Chapter 52: Chapter Fifty: That Is Exactly What I Wish!

Having a buyer who can appreciate the value of the goods in advance is certainly pleasing, but a point worth reminding is that, although those imitation Beta Magic Blades have solved the weight-reduction problem of the Beta system, they are lacking in strength and durability.

I heard you plan to confront the thief who stole our company's goods; I have a suggestion here.

Please speak.

If you can retrieve the genuine Beta Magic Blade and not be rejected by it, the company may give it to you, as long as you are willing to provide an annual usage report of the Beta Magic Blade.

I have heard that your company has actually given up researching the genuine article, because you have already thoroughly analyzed that technology; being unable to reproduce a perfect work is merely due to limitations in rules and materials.

Ha ha, one must always believe there might still be a turnaround, right? Mr. Lindon.

Just as I never thought anyone would be willing to purchase such a... pre-release test sample before promotion, after all, it's already 612, and everyone trusts the official version more than the test version.

I also trust the official version more, but unfortunately sometimes there arise feelings that transcend rationality.

Oh? May I ask if your ancestors had any relation to the Mefilas aliens?

I believe that, aside from the demon aspect, you are purely human.

Demon... human... anyway, in short, without further ado, regarding this request, our company does not intend to compromise; perhaps after you experience the power of the genuine version you will change your mind... for now, please allow me to wish you a pleasant transaction.

Then let it be so; pleasant transaction.

The virtual reality technology structured from the convenient device carried by the Executor allowed Aomo to have a 'face-to-face' talk with the person in charge of the Frontier Lighthouse Company.

The conversation was very brief; compared to buying imitations, more time was spent on the topic of the genuine article—although one might say that, the whole thing was only a few minutes, after all, even the speech was completed via electronic dialogue, without needing to actually speak.

Furthermore, because it was set up for undisturbed communication, even Morrison Tuomagezi did not hear it.

The electronic vampire, still unaware that his standing in Aomo's heart was growing lower, looked at him anxiously and asked:

"Did the negotiation fail?"

"No, but I failed to cut the price of an item."

"What is the next item?" Morrison Tuomagezi froze; this was not within the scope of their previous conversation.

"The focus now is not this," Aomo shook his head and returned the terminal device to the Executor, and asked by the way, "Are those intersections blocked?"

"All set, I'm also preparing to go check; do you want to come along?"

If we go together, I can also give you a ride; the spatial rift transmission that previously seemed very convenient is standard equipment for Executors, though it's a special supply for large operations and requires an active application.

"Together," Aomo naturally prepared to hitch a ride, and didn't forget to bring the large motorcycle still hanging at the entrance, "Help me bring it along, by the way, do you have a communication assistant?"

The Two Worlds Safety Bureau, when handling difficult incidents, will to some extent conscript local assistants; the communication assistant is prepared precisely for this, and besides the set function of 'being able to connect to the Executors' public channel,' the assistant's own performance surpasses most market terminals and phones, even using brainwave communication technology—

—this is a technology only released by those few major brand terminals, and also a technology beginning to be phased out by military equipment.

Of course, for cybernetically enhanced individuals on the tech side, brainwave calls are basic operations; any higher-version crystal core can achieve them.

They generally find it hard to understand how moving it is for those unwilling to install crystal cores when they first use brainwave communication.

"You even know this?"

He pulled out a simple, plain black earpiece from his waist pouch and handed it over; the Executor's face was full of awkwardness.

Normally they would explain to assistants how to use this, but this time it turned into the other party actively asking for it; however, this Executor had also been put through several rounds by Aomo, not overly surprised, merely activating the device to unfold the black rift before him, and saw Aomo run over to push the motorcycle from the entrance.

The Executor vaguely remembered that this heavy motorcycle was rented by him.

Logically, after handing over the card and reaching cooperation, this young man should honestly return the vehicle, since being able to travel with the Executor eliminates the need for such transportation, yet he seems oddly obsessed with it beyond imagination.

He insists on bringing it along for the transfer, and even now, when leaving, he still wants to keep bringing it.

Is there some psychological trauma from being dumped in the wilderness? Or is he simply a car enthusiast, even with a past as a biker gang?

That's not the case; he would guess being a Kamen Rider is more plausible than this.

Aomo's initial reason for insisting on bringing that motorcycle was simple: he felt Heaven Gate City was a bit large, and if no one nearby could teleport him, he'd have to run himself to death on the road.

But this time, the reason for insisting on bringing it was that he had previously made some progress in modeling the personality of that Pete alien, and when he reused it to re-examine the other's thoughts, he instead derived a completely new route.

A route leading to the maximum-capacity shipping lane, the road where the First Heaven Gate is located.

Unable to deal with the Holy Terra Federation, he instead wants to tamper with the main symbol of the Holy Terra Federation's enclave Heaven Gate City, which suits a distorter who constantly avoids reality and continually seeks compromise and self-validation for his actions.

Purely in terms of causing chaos and destruction, that great Heaven Gate is quite suitable, and they have also obtained the Heaven Gate Key—he has browsed the Executor channel's reports and already seen that the Key sent out by the Executor sent to inspect the Third Heaven Gate has been tampered with, which is the result of the distorter's power and the rewriting of Heaven Gate data, continually distorting and destroying the world coordinates where Heaven Gate records are completed.

How many transmigrants must this block from returning home to visit relatives, and there may even be another Heaven Gate riot.

Being able to twist the Key also means a certain degree of research and understanding; although this may not be him, but rather those cyber hackers he hired, the result does not conflict.

So after exiting the transmission rift, he separated from the much more agile Executor, drove straight to the tunnel in the middle section of that highway, and waited in a pitch-black darkness for another test of his conjecture.

Speculating recklessly about a fellow over two thousand years old, the chance of failure is nearly a hundred percent.

But she is a Pete alien.

Pete aliens, although extraterrestrials with physiological and ability differences from Earth humans, are not considered a long-lived species.

She can learn longevity; her bodily youth may still have room for rejuvenation, but for most species whose physical limit is around a hundred years, prolonged years will bring mental deterioration.

Moreover, it is difficult to reverse.

Bian Qin Caroline's such a distinct type; two thousand years of time have instead made her twisted, a defect, she even cannot tell apart those from the same universe as herself—once famous Baltan aliens, Zernia aliens, and cicada humans.

This proves her memory is also being lost, in a deficient state.

On the contrary, the more he thinks, the more he can fill that mental model in his heart.

Perhaps because he has repeatedly seen similar failures, similar challenges, similar gradual losses and abandonments... even he himself has some feelings; error is not the problem, error can discover problems, but no matter what, one should not lower one's goal......

Aomo thought in his heart, as if asking something, the fingers in the darkness silently probed into the pouch, rubbing that commemorative coin.

Whether it's a horse girl or a person, compromise is unacceptable; at least one must be worthy of oneself, worthy of one's formerly desperate self.

By now, Aomo has signed his name on the contract.

It appears to float mid‑air, the paper shining brightly, yet it is as steady as if fixed in space.

It is completely unaffected by the storm kicked up by the massive object released opposite.

He too will not compromise; even if waiting is required, the decision he made will not change.

He will not settle for second best.

If he becomes a mercenary, although he cannot be recruited by the Source Energy Engineering Institute, nor hired by the Two Worlds Safety Bureau, he can still access everything about transmigrants, only the procedures will be a bit more troublesome.

He thought this in his heart, watching the paper with the signed name quickly fade in midair; his gaze, never shifting, naturally fixed on that woman, not daring to touch, yet the hastily released Hei'an.

That Hei'an was breaking through the deep tunnel, causing countless debris to scatter down together with the light.

And the woman laughed maniacally, as if already soaked in Hei'an, but more likely it was the Hei'an inherent in her heart that was being released.

The small Hei'an and the large Hei'an seemed to attract each other, and Aomo saw that huge hand reach down.

Ace Assassin, the power stored in that part of the card transformed via the Beta System, would inevitably be closer to the original Ace Assassin, yet it did not immediately follow the hostility of the Pete Star People to attack Aomo, but instead instantly extended its right hand, uncovered by claws, toward the Summoner.

In that instant of the latter's astonished gaze, pure Hei'an welled up at the point where their nearly intangible skins met, easily engulfing it.

"Not a bit of resistance......"

Aomo, watching this scene, sighed, feeling that irony once again.

Do I really have to treat something mentally impaired, and even lacking any stress response, as an enemy?

As a hidden danger causing city-wide chaos, isn't that a bit too absurd?

He thought this, watching the hand that had swallowed Bian Qin Caroline tremble slightly in the strange bloodlight, while he reached again into his satchel and felt something cold and hard.

Between the fingers of his other hand, it was not just that card.

Belial Ultraman

Mecha Godzilla

The two cards, both bearing battle-damage features, lay in his hand—clearly inert objects, yet they emitted furious, savage battle roars and icy, alien howls intertwined, like auditory hallucinations, which Aomo flung into the air.

The two activated cards halted in midair, firmly blocking the Ace Assassin's descending claws once more, while the Beta Magic Blade imitation in Aomo's hand, with its blood-red crystal spikes, precisely pierced the overlapping point of the two cards, and also lodged in the midsection of the crack on the Mecha Godzilla card.

Like a beast provoked at its wound, an even colder, violent aura erupted explosively.

But at that instant, it seemed as if time had frozen; Aomo, the Morrison Silencer, suddenly recalled the words he had heard before that platform.

【The Technical Bureau entrusted me, when handing these two cards to you, to tell you two things】

【They are products of artificially extracted and sealed power; the technology itself is not stable enough, usable only once, and their ferocity far exceeds that of the genuine otherworldly items】

【Furthermore... considering your data shows demon blood, the likelihood of activation through bestial influence is high; you must consider the risks, wielding this power requires a soul that yearns for darkness yet is extremely restrained—do not use it lightly】

Back then, he merely nodded silently, giving no answer that would seem absurd to the other party.

But at this moment, he completely uttered a self-talk tinged with some excitement.

"That is exactly as I wished!"