the empty bottle in his hand, he merely turned his head to glance at the nearby display, then turned back.

"But are you going to look for Morgan next?"

"First go find Miss Grey."

"I thought you were going to help that man investigate."

"No interest; the other party didn't commission me, and this time I'm just here to deliver a gift."

He lifted his briefcase; Aomo also noticed Kai's turn of head, and likewise glanced at the display hanging on the wall.

That was a news broadcast from an interstellar TV station; the unicorn monsters on the screen looked hideous, and there were quite a few of them.

The cosmic dangerous monster Cherubim is not exactly a rare visitor.

Because it likes to invade high‑energy planets, or rather, as long as there are high‑energy waves it can be drawn in to feed, so the frequency of its airdrop assaults on civilized gathering places has remained high.

The frequency is high, but the success rate is worrisome; plus they aren't completely brainless and still remember, so records of their invasions of Earth are only a few instances from a century ago.

When they appear in the news, it's basically them invading other planetary civilizations.

Moreover, they invade in swarms, even bringing the mother body along.

This time is likely the same.

"Should we not worry about it?" Aomo asked him.

Looking at the battle footage of the local military versus the monsters being broadcast on the screen, the tense combat at first glance doesn't resemble an ancient civilization.

It also falls within the usual scope of civilizations aided by Ultraman.

However, this world only has an office of the Land of Light, with just a group of young Ultras whose average age is under eight thousand years.

Each deployment is less about maintaining cosmic order and aiding weak civilizations, and more like simply going out for training.

"The office's Ultraman warriors have a high attendance rate; I'm not needed—" Having just sighed at the youthful vigor of the young Ultras, who always rush to volunteer whenever a mission arises, the moment his words fell, a cyan‑blue ribbon‑shaped radiance formed complete alien script from a black hole.

Aomo glanced at it and also used the terminal's idiot‑proof translation function.

It couldn't be deciphered.

It seems the O50 language hasn't been included in the standard translation library, which is lamentable.

Of course, the Oubu Ring can damn well issue tasks across a world, which is even more lamentable.

Several damn impressive black‑hearted companies!

"Looks like you still have to go busy?" Aomo asked.

Actually, there's no need to lament the fact that the Oubu Ring can issue tasks across a world.

After all, the reason Kai is called a 'wanderer' and 'galaxy's migratory bird' is not just his personal interest, but also a work necessity.

It's well known that the O50 star system's specialty is black‑hearted indentured workers.

Their appearance is dazzling and beautiful, attracting peace‑loving pure warriors to sign up and become Ultramen or even monsters.

But they lack five insurances and one fund (no summoning mechanism, and no resurrection even if you die); they don't even give you a charge when you're beaten at your doorstep (the Silver Grid Netherworld Scene), and they occasionally assign you unpaid hard‑labor tasks (the reason Kai has to run around east and west).

So Kai isn't really a particularly free Ultraman.

His being able to appear here proves that this place also has an Oubu Ring task for him, after all that thing doesn't give actual meaningful vacation time.

The truly free slippery guy must be a certain Ultra surnamed Dai who goes by the nickname "Little Spark Tower".

"Uh..." Kai's expression turned somewhat solemn, but when he looked again at Aomo and the passersby casting glances their way, he resumed his usual carefree smile, "Although it's not one thing, it's pretty much the same."

"Pretty much?" Aomo stared at him.

Couldn't tell if he was lying.

When you study the history of multiple fields, you indeed feel the subtlety of certain things being crowded together.

This subtlety lies between the ease of remembering things on the same day and the hassle of having to remember so much on that same day—amid that annoying feeling, you then realize that coincidences in this world are still numerous.

The vast universe also indeed has the possibility of bad things colliding together.

Then there would also be the possibility of insufficient manpower.

"Do you need help?" Aomo asked, but he also noticed the passersby distancing themselves and their fearful expressions.

"No, just continue on your winding journey of thanks, okay..." Kai said, handing over the soda bottle he had in his hand, which was already empty but he hadn't found a chance to throw away.

"Help me toss it."

"No problem."

Aomo readily took the bottle, then heard the other say:

"Also… you should reconsider what I said before."

With an earnest, admonishing demeanor, the serious wanderer raised his hand and pointed at his own eyes:

"Just now, it turned red here again."

"... I will apply to use the equipment here to get it checked."

"Hmm, if I have time after I'm busy, I'll come back to see you."