Chapter 436: NO．19: A Misconception, Evil Does Not Represent Strength and Wisdom

NO．19：A misconception, evil does not represent strength and wisdom

Gaitiya, whose nature is that of a mirror, often uses ginkgo leaves to conceal her smooth skull resulting from three thousand years of labor.

When the project she was responsible for collapsed and she entered unemployment, only then did her scalp regain vitality, allowing wild growth.

But—

Having lost the symbol of strength, she soon faced a second defeat.

Although the AI reconstructed from her data in the digital world cannot fully recreate the human calamity of evil that originates from, bears, and carries out sin, it can still reproduce the characteristics of that human evil.

And……stance.

Abandoning its original intent and returning to the embrace of strength, the AI descended in the form of the Demon God King Gaitiya, restoring the strong one's hairstyle and also restoring those surprisingly proportioned powerful arms.

Such powerful hands would surely be no less effective whether striking a person or striking the Shadow Poem.

As Aomo instinctively raised his hand, his fingertips pinching empty air made him realize the card was missing; a single flap of his four wings, spraying flames to the max, was his struggle to survive.

Trying to escape from above the other's outstretched arms, the already manifested convergence of dark aspects.

However, even if his current speed surpasses that simulated in the initial Liangya Amazon business simulation, countless Demon God Pillars still writhe in blockade.

Life Institute: 'If you wish to obtain from her a reason to continue persevering.'

Information Room: 'If you wish to find from her clear evidence of investigative inquiry.'

Perception Star: 'If you wish to see from her the path to the future.'

Smelting Furnace: 'If you wish to see from her the furnace core you desire.'

Observation Station: 'If you wish to regain from her the field of vision to discern right from wrong.'

Armory: 'If you wish to obtain from her the belief to advance and break through obstacles.'

Control Tower: 'If you wish to grasp from her the solution to resolve the situation.'

——【DemonGodPillarAppears】——

One after another, warning pop-ups in 64-point red font indicate their respective identities; the wall formed by countless stacked Demon God Pillars has already blocked his path, and on each of their uniquely shaped crystalline bodies, similar light is accumulating.

"Arrogance! Immaturity! What a laughable crescent moon—"

"…" The demon suspended in midair remained silent, the white dots in its eye sockets rapidly shifting direction.

If we could have Jialatelong's computational power backing us, there would still be a chance…

If we had the Beta Magic Blade, we could still make a fight…

"The answer you seek lies behind you; your yearning for peace, yet insufficient to restrain the mad self-destructive heart, is precisely the lure that curses you."

"So, display courage before the sovereign, build a temple in your heart, forge your will into a cold, sharp bond, and sever those excess evil thoughts and hatred."

"For this, we follow the decision of the Control Tower."

"Life Institute, prove."

"Information Room, open court."

"Perception Star, open eyes."

"Smelting Furnace, release."

"Observation Station, activate."

"Armory, replenish."

"Control Tower, light up."

"General Bureau, judgment, may you be able to transcend all darkness and light, the serpent of enlightenment."

"ArsAlmadelSalomonis!"

"No matter how well you say it, it can't change the fact that you all are gathering power—guwa!"

"!"

It emitted the miserable cry of a grunt unit, experiencing a light band + burning-ray shot more intense than that of a certain shield-bearing girl; Aomo's vision went black, his body stiffening straight like a salted fish.

That pain lasted only an instant.

But that fleeting phantom pain is endless.

"Alright, that aura has been severed."

Nandingeger yanked the instrument from Aomo's head, revealing his dazed gaze.

"Mr. Lindun?" Gele's eyes were full of worry.

The Desert Hero also waved a hand in front of Aomo's eyes.

"Mr. Lindun, what's wrong with you?"

"Hey, Bagesite, are you sure you didn't mistake him? This idiot doesn't look like Aomo Lindun at all."

"You previously acknowledged him as such."

"It's as if he were struck by lightning, right, Gele?"

"Um… mind your manners… manners…! Meiluxin."

"How did you treat him?" Mogen asked the Nandingeger who was collecting other devices nearby.

"Connected to Chaldea's mental detection and repair platform."

"Sikadi?"

"I don't know, maybe it's Jieluonimo or even Angelamaniu…" the head nurse said, and then saw the screen beside the instrument tremble, the factory-style bell ringing even more loudly.

