Chapter 453: Just say whether it's a good thing or not

NO. 36: Just say whether it's a good thing or not.

Just as Aomo said, even by the next day, the witch beast had not found any trace of that super agent.

Internet information changes in an instant; unless one has some special ability, any delayed pursuit is meaningless.

But the parties involved probably don't think that way.

The red-robed witch honestly made a report in the terminal's light screen, as if feeling guilty, and no longer appeared in reality.

"Don't worry too much; I'll go talk to Qian later…"

Standing in Qian's underground laboratory, examining the strangely shaped machine before him, Aomo turned his head to glance at the witch on the nearby light screen: "Just go look at the data I sent you first."

That was information about the horse girls.

It concerned the race schedules in which Chazuo, Suzi, and Bopang each participated separately.

Before this, Aomo had already given the three horse girls a list and data of 'likely to be fellow competitors'; this time the miscellaneous data given to the witch beast was the related horse-girl news of the past two days.

Although the task was to help Qian gather data on the super agent, the web‑scraping job of collecting horse‑girl related information would not be neglected.

After all, compared to investigating the super agent—a goal that is clearly a long chain of tasks—the debut race starting in less than a week is far more worthy of attention.

But doing so also brings the problem of stepping out of one's comfort zone.

Because among the pool of athletes guessed from various information, there were no students from Central Difangteleisen.

This is not really surprising, after all it's an August OP‑tier event, with timing and level fixed there; Aomo also had some expectation.

But he had long been accustomed to the information‑flow monitoring policy of expanding outward from Central Difangteleisen as the center.

Suddenly having to start from other Difangteleisen and horse‑girl training schools is quite a hassle.

Just like someone who's used to signing big‑V contracts suddenly having to sweep all the free little‑Vs at the bottom.

Not only does it fail to form a proper 'box', but low exposure also makes the information seem scarce, like a blank sheet.

One might as well say it was originally just a blank sheet……

An OP‑tier event is like a gold rank: the players are either old novices who can't reach platinum, or promising newcomers who've faced AI for a year and then moved to PvP.

Of course, there's also Fried Fish Old—under his arrangement, Bopang is one of them.

By comparison, Suzi and Chazuo each had run a few small matches without a trainer, but they still fall far short of Fried Fish's level.

They had only dabbled in PvP during the AI era, never raising their rank experience.

Thus this match suddenly seemed important.

Aomo did not lack confidence in those two horse girls, but his ideas always differed from theirs.

Whether having an additional trainer's input makes any difference compared to before……

Whether one can break through one's own previous shackles……

Whether one can truly enjoy the pleasure of running and the pursuit of speed……

An answer will come soon.

At the same time, this will also be Aomo's first battle demonstrating his ability as a trainer……

"From now on, whether you dare to open the Umastagram app will depend on how these girls perform this month."

Speaking words the witch beast could hardly understand, Aomo looked back and inserted a card that kept twisting in the dark‑red view into the device slot before him.

Then he pulled down the lever beside him—its thick old‑industrial atmosphere not Qian's idea, but mostly Bopang's mechanical aesthetic.

Of course, the trainer was also puzzled.

This girl has been watching New Gundam lately—how come her taste is leaning toward old‑style machinery?

Puzzling as it may be, Aomo has always been indifferent.

Pulling the lever, he watched the card being swallowed into the machine; faint energy undulations traced a slight winding internal path as they moved, then faded.

At the same time, moreover, a faint cracking sound could be heard.

The energy condensed in the card's form was drawn out and became unbalanced; the unstable energy collisions naturally announced the card's destruction.

What is gained by destroying a card is naturally the condensation of a brand‑new card.

These cards, forcibly rescued from the explosions of the hundred‑bodied horse‑beast by a secret key, already possessed energy greater than ordinary cards; even if some energy is lost when they are smashed and re‑condensed, the resulting new card's strength remains hardly diminished.

But the premise also has to be……

... Card!

Black mist rose before the slit on the opposite side of the machine, gradually compressing and gathering into a black card…… but before Aomo could reach out and pull it, it already emitted a crisp sound.

