Chapter 718: NO.87: Making up fake names, I can't read them

NO. 87: Making up fake names, I can't read them.

Before the battery runs out, keep running at full throttle—I'll be watching you, Bofang.

He smiled in reply, then raised his hand and gently patted her head.

Rather than evaluation, it's more like a blessing, after all—the essence of monster cards remains a tool.

Although some see it as a curse, others see it as a blessing—just a matter of interpretation; to me, they are both an expression of power and a personal guidepost.

A guidepost?

Don't take the reflection of monster cards as everything, ladies.

Aomo raised his head mid-conversation, also looking toward Chazuo and the more distant Suzi, as well as Xintiao Qian, who had just turned her head, looking doubtful at Aomo suddenly speaking loudly.

Some gazes may be silent, some may be subtle, but to him they're all the same.

In this underground lab with only a few people, he needn't worry about unrelated distractions, nor restrain his senses.

Adults with ill intentions know everything, but instead of meaningless nagging explanations, he chose to focus on the single-draw currency in hand, waiting for someone to blurt out an idea.

This is no different from doing exercises.

Blurt ing out the answer ahead of time only wastes the question itself.

The resulting advice and persuasion also merely become background noise during class naps.

Only when the other party truly wants the answer will your solution be valued, so in many cases you might as well wait a bit.

They're merely guideposts, and should forever remain merely guideposts.

He raised his hand; a stack of cards fanned out with the spread of his fingers, revealing all manner of ferocious, bizarre patterns.

Somewhere along your self-path, hanging there, so that when you see them you instantly know where you are, clarifying your 'position'.

By that logic, is the guinea pig's position really that hard to find, even with all these guideposts?

Indeed, lining a road with that many guideposts makes the scene look much like a graveyard.

Aomo smiled; hearing Suzi's usual sharpness was actually a reassuring sign.

This instead gave Chazuo's eyes a hint of dissatisfaction and resentment: '... trainer.'

Don't split hairs, Chazuo. Aomo understood the child was dissatisfied with something, and gave a helpless smile.

As a student of necromancy, she hadn't grown numb to the relevant terminology despite constant companionship with spirits; rather, she hoped even more than most that people wouldn't toss death around casually—this disposition of Chazuo made her unquestionably a good kid, even though the compatibility rate value of that Jiatanjiee before her was quite impressive.

People link darkness with evil out of fear, but darkness is merely darkness—it is simply far deeper, more aggressive, and more infectious than light.

The extreme, radical actions of those plunged into darkness are precisely proof of its inherent fragility.

On the contrary, some people placed in darkness become calmer and more rational.

They naturally proceed to walk alongside darkness.

For those whose disposition and thoughts often stray, many signposts are essential; even without monster cards, one can substitute family, friends, or rivals.

Jiatanjiee has astonishing compatibility, but you should worry about whether I can draw it; likewise, Kaermila is the same.

He glanced from Chazuo to Suzi, his eyes holding a touch of helplessness: 'It's not as if having a compatibility rate instantly arranges you up; the data for those gorgeous warriors from the Light Kingdom Office is unexpectedly complete, yet this giant-type card is still the hardest to draw.'

Even if we tried to lock the card pool with related elements—where could I possibly get such a peculiar obsession element?

Unable to help it, he rubbed his nose bridge; Aomo had to confront again the problem of the card pool being too messy and chaotic.

'Take it easy, Xiao She—we can also buy materials to feed it,' said Xintiao Qian, who tested everyone's compatibility but never her own, striking a pose of 'talking while standing, no back pain'; 'If worse comes to worst, we could just ask the Light Kingdom Office.'

'What to ask? Ask if they can come over and let me draw a tube of blood?' Aomo gave a speechless glance at this seemingly self-assured fool.

Just sharing power is rare enough—who would willingly let someone else infringe on their portrait rights?

Unlike the debt-borrowing tradition on Ultraman's side, where at most you just shake the person themselves, the monster power used by villains on the enemy side is a total plunder of existence.

All can be released for use as simple-minded puppets; Renlong Dragon's willingness to lend shows a fair bit of boldness, and who knows if it ever imagined its doppelganger would be repeatedly summoned by Aomo as a grunt.

But if this were changed to a dark giant, especially a female giant… some might get bold ideas, all of which are bad influences on youths—immeasurable.

Moreover, that person's personality is frankly just as unfriendly as Suzi's usual self.

IOUs are not something you can negotiate.

'Yeah, buying materials really is the way to go!' As someone who's often bought monster materials online for research, Qian felt confident about this: 'I have plenty of connections; even without dark-giant materials, I can lock onto similar tags and slowly draw with your machine.'

'Hold on—why does this conversation feel like it's heading straight for inevitably getting that woman's card?' Suzi asked warily.

The person involved suddenly realized that if they didn't speak up, they'd likely be dragged off by those two to some prehistoric era.

Tsk.

You just clicked your tongue, right?

What, you're starting to dislike Kaermila again?

How so? I think she'd be great for you!

I've got enough with just monsters; Xiao She's the one worrying about you all.

Xintiao Qian slammed the table with a feigned sternness; seeing them like that, Aomo turned his head away, not intending to join their little clique.

They usually get along swimmingly, and in research their steps are perfectly in sync—so much that they'd love to hit the aquarium and planetarium tomorrow, yet whenever a chance to trip each other arises they never let it pass… even when he and Bi Ze were messing around with each other, it wasn't that thorough, and looking on it even seemed to cross a line.

But seeing them enjoy it so much, any extra man naturally learns to step back.

Retreating to his favorite card-drawing segment.

After greeting Bofang and Chazuo, he put his hand back on the lever, and Aomo couldn't help glancing at the vacant spot where he'd been—sure enough, there was nothing there at all.

Whoever it was had vanished at some point, leaving Aomo, who had been about to greet them twice, stunned for a moment before Bofang tugged his sleeve.

Still just as before, like a daydream experience—a fleeting haze leaves no trace, not even a memory file of the other party.

If it hadn't switched midway to telepathy, the memory's effect would have been Aomo, in his hazy vision, occasionally muttering to himself like sleep-talk.

Still pretty uncanny.

Even Zhouri Ningjing had to give up her seat to the female ghost.

Anyway, they've come and gone; he doesn't insist the other party must greet him properly, knowing these big shots are always like that—dropping a riddle, turning and vanishing, appearing and disappearing mysteriously…

It can only be said to be a common trait.

It's not worth worrying too much; on the contrary, since the other party has left, he can more naturally pull down the lever and see what the blue liquid energy extracted from the dream can extract.

To be honest, although that thing seems no matter how you look at it to have been drawn from Ling's body, Aomo still remembers that when the Secret Key was activated, it was indeed directed at the Weaver Girl.

The old residual image drawn by Xi, then mixed together with the dream by Ling's ability, is endowed with a more vivid and lively spirituality.

What would come out if the three theoretical things were mixed?

Could it be the phantom monster Bakugong? Just thinking about that weird-looking thing, Aomo may not appreciate its appearance, but the strength of that eerie thing is still worth anticipating.

Under the normal process of the instrument constantly trembling and emitting red light, everyone in the lab turned their gaze to the card spat out by the instrument.

That is a monster that even Aomo finds somewhat unfamiliar, emitting a fluctuation similar to Renlong's card, which does not match what a monster card should have, a divine fluctuation.

But it seems… the strength isn't bad?

He picked up the multicolored card, doubtfully reciting the signature below the card face:

"Nijikagachi?"

Hongxia's gachi? What is that?