Chapter 747

NO．116：You should know, those people from the Kingdom of Light are always idle.

You guys play nearby for now; if anything happens, press the reminder button. Also, grab a few normal dolls for the new universe.

Huh?

Don't you think it's weird to have a claw machine in a bar? Those dolls aren't ordinary; they're products of alien technology.

Then you still let her and Zhi Jiang go catch dolls?

Both of them aren't ordinary girls either; since they're interested, it's fine to interact as long as they're not affected, just they can't be taken to school.

Being so considerate is pretty biased!

As the proposer of this trip, your saying that isn't very convincing.

Why are you resisting so much! This isn't just running into something big right away!

It's a bit over the top, but anyway, you guys play first; I'll come back later.

A few minutes later, a black-and-red demon stood at the entrance of a street dotted with glowing patterns.

A few minutes later, he met the contact he'd been waiting for—a person who uses their real name online and doesn't hide their net persona, an Ultraman archivist.

I thought it would be Mr. Hongkai.

「He went to the Ji Lie Ting area of the Frontier Wasteland star system; even if he gets the news now and rushes back, it would take three to four star calendar weeks. 」Feilis Ultraman, a truly rare Ultraman civil servant, is also called an Ultraman office worker, because bearing such heavy workload he pursues efficiency just like Aomo.

This is probably why his online avatar remains unadorned; upon seeing Aomo and greeting him, he immediately summoned the star shuttle that speeds up progress in this deeply immersed chat world.

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「The missions recently released by the Ring have been getting farther and farther; we suspect the Star Alliance's frontier exploration has encountered something dangerous. 」His voice remained as gentle as ever.

By contrast, Aomo, who once carefully designed his voice, now speaks with a hoarse, thick voice tinged with a bit of brutality.

Yet he says words that don't match his voice: 「It feels like living in a peaceful era while hearing the frontier war. 」

"Can it really be considered a peaceful period?" After finishing setting the autopilot route, Feilis turned her head, a pair of crystal eyes showing a sense of calm.

Only a calm sensed in feeling.

Indeed, it cannot be considered.

After briefly recalling his circumstances over the past six months, Aomo couldn't help but sigh.

He has shattered a negative-energy design that covered half the Earth's land, encountered the twisted gifts bestowed by a distant alien evil god, and also dealt with invasive alien groups lurking on Earth; even the honest education of horse girls can likewise lead to the birth of negative-energy monsters.

The life of the Linton trainer cannot be called colorful; at least it is not peaceful.

Although I want to say that personal circumstances cannot cover the whole, if those matters truly remain unresolved, they will become matters that affect everyone.

Even at this very moment, his coming to contact the Land of Light's office itself is likewise bringing trouble.

So-called peace…

They are nothing but appearances.

He could only say that.

The fact is exactly so, Mr. Aomo; I think you probably don't know that, as an archivist, I often receive observation records from Earth, such as entirely new monster data not in the database, and also similar to action records of that invading army's resistance.

Not laughing out loud when you hear me speak of peace already shows good composure… Aomo silently twisted his nose bridge, twisting out a few sparks.

And today, I have again received your emergency communication from there… He said, his eyes lacking focus due to their ocular structure, fixed on the demon's face that is difficult to read expressions from.

Regarding… the matter of artificial Belial, is it true? No, it should be, but is the information reliable? He realized his wording was a slip.

Mr. Aomo would hardly joke about such a major matter.

This question is truly somewhat difficult for me to answer, after all, from your standpoint it would be best if it were false, while I very much hope it is true," the demon said, "All the information I possess has been fully shared via the agreed-upon information exchange; any doubts?

It cannot be called a doubt, merely… ah, we've arrived," Feilis, who opened the vehicle door upon hearing the star shuttle's arrival alert, waved at Aomo, "Please follow me."

All right." He followed as instructed, stepped out of the vehicle, and gazed upon the massive tower formed by the network nodes of the Land of Light's office.

Still so green; who exactly is responsible for this aesthetic?

Can we continue the previous topic?" He, not wanting to continue that chaotic train of thought, tried to steer the conversation back on track.

Yet, before entering the gate, he noticed a gaze coming from the surrounding streets, faint but present.

It was not a feeling coming from surveillance footage, but a definite visual perception.

Right nearby, in the surroundings… it caused the flowing flame in his pupils to tremble slightly, and then he looked again at Feilis: 'Regarding the doubts about the information.'

"Simply put, the Alien Barrad, plus an Ultraman with a Hei'an heart, this is Belial…" Feilis, after a brief hesitation, thought of that child with complex eyes named Chao Cang Lu, and added that suffix: "The composition of Belial Ultraman's power, simultaneously serving as the foundation for Reionyx and Hei'an Ultraman, and also the plan of those guys mentioned in the data you sent."

"There's no discrepancy on this point, right?" Feilis said, "Do you need an explanation of the concept of Reionyx?"

"No discrepancy, and no need either." Aomo nodded, knowing this was the other party's habit as an archivist—always wanting to explain something; as a true civil servant, Feilis has likely not been spared from being asked by young people.

Aomo is, of course, also a young person, but his knowledge shortcomings lie in ability, rather than common sense.

The ultimate lifeform of the Alien Barrad in the world where the Land of Light resides once had a history of ruling the universe for tens of thousands of years.

