Chapter 60

Can't shake it off...

The problem is huge......

Don't panic...

Panicking is useless.

Fully armed Executor, obviously a large hovercraft used for team operations.

The Third Reconnaissance Squad of the Two Worlds Safety Bureau fully equipped and set out, each flipping through the case information they had received before departure, but their glances, more or less, were directed at the youth sitting in the corner.

Accompanying assistant Aomo Lindun.

His information was also among the messages they received; although it didn't mention his record of battling in monster form, as one of the primary requirements for a reconnaissance team member is information-gathering ability and a keen sense for information, for these people, the youth's identity being true is no different from being completely public.

However, these people's main concern about the youth wasn't yesterday's battle results, but rather that the youth's condition seemed not good.

From the moment they met, he often spaced out, and his self-introduction seemed forced, which was genuinely worrying.

The reconnaissance team's internal chat group has already discussed this topic in fifty messages; the currently most supported speculation is that Mr. Aomo paid some price for yesterday's battle performance, leaving him still unrecovered.

Everyone exclaimed 'indeed indeed', a young man wielding such exaggerated power couldn't possibly have no cost, but everyone also shouldn't casually show pity; the young man is proud, and pity would actually hurt his heart.

Given that they already have the ability to act as scouts, their acting skills are fine, but unfortunately the latter's vigilance is actually quite high; when they noticed that all their fellow members were silently staring at them, Aomo's whole body started to feel creepy.

I won't expose anything, will I?

These reconnaissance team members are all going to the scene to investigate traces, doing the work of agents; Aomo feels his modest skills are inadequate to show off before professionals, especially since the list also includes profilers, mediums, people as scientific as occultists, and genuine occultists—all present.

He only hopes these people have a bit more professionalism, not to idle away prying into his privacy, and then directly expose the secret he only recently came into contact with.

Being received by Chief Juanzhang is fine, but communicating with the Heart of Terra is a major secret.

Why doesn't Heaven Gate City open the Mata region? The reason for all this destruction and casualties—after hearing this, Aomo felt immense pressure.

To be honest, from a rational standpoint, he actually supports the Heart of Terra.

The city's development has been too rapid, bloating to the point where functionality can't keep up with obesity; a major upheaval is just the bold reform needed.

Aomo can already foresee that Heaven Gate City will soon enact or amend a series of new regulations; when he returns to Earth and comes back to Heaven Gate City later, the city will appear unchanged on the surface but different inside.

But this support is just empty talk.

The sacrifice isn't his own; of course, one could say it's a necessary sacrifice.

Aomo has no feelings for this city, let alone a sense of belonging; the stance of the Heart of Terra and Chief Juanzhang is clearly not something he can identify with.

As a tourist, he makes no comment, remains silent—this is a relatively stable and cautious response.

This ordeal is basically over.

No more talk, don't be curious.

Forced to know this inside information, he can't digest it; he can only try to bury it deep in his memory.

But the mayor left him a remark when he resigned:

Besides those two cards, the Safety Bureau also recovered a set of devices; remember to filter your email—friends at the Frontier Lighthouse might already be impatient.

Aomo realized he had lost control of his expression at that time, so the old man laughed happily.

But when he logged into his email and filtered the sender, truly seeing a message from the Frontier Lighthouse, he couldn't help but put on a listless, despairing face.

That was a urging message, urging him to contact soon, but the wording was humble and polite, even a bit self-abasing.

Inform Aomo that, due to Heaven Gate City's network protection, these large corporations cannot directly access his communications; only Aomo can initiate contact. Please Aomo, upon seeing the email, contact them as soon as possible—they will certainly not disappoint him.

Most people probably can't understand why Aomo would see such a message not as a delight but as despair, even thinking he's being very Versailles.

But Aomo's train of thought is fine; the whole matter is actually not hard to understand.

In short: the big shots all have expectations of him.

The big shots are willing to show him kindness, which is both an honor and a heavy burden.

Moreover, this treatment started after his overwhelming victory yesterday.

This only makes him more anxious.

The Belial and Godzilla cards are gone, the imitation Beta Magic Blade also broke; although he gained an awakened bloodline and a trendy hairstyle, they can hardly make up for the huge gap from his former self.

His current feeling is somewhat like after the final moon‑fang heaven‑piercing crimson dye, both Soul Society and the Quincy have extended olive branches to him, but he still hasn't drawn those damned twin blades!

I just washed up!

It's terrifying, bro!

However, what the Safety Bureau recovered is obviously the genuine Beta System and magic blade; recalling the conditions previously proposed by the Frontier Lighthouse's representative, Aomo is indeed tempted.

Who could resist the genuine toy of the older brother!

Unless it's an even cooler modded toy! (struck out)

If the genuine Beta Magic Blade could actually be wielded, pairing it with the two cards just acquired would best compensate for the lost tile‑throwing ability; as for the originally rejected annual usage report...

Aomo is also a compromising person.

If you initially asked him to file a report, reveal his information, and possibly let the Frontier Lighthouse create some weird stuff, he would refuse that future.

But if you bring up that condition while he's under the scrutiny of a group of big shots, he might not be opposed to filing a report.

Whether the toy is genuine or not doesn't matter; what counts is loving your tile‑throwing.

But Aomo is also a bit particular.

Although he saw the email, he didn't want to rush into replying; only now, while on the hovercar, was he surrounded by bread‑people whispering 'careful investigation', prompting him to quickly jot down the contact info.

First, it's to divert attention, and also to shift his own state, so as not to be noticed by a group of 'detectives'.

Second, everyone knows that.

When making a call, one party must avoid the other; he now appears to be discussing serious matters, so polite others should also avert their gaze.

This trick also kills two birds with one stone, but Aomo didn't have time to savor the result before hearing the other end's continuous congratulations, praise, and flattery.

This move was a two‑for‑one, but Aomo barely had a moment to savor the result before the contact on the other end began showering him with congratulations, praise, and flattery.

Clearly all are human language, but the wording is especially rich; even "amazing", "splendid" got mixed in, and Aomo's "nonexistent memory" directly flashes out some very human-like character images.

"You need to calm down?" Aomo had seen every formation imaginable, but he had never seen the other side this excited.

Isn't the frontier lighthouse a giant interstellar corporation?

It encompasses over ten fields, its forces never lack strong military armaments, and it even cooperates with the Star Wall Machinery Production Union to provide colonial teams for frontier exploration; for this reason it hires large numbers of mercenaries every year, so even high-end combat power is rarely lacking.

This person in charge, even if not the boss, is surely an executive, right?

Is it because Star Constant Heavy Industry is researching mechanical Godzilla over there, so you also decided to work on monster research as a competing product?

"I'm quite calm, Mr. Aomo. I and my research team studied your battle records all night; everyone praised your excellent synergy with that power, and we can confidently say you can also achieve harmony with the genuine article!"

"Having heard that the Two Worlds Safety Bureau entrusted those two cards to you as well, we even decided to add an extra token of sincerity."

"Free provision of disguise or modification for the Beta Magic Box."

"Researching all night is fine; Aomo never expected that someone who constantly studies others would one day be studied himself—he actually doesn't mind it, as long as it's not a no-strings-attached giveaway."

"Moreover, he instead focused on the end of his words: '... Disguise is easy to understand, but can modification also be done?'"

"He still remembered checking the Beta System research log on the cargo ship; the components of that large box were indeed complex, and though he couldn't grasp the specifics, the log's results hadn't even achieved the initial goal of lightweight design."

"Miniaturizing it to the size of an Ultraman transformation device isn't possible, but remodeling it at the same volume is no problem; given its stability, you don't even need to worry about impacts, and its inherent strength is quite excellent—my team even considered turning it into a giant sword‑like weapon, though I suspect you might not like that."

"His former self would surely not accept it, but his current physique could certainly give that macho weapon a try; Aomo thought, and a sudden idea popped into his head, prompting him to speak carefully:"

"What about the vehicle?"

"A vehicle? That's actually a whole new direction—may I ask what your preference is?"

"Motorcycle."

"Aomo's map of Yan State was unusually small, but fortunately the other party didn't mind."

"Levitation?"

"No, on land; levitation comes second."

"How classic of you, Mr. Aomo—but I also like this classic style; then we can discuss details, such as... the transformation function?"

"Completely agree!" Aomo almost wanted to shake hands with him, "I hope after the modification you can send it to the Earth Realm Gate Area, by the way, free shipping?"

"Having realized he could get both Ultraman and Kamen Rider, and even discuss motorcycle transformation, his mood had long since shifted from unwilling to compromise to delighted."

Already it's 'good good good', 'wonderful wonderful wonderful'—his excited demeanor.

"Even if he were still supposed to manage his expression, he couldn't help but let a little smile show."

"Such a neurotic shift in mindset makes it hard not to notice, causing some peers to look on with greater suspicion and worry."

"And on his end, he was still:"

"Of course free shipping. So, pleasant cooperation?"

"Pleasant cooperation!"

"This side is a win‑win cooperation."