Chapter 761: line with translation of chapter title

NO. 130: Clear division of labor

"It's fine if just the two of us look, right?"

"I don't think Mr. Chao Cang Lu has the leisure to pay attention to this right now; or rather, even if he is concerned about his predecessors' ordeal, he would inevitably be distracted..."

Connecting the tiny storage device to the rarely exposed terminal entity, Aomo's eyes also flashed a brief red light.

The inorganic chill stems from Garatron's synchronization completion's outward manifestation, but more conspicuous, undoubtedly, is the fleeting illusory outline appearing above his head.

The five fleeting silver dragon horns still leave a deep impression, proof that the starting power has been raised above 60%, enough to compress the transcoding read that would otherwise take ten‑odd minutes into an instant.

"What do you think?"

The monster in work mode wastes no time; upon turning to look at Sai Luo, it also projects a building passageway image akin to a hologram beside it.

"..." Sai Luo had still been noting the familiar outline above the other's head; hearing this, he immediately turned his head, looking toward the distant Jie De.

He was sitting beside that petite girl.

His obvious focus on explaining something lent Sai Luo's face, as he turned back, a hint of helplessness: "Ah, indeed, that kid can't attend to this side for now; he's still far from it."

"'There are always things that must be prioritized,' Aomo said, likewise glancing at the distant Chao Cang Lu, then turning back, 'And even in my view, pulling out a person mired up to their knees right before us is indeed more urgent than acquiring vague, illusory information.'"

Sai Luo didn't deny that the little girl indeed needed a hand, but hearing that last remark he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"'You're the one in charge of the main investigation—you can't be so pessimistic.'"

"'I'm merely stating the facts,' Aomo replied flatly, watching the surroundings shift back in the field of view, 'Even with my multilayered cross‑domain network mobilized, the only thing showing any actual gain so far is the target I proposed to investigate midway——'"

He raised both hands, displaying the room that the projection had 'remodeled' into a passageway.

"'This makes me have to doubt the veracity of the information.'"

In the AR simulation, various 'humans' began to appear, each at their own posts, gazing at the two of them—or rather, at the creators of the recording.

That gaze showed no malice; merely when the button floating beside the image was pressed, each revealed their strange, ferocious faces.

That was a conglomerate of extraterrestrials that even Aomo didn't fully recognize, yet it made Sai Luo exclaim: "I didn't expect so many familiar faces; this place reminds me of those guys from AIB."

AIB, full name AliensInvestigationBureau / