Chapter 56: He Must Adapt to Many Things

Aomo had a big eating session in the bureau cafeteria.

Four bowls of rice, six plates of dishes, and a large bowl of soup—he ate them all.

He also broke two pairs of chopsticks.

But that doesn't matter!

What matters is to highly praise the cafeteria staff's cooking!

And it didn't attract any onlookers!

Because what others had on their tables wasn't any less either.

But thinking about it, it's not strange.

The mechanical department is still fine; source energy cultivation truly increases appetite somewhat, after all some techniques also consume stamina or even life force.

As for the body cultivation category, needless to say, they're all excellent rice buckets.

Compared to that, Aomo's table really isn't much.

It's even less than some Umamusume (x).

Just after finishing, Aomo immediately stood up and didn't linger.

Taking a few steps to aid digestion is a good habit, but mainly it's because an Executor is waiting for him at the door.

Waiting for him to give a statement.

They didn't even give him time to digest.

Though it's called a statement, there's actually nothing much to record.

The reason is simple: with a crystal core stored in his brain, Aomo's information is constantly recorded and stored, and can be filtered and transmitted at any time according to his command.

Perhaps there could be concealment, but it's absolutely true; the proof isn't from the crystal core company, but from the Heart of Terra, which synchronizes all data.

Of course personal privacy matters can be concealed; the Two Worlds Safety Bureau has been quite open about this, perhaps also because Aomo truly is a hero who helped them a lot.

But there's also a problem: his crystal core once went on strike for a period of time.

During the time when he used the Beta Magic Blade to awaken the power in the monster card and transformed into that hundred‑meter beast, Aomo had no records at all.

"So you still want to know what I did as a monster?" Aomo frowned, thinking it unreasonable.

That's certainly unreasonable!

The whole city was livestreamed, fully recorded; as soon as Aomo woke up he could see himself beating up the Ace Assassin, the monster action film of the Sheer Hyper Airei King, and even different angles from micro‑drones and satellite footage.

It was like a livestream of an Umamusume race, with several camera angles to choose from—given this level of public scrutiny, is there really any need to ask?

"To be precise, we want to know whether you noticed anything strange at that time."

Being addressed with an honorific by an Executor is also a nice experience, but Aomo still feels it's unnecessary.

The opponent fused with the monster power, or rather was completely devoured; when I defeated the monster, they died within it as well.

That fusion was so thorough that even clothing and such were destroyed along with it, leaving no foreign objects behind except the monster power itself.

"Monster cards." Aomo said coldly, feeling they were just asking about that.

Just mentioning it makes his heart ache.

His Mechanical Godzilla and Belial Ultraman cards were one‑time use items; after releasing the power last night they completely died, and even the imitation Beta Magic Blade broke; Aomo hasn't sent the scraps for inspection yet, but he guesses it was an overload.

After all, the near‑original Ace Assassin and Hyper Airei King are quite strong; yet when he fought them it was like beating a child, and in beam clashes he had no advantage at all—showing that the combined output of the two cards is impressive, but the imitation Beta Magic Blade seemingly couldn't withstand this sort of "throwing tiles".

The genuine version should be fine, right?

Back then he felt a bit eager to try, while now his heart only aches from losing the "throwing tiles" and the cool toy.

After a battle, his power is gone, and now he's being dragged here to give a statement... which transformation‑system hero has ever suffered this? Sure enough, monster transformation means no human rights, huh?

Damn! I haven't even taken a few photos of myself back then!

How many monster fans could refuse the experience of monster transformation? Even if Aomo had no time to notice then, later he'd regret not turning into Spider‑Man to take a fierce selfie of himself!

But upon reflection, it doesn't really seem worth being sad about.

Because he can just use others' photos!

Especially those monster forums where people often post; there are many talented folks, and most of their photos look better than his.

But after all, he still lost the toy—oh wait, he lost the "throwing tiles", and it really hurts!

He was still feeling the heartache, while the Executor, upon hearing that, simply lowered his head, pulled out a small metal box from under the table, opened it, and saw two cards inside.

"The Airei King Card and the Ace Assassin Card have already been recovered; we want to ask about something else."

"Something else?" Aomo blinked, trying to recall; although he couldn't rely on the crystal core for memory, yesterday's events were still fairly fresh, especially since that experience was so profound.

But even so, he could only shake his head.

"No, I didn't notice anything else."

Could that guy have been carrying something else that could resist the breath energy? Aomo didn't voice that doubt; instead he recalled the info about that man and woman, and suddenly remembered the key Kailifu had mentioned.

"By the way, is there no problem with the missing key of Heaven Gate?"

"There was a slight distortion phenomenon, already dealt with." The Executor didn't hide it, perhaps because Aomo counts as one of the parties involved.

After finishing his answer he stood up, pointed to the two colleagues listening nearby, and said: "We have no more questions; next you can go with these two to Heaven Gate Hospital for a check‑up—the appointment's already been made."

"..."

Aomo wanted to speak but held back; he does understand why a check‑up is needed: first, changes in physique, awakening of bloodline; second, mental state.

He hasn't forgotten the instructions given when he obtained the two monster cards; many people, including Morrison, think he might have residual mental effects.

But he feels that upon waking he has no problems at all; on the contrary, he feels refreshed, as if he'd had a great dream.

But nobody would probably believe that.

Many people with mental illness are actually more energetic than before; compared to words, it's the system's comprehensive check‑up results that are more convincing.

Forget it; just treat it as a precaution for future peace of mind—let's get checked.

Aomo thought that, and rose as well, but then he heard the Executor suddenly pause, pushing the box on the table:

"By the way, don't forget these two monster cards."

"?" The sudden surprise left Aomo somewhat startled and uneasy.

"I heard it's the result of multifaceted negotiations from above; even the person in charge of the frontier lighthouse participated. After this battle, you've gained the support of many big shots, Mr. Aomo." The unsmiling Executor suddenly showed a smile.

"... Really, it makes me feel honored and startled." Aomo's trouble alarm is blaring, even feeling he needs to return to Earth today. "But these cards shouldn't be given after the check, once my mental state is confirmed fine?"

"Maybe the higher-ups think letting you have them first would actually help stabilize your mentality," the Executor shrugged, "but hopefully you won't really increase our workload."

"After all... the overtime these past few days has really made everyone's mood not good."

The implication is naturally hoping Aomo behaves himself, doesn't cause trouble.

"That's natural."

Although feeling a bit wronged, he could also understand the anger of the overtime MAN; Aomo nodded, took the small box, was momentarily stunned, then looked toward the two Executors previously pointed at by the other party.

"Sorry to trouble you two."

"No problem, please go this way."

Everyone nodded to each other; the two silent Executors guided Aomo all the way, experiencing the intricate routes inside the Security Bureau, finally arriving not at the front gate but at the rear floating parking lot.

In the Security Bureau's special vehicle, Aomo fished out his earphones, then his terminal, fiddled with the songs in the playlist, pulled out 'NextFrontier' before finally stopping, closing his eyes to calm the waves that had just surged in his heart.