She answered and lifted the excessively retro handset, listening for a few seconds before turning her head to look at Mogen:

"He was treated by Gaitiya."

"? His condition is this serious?"

"I think it's a human problem."

After the two finished speaking, they both turned their heads to look at the youth lying as still as a mummy, and saw him suddenly shudder.

His eyes gained focus, his body suddenly relaxed, yet he immediately used a semi‑transparent magic claw to snatch the card box and briefcase on the table.

In the moment of withdrawing his hand, they connected and were tossed over, switching hands into his pocket.

A swift and clean series of motions, Aomo, having just regained control of his weapon, exhaled as if relieved, turned his head and asked Nandinggeer:

"Is there still that aura? Miss Nandinggeer."

"If you don't solve this problem after taking such a harsh hit, you'll have to go file a cross‑district complaint against Chaldea."

"No, you may leave."

Nandinggeer, who had just issued a discharge certificate, instantly lost interest, turned and began fiddling with the instruments.

At that moment, Aomo finally had the leisure to notice Ge Lei and the Desert Hero, as well as several unfamiliar girls, and even the five or six corpses lying at the doorway.

Corpses?

Recalling the sound he heard before being sent into the electronic space, Aomo's expression turned somewhat strange.

Even if the Law and Politics Department's lackeys were just being used as guns, that's fine, but why are they putting in so much effort?

Are the wages that high?

Nandinggeer also lifted her head, calling out to Mo Gen: "Right, take care of those guys, don't interfere with any possible medical work."

Deal with……

Aomo really wanted to retort at that astonishing wording, but he more suspected that the Head Nurse's command‑like tone would become the trigger for a new conflict.

But he saw that Ms. Mo Gen wasn't angry, merely nodding her head.

"Since this guy's awake too, we should be heading out, Ge Lei."

"Yes, Holy Mother."

"Holy Mother?" He found the title a bit odd, but Aomo hurriedly called out:

"Wait a moment, can you free up your hands to pick up a few things?"

"?"

Mo Gen and the few women beside her turned around, seeing Aomo already rummaging through the briefcase, pulling out gift boxes one after another.

"Although I don't know how the group that framed you arranged things or what they think of me, I've come this time to express my thanks. Here, these two gifts are for you."

"And this, this, and these few boxes are yours, Ge Lei." "Huh?"

"Miss Desert, you certainly have a share too—thanks for your assistance in the early digital world." "Huh? That was back then?"

"Yes, I've never found a good opportunity to thank you all, and I feel sorry for that."

"That's enough; we're still in a hurry," Mo Gen said coolly.

She unexpectedly accepted the gift readily, handing it to the pink‑haired, gray‑eyed child beside her, while the fairy girl whose gaze toward her always held a hint of playfulness.

But he didn't expect Aomo to then stuff a bottle of drink into her hand.

"Ah, of course, please."

One cannot deny the claim of being in a rush; even if just an unlucky bystander caught up and used, Aomo could see that the Law and Politics Department's gang, hurrying to the door, seemed intent on further escalating the situation.

At the same time, one cannot overlook the possibility of stalling for time.

The stolen Aoerte Active Organization was merely a pretext for attacking Mo Gen's reputation; if it weren't limited to attacking Mo Gen's reputation, then it would signify a desperate bid to buy time at a critical juncture.

In that case……

"……"

Aomo felt his guess was too far‑fetched.

"It's impossible that monsters attack everywhere, right? And besides, this thing is……"

Having retreated to the edge of the cot, Aomo, while tidying his briefcase, suddenly felt something poking his buttocks and thigh, and instinctively grabbed it out.

Oh, damn……

Looking at the black‑handed, dark‑red crystal‑ringed object in his hand, he thought he might not be fully awake.

The Hei'an Ring, which only appears in the hands of the most wicked beings in the universe, was grasped by him, drawing everyone's gaze.

And he rubbed his eyes, then looked again.

It really was gone, flying from his loosely gripped hand toward the window.

But the next second, black mist spread, and the earth trembled.

Aoerte Earth Combat—grandly opening!

But it lasted only a few dozen seconds before grandly withering.

Because a swift Holy Sword Wielder had returned.