Aside from that, his major deeds consist of, after his physical body's destruction, continually causing trouble in the form of a spiritual entity.

By spreading Alien Barrad genes or soul possession everywhere, they created the so-called 'Monster Messengers'—the Reionyx—then let them slaughter each other, attempting to cultivate superior offspring and revival tools.

Providing many theatrical versions and side stories for Aomo, just like Belial, it is a very convenient villain role to reuse repeatedly.

Moreover, these two are indeed the most closely related.

Belial Ultraman is indeed only considered a fully fledged infamous form after being possessed and fused by an Alien Barrad.

Although the Alien Barrad once widely scattered its genes across the universe, producing many Reionyx, but as a spiritual entity, though proclaimed eternal and indestructible, it has hardly left any trace in information," Feilis said, "The original universe's Alien Barrad, after Belial Ultraman was defeated by Jie De Ultraman, was purified in the spiritual world, while the past universe's Alien Barrad disappeared entirely after Rebeldos was defeated.

Hmm, need to explain who Rebeldos is?" He asked again.

Although I'm a bit curious, but that probably isn't important, right?" Aomo asked.

The focus should be on the traces of the Alien Barrad, not anything else.

If it weren't for his existence, Belial Ultraman would merely be a jealous Ultraman Number Two unable to control monsters.

Hmm… a deep jealousy, with an intuitive Hei'an in his heart… Aomo actually wondered whether White Bel could draw out the card material of Carmilla.

But after thinking it over, it's still not very realistic.

After all, there is also data for this damn thing in the card pool; compared to a Hei'an giant that you can't reach with an eight-foot pole, it's still more likely to draw himself.

But he himself would do fine! White Bei (nickname based on skin color) is merely an SR, Black Bei is obviously an SSR; when he first got this news from that mosquito-coil face, Aomo was still quite delighted.

Mixed with the delight was doubt—artificial Belial?

Can that also be artificially made?

After being given Suzi's truth serum, he only then learned the actual principle behind that artificial Belial.

Just as Feilisi said: 'Indeed not important; the point is the experiment mentioned in your data—even if it had an Ultraman warrior captured from somewhere, plus demon fragments and Leo, it should still be impossible to recreate the form of Belial Ultraman.'

'Alien Babarade is an indispensable part.'

'If it's just a matter of proximity? Those guys might be exaggerating to sell better.'

Although he initially thought it was making a mountain out of a molehill, he still notified the Land of Light office here—this is his habit, and he also wouldn't conceal this speculation.

'Artificial Belial—maybe they're just referring to Belial Ultraman, like that person who used to be in the Land of Light.'

"Indeed there is this possibility, but just as you have this caution, I too must respond with this caution," he said, standing in the hall where many Ultramen are busy, then turning his head to look at Aomo: "Headquarters has already received the news; later they will dispatch two handlers to assist the investigation, and those two should also need your look after."

'Look after is out of the question, but assistance is fine; if it's paid, even better.'

'Then you need to negotiate with one of the handlers, after all, if the claim of artificial Belial is not false, that handler is the person most involved.'

'Um… may I ask the identities of those two handlers?'

Although he already had at least one clear speculation in mind, Aomo still couldn't help but ask.

——

A certain game arcade in Jiemen Xiqu.

The brown-haired, purple-eyed horse girl intently stared at the metal claw behind the display case; beside her, another horse girl with blonde hair had both hands pressed against the display case, a pair of indigo eyes gazing longingly at the floating plush.

'Sister, go for it!'

Also, a voice and figure inaudible to others cheered from the side, causing Qian, whose eyes glowed with a dark red light, to turn her head and shake it.

'The claw machine really is just as hard in any world.'

'Because the staff will always tamper with it,' Suzi, who had no intention of operating it herself, also watched from the side, 'People's hearts are always equally wicked no matter where.'

"However, I've heard that trainers all have a knack for claw machines; I don't know if Tunshu Jun also—what is he thinking?" She hadn't finished speaking when she saw Mr. Qian completely zoning out, so she stepped closer and leaned in to ask.

Although at 159 cm she could easily gain a pitiful advantage over someone 149 cm tall, she still bent down, almost getting up close to the other person.

But this didn't scare the other party; at least for Xintiao Qian, Suzi's sudden approach wasn't as scary as a new cosmic probe.

So, in her cherry-red eyes patterned like a vortex, she merely refocused, then said: 'I just feel a bit weird.'

'What do you mean?'

'That bar, although I specially picked it out from a pile of alien team-building science-pop magazines, a place where all kinds of weird folks gather, but…' she forced a smile, 'Getting the news of artificial Belial just from one grab by Little Snake still feels somewhat unbelievable.'

'You think so too?' Suzi grinned.

'Yeah, Little Snake's luck isn't great either—normally she draws twelve times a day and still barely hits once; lately she's just relying on material pity.'

'Being able to guarantee a drop isn't bad either; Bourbon can exhaust the material draws.'

'Ahaha… Bourbon sauce is probably rejected by the Machine God.'

'Really, could it be that Tunshu Jun has a special eye? After all…' Suzi subtly stroked her chin, sizing up Qian, then turning to look at the new cosmos and the continuously coin‑inserting Aimu Zhiji at the claw machine, 'That guy seems to always be able to pick out something special.'

'Emmm, that's also indeed a possibility…'

'Right?'