Chapter 44: The Recent Win Rate Is So High!

West District of Heaven Gate City, twelve li outside Heaven Gate Airport No. 3.

A giant creature 52 meters tall is currently 'gorging'.

Black speckles dot its cream-colored body, and the whole body feels as soft as a cream puff; this cosmic monster named King Airei, if scaled down proportionally, would be quite likable, and indeed its juveniles are quite popular, having once been kept as pets by their creators in their native world.

The Pite Star People synthesized a monster from improved freshwater fish and herbivorous animals, also dubbed the 'Ruler of the Waters'; its food preference depends on the breeding process, but the original version's favorite food is naturally electrical energy, followed by some cosmic microorganisms and plants.

This is why Aomo calls it an 'electricity-thief expert'; most Aomo fans' first impression of it is also stealing electricity, rather than later branches like third-generation solar absorption or regenerative moonlight absorption.

As for combat power... its huge body alone can be seen as a manifestation of strength, but aside from its size, its ability is to discharge electricity.

Its body itself possesses organs for storing and even converting current, capable of directly releasing a 500,000-volt current; if well-fed it can even break the current upper limit threshold, and with a tail tens of meters long, plus the ability to spew high-temperature carbon dioxide from its hands and emit crescent-shaped light blades from its mouth... it's not weak, but compared to the Ace Assassin who happily takes hits in the opposite district, it's clearly far too weak.

In fact, this creature's habits are very pet-like: it eats electricity, discharges it, then eats again; occasionally it moves around, and when its internal electricity stores enough, it can lay eggs and give birth; if its temperament is sufficiently gentle, it is essentially a natural biological power plant.

But it is not gentle.

Except when facing its master, where it is relatively docile, King Airei's temperament can even be described as ferocious, and it also has situations where it riots for battle.

However, it usually stays in the lake.

When immature, it's not particular—just needs water—but its appetite for energy surges in stages as it grows, eventually becoming a ruthless gorging beast.

Such a ruthless electricity-thief expert like an adult, instead of heading toward the nuclear power plant's buffet, strides boldly toward Heaven Gate Airport No. 3, which has only a few residential areas——

——already suspicious to the extreme.

Admittedly, there are plenty of power lines there, but it supplies more energy sources besides electricity, so it can only be said to be at the level of a typical workstation cafeteria.

How can a workstation cafeteria be compared to a buffet!

Isn't it obviously being controlled by someone?

Aomo, still in the taxi observing the distant King Airei, furrowed his brows and looked back at the newly added followed streamer on the light screen.

These are all streamers filming King Airei; Heaven Gate City truly lives up to its name—amidst the chaos on both sides, Aomo can not only hail a taxi normally, but also see many people like him taking a taxi to the western district.

Perhaps their purposes differ, but they are all preparing to rush to the scene.

For the citizens here, isn't this situation like a limited-time event, full of enthusiasm to participate?

Aomo was somewhat speechless, but quickly gathered his thoughts, returning to his earlier speculation.

As for controlling King Airei, the primary suspect is naturally the Pite Star People.

As the creators and tamers of the King Airei species, Pite Star People usually appear bound to King Airei; even the twin horns on King Airei's head, besides capturing signals, confirming magnetic fields, and finding food, also have the function of directly receiving commands from the Pite Star People.

That woman, proud as a male peacock, surely isn't a Pite Star Person, right......

"Sir Driver, please change the destination to this location, thank you."

He picked up his terminal, opened location sharing, called to the driver to take a detour, not heading straight for the monster's feet, but instead going toward the airport area; Aomo muttered to himself about this possibility.

Considering that Pite Star People are always promoted as beautiful female earthlings, that matches the woman's gender and appearance, but it still doesn't explain why a Pite Star Person would be so arrogant.

Even if you had a real monster, you wouldn't look down on other figurines, right? This native King Airei, with its crayon-like colors, really has nothing to say; the Ace Assassin I saw earlier was like a youth version, and this native King Airei here is even more like a youth version—being intercepted by the residential area around the airport is fine, but I didn't expect it to actually hinder its steps a bit.

It's hard to judge whether it's because Heaven Gate City truly has abundant talent, or because King Airei itself is simply too youthful.

In any case. Aomo watched this scene from afar, feeling that although today's two appearances were enough to move people (?), their performance was far inferior to yesterday's mechanical Godzilla.

But he didn't come here to be a spectator at the beast fight; after paying and quickly thanking the driver, he stepped out of the car, then nearby swiped a rental code at the curb, waiting for a drone to deliver his personal transport——

——he began to look around.

The protective shield here has been opened; residents who don't want to get involved have each entered buildings for shelter, while citizens intending to join the limited-time event are rushing about, calling friends to either set up positions or charge toward the battlefield where King Airei is.

At this time, Aomo standing by the vehicle rental kiosk is still quite conspicuous.

Conspicuous as he may be, in fact no one greeted him; only the ever-present decibels in his ears kept rising, making Aomo realize it was about time to deal with the other party.

"What are you looking for!" Morrison was still raising his voice.

From the moment he got in the car, this guy has been obsessively asking the same unanswered question over and over, interspersed with a few topic shifts and extensions; altogether it's countless questions, and Aomo really doesn't have the mood to answer them one by one.

"And you still haven't made clear what weapon you bought!"

This question is also the most likely to be raised; since the timing is right now, Aomo spoke up: "When I called the police, weren't you watching from the side?"

"I just glanced at those regulations you listed and didn't look closely," Morrison, asked this, felt a bit guilty, as if dreaming back to a distant classroom, "You surely aren't thinking of asking the police for arms, are you?"

"I merely added a hopeful remark on the side, not daring to hope for much, nor can I get used to the armament of the special police," Aomo calmly gazed ahead, his eyes scanning around, "but I really hope to obtain those two cards; for a student reporting at great risk, that's not too much, is it?"

Morrison stared, stunned, not expecting this kid to still be fixated on those two cards: "... What exactly are those two cards? Are you sure they can be weapons? That remark might just be a gimmick!"

"I'm going with my gut and taking a gamble, you in?" Aomo asked, "Just like in a Uma Musume betting game."

"I do believe you understand those little girls......" Morrison hesitated.

"You might as well also trust my understanding of monsters... although I want to say that, I indeed have a gambling component, and what gives me confidence is merely the intuition that has resurfaced after a long absence."

Aomo said this, raising his hand to tap his forehead.

Intuition—the definition from the Source Energy Department is actually quite scientific; Morrison also understands that, so he fell silent for a moment and sighed.

"It seems whether I follow or not makes no difference, right? Anyway, I'm just an electronic ghost."

"Losing a bit of confidence would have a very noticeable effect on Uma Musume," Aomo smiled.

"But I'm not Uma Musume, and we're not facing a race. I'll just keep going with it; anyway, looking back, every time I've won money betting on horses, it's been because I listened to you."

Morrison chuckled, then suddenly saw Aomo turn his head to look into the distance.

The electronic vampire limited by terminal performance is actually slower than an adopted child, belatedly noticing the floating armored vehicle flying in the distance and, on the other side, a heavy motorcycle carried by a large drone.

Personnel from the Two Worlds Safety Bureau and the delivery couriers from the rental company arrived almost simultaneously.

This also made Aomo's smile grow even richer.