Chapter 516: NO. 99: Just too embarrassed to speak

NO. 99: Just too embarrassed to speak.

If it were ordinary Teresan on a regular day, Aomo would never dare to walk around in this posture.

Not to mention how many little girls would be frightened by him, just the past events in the junior high department teaching building made him desperately avoid running into classmate Xiao Lin Li Qi.

But in this truly empty place…… or rather, only possibly a Metronian could be present, he stepped forward without hesitation, searching for the traces of Tewei'er that ought to be there.

"Mr. Lindon, where is this?" the man on the screen was quite curious about the environment the camera could capture.

"Jiemen Xiqu, Central Teresan, one of my work posts."

The demon person said, then suddenly looked up at the rain clouds.

The rain dripping into his eye sockets hadn't yet accumulated before turning into mist, instead making his upward view difficult.

So he raised his hand, pinching a card between his fingertips.

"Melba."/Melba.

From the Beta Magic Blade came the identification sound of Chazuo, and in the next moment after the sky‑shattering monster appeared with a flick of the hand, it launched an assault on the sky.

The flashing wings broke through the clouds, the piercing cries shattering countless panes of glass—also showing that this world's fidelity is not as real as reality.

In the real Central Teresan, the building materials are no joke—even the windows can withstand the wind pressure of a galloping horse‑girl.

"One of?"

Although somewhat surprised by Aomo's sudden move, Jie Si Ti Si did not interfere.

He believed even more than Aomo that this world was empty of anything, so he wouldn't blame him for possibly hurting someone with this action.

As for the target Metronian…… given this race's talent, even as a technician, their physique is far harder than that of humans.

"That's not important; please keep quiet within ten seconds."

Aomo, who didn't really want to talk about his part‑time job, simply gazed at the building complex whose rain clouds he had once again cleared, and listened attentively.

But his hearing, as sharp as a horse‑girl's and even more acute after his demon transformation, instantly picked up two distinct door‑opening sounds.

One was above, one below, making his brows furrow.

"…"

"He's not here?"

Ten seconds later, looking at the demon person's immobile silence, Jie Si Ti Si couldn't help but ask.

However, Aomo, who had always been quite polite before, did not respond immediately this time, but instead muttered softly:

"Shouldn't……

He wasn't delighted to hear movement here, but why would the movement be coming from both sides?

"Are there still other people in this world?" He then looked at the screen.

His words also left Jie Si Ti Si stunned: "Other people?" (meaning unclear)

The Federal Police Bureau and the Two Worlds Safety Bureau had exchanged intelligence with each other; the total of everyone's arrest and kill numbers equaled the number of members in the Aggressor Alliance Army.

In other words, it's impossible unless the Aggressor Union's intelligence database, or someone in the police bureau or safety bureau made a mistake.

At least one of the three must be mistaken in order to explain the two incessant door‑pulling sounds he heard.

One above, one below—the upper one is an iron door, the lower one a wooden door.

They sounded like someone had been locked up, desperately pulling and yanking at the doors.

Aomo, having worked as a trainer at the academy for two months—having covered more than half of the area—knew that the door materials in Central Teresan were divided into four grades.

Basic facilities such as classrooms, trainers' offices, and activity rooms were all made of imported interstellar wood.

Facilities such as gyms and dance studios were made of bullet‑proof glass.

While the school's various exits, rooftop doors, laboratories, and equipment rooms—facilities that usually require students to apply for entry—are alloy doors.

Finally, the doors of the student council and the dean's office—although wooden, used a higher‑grade material than the other batch of imported interstellar wood, requiring not only toughness but also greater expense to display the nobility of those in high positions.

This had also been complained about after drinks by Miss Jun Chuan, belonging to an unnecessary expense of 'the dean's head getting hot and making a decision.'

Of course, for the sake of career stability, it's best to just forget such talk.

Moreover, the building materials here are not as impressive as those I'm familiar with.

But……

He stepped, ran, and even used the concealed flame vents in his scale‑covered body for faster, more precise movement and turns; Aomo first went to the trainers' office, the gym, and the student council room to check their respective materials.

The categories are the same.

"Although I don't know what you're doing, I want to remind you that less than twenty minutes remain," Jie Si Ti Si warned, "if the world is compressed to the extreme, it might form a small black hole."

"Are you sure it's compressed?" Aomo asked.

In the initial assessment, a new world whose mainframe had been crushed should, like a game whose server blew up, be hard to run and then collapse.

But the view that Aomo and Jie Si Ti Si saw from overlooking the world's breach was like another state.

Data and information were gathering in accordance with some will.

From collapse to concentration, a one‑character difference yields two different results.

"Certainly, I'm still monitoring the state from before the world's breach, and the equipment provided by the Two Worlds Safety Bureau intuitively displays this world's energy flow." He said, displaying a screen to the side.

"Can you read this chart? I completely don't understand why it turned out like this."

The one whom Aomo deliberately asked Shi Huaiya to lend permission to find, possesses considerable experience in traversing data worlds.

For super agents, retrieving people from the electronic world is just like Aomo's habit of looking for people—although there aren't many chances to take on such jobs anymore, the skill is still there.

And he indeed brought Aomo here, yet he couldn't understand the phenomenon of all energy flowing back toward the center.

"The center is Jiemen District."

Looking at that screen, Aomo naturally could recognize the blocks divided by lines into the respective city districts.

"You don't look very surprised?" Jie Si Ti Si looked at Aomo in the screen, who had lowered his head to glance at his feet then lifted his gaze to the ceiling.

He was in the corridor on the third floor of the junior high department teaching building, listening to the door‑pulling sounds from above and below.

Here, the sound position above was very familiar, but below was somewhat unfamiliar, reminding him of some subtle rumors.

The only connection left in this world is Tevier, and this person is through-and-through a horse-mother cook; considering that, the energy's return flow route isn't surprising.

Can you guess what he wants to do?

Thus character: "Jie Si Ti Si" watched him on the screen finally take a step; the moment he stepped out with one foot, the scenery had already changed.

He appeared before an iron door, as if using that teleportation ability again.

This world is ultimately collapsing; even if compression and consolidation are underway, the remaining energy is insufficient to fulfill his wish.

"What about the semi-finished product?" Aomo asked, looking at the familiar-looking iron door before him and the intact door handle.

The broad claws gripped it, twisting it distortedly without pressure, yet the pushing motion was very gentle.

Thus character: "Jie Si Ti Si" looked somewhat puzzled.

"The semi-finished product probably isn't possible either, huh? But what are you doing here? Nobody's here."

These words made the demon turn its head to look at him; the flames in its eye sockets swayed slightly, forming an arc like a question mark.

"What's wrong?" The super agent met its gaze without fear; he was the one full of question marks.

Then he saw the demon sigh, a wisp of pale silver flame tracing a swirl at the edge of its mouth.

"... Nothing, let's go to the basement to rescue that guy."

"Why sigh?"

"Sighing for the basement."

"?"

The super agent was considering whether to label Mr. Linthon as a riddler.

(End of chapter)