Cracks covered the card, and countless glows leaked out from them.

This looked like the rhythm of some rainbow‑tinged card draw, yet it made Aomo's eyes narrow.

Almost in an instant! He extended his claws in the posture of a demon!

The silvery‑white fingertips hovering above the card had the same black smoke being drawn away, churning, approaching the card, and gathering toward the crack.

Aomo tried this way to maintain the card's stability.

He had done this twice before, but both times it was futile.

In the three activations of the machine, the first time he was unprepared; the second and third times he tried to compensate with external means.

I truly wish Qian and Suzi would put a bit more effort into perfecting it at the machine level, but Qian has things on her mind and Suzi is preparing for the race right now……

He had already considered visiting a certain coffee shop.

A certain genius physicist who can figure out the energy in a full bottle and craft a knight's belt, encountering this same sort of energy‑conversion‑utilization technical problem, would largely be a professional match.

But before that……

After all, 'no more than three attempts'—he still wanted to struggle a bit.

After all……

Even if it's a last‑minute Buddha‑hug, we've learned it—we can't just not use it, can we?

Moreover, there's a distinction of variables! This psychic‑system emotion‑extraction technique naturally draws from the current mood.

And at this moment he was recalling yesterday's feeling.

Usually, although audiovisual works often use it as a primary means of expression, it is truly difficult for a person to achieve a recollection as complete as a full scene reconstruction.

But those assisted by technology or source energy can!

Retrieving memories is as easy as reading a file in a folder for Aomo, allowing him to easily immerse himself in past emotions.

And what he recalled this time was the feeling brought by someone who could leisurely find class to press him—a feeling as hard as a clenched fist.

It seemed as if his anger had indeed been received.

Unlike the previous three draws that collapsed and scattered within two seconds, that card finally maintained its energy balance after nearly ten seconds of repair.

After the demon raised its claw and moved it aside, within the tens of seconds of close observation, there was no further abnormality.

But in the dark-red eyes that had reverted to a human form, there remained a hint of doubt; the hand reaching out again was slow and trembling, and from that small fixed opening, he plucked the black result.

At that moment, black mist rose again between his two fingers, but it did not come from any crack; rather, it appeared on the chaotic card surface.

The black mist receded, revealing a clear outline and color.

Sharp sickle-like limbs, layered armored tail, a chest-mounted light organ similar to that of Jetton, and that ferocious face with sharp horns.

The cosmic battle beast of the M91 star system, which first appeared in《Ultraman Gaia》, has a weight of 107,000 tons as it attempts to stomp on Ultraman Gaia, and, by means of the long horn on its head, achieves an external height increase of 85 meters.

After becoming a fusion material for the Fayinbu King (Five Emperor King), opportunities for solo appearances became few.

This card probably could only make Mr. Kai's face show difficulty……

The most recent appearance in his memory was as a card on the set of Ultraman Orb, and in the records, the second-generation individual of Super Gub, although defeated early by Ultraman Orb Origin, also gained the battle result of heavily injuring Ultraman Orb or even causing it to lose memory.

Furthermore, thinking of the Galatron card in his pocket, Aomo felt that Red Kai's gaze toward him would become increasingly special in the future; he placed this card, now free of resentment but full of destructive desire, into his card case.

Never mind, no matter how he looks at it, it won't hinder my shipments!

Although external power was used, it's still basically a lucky draw, right?

These days he has been using this machine as a fortune-tester, judging luck by a daily draw, and Aomo feels that something good should happen today.

He might as well visit that Love and Peace café today.

Thinking this, he had just stepped toward the basement exit stairs, preparing to go to the kitchen to make breakfast, when he again heard someone's shout:

"Aomo! Look at this!"

Morrison, who seemed these days to not need to attend cram school, summoned Aomo's helpless gaze with his usual call.

But he didn't need to say anything; that gaze immediately narrowed.

Because he saw that incredibly clear photo: vast wilderness, shattered aircraft, and…… a hastily assembled fragment structure resembling toy parts.

【Second major network intrusion in August! Suspected culprit: a Digimon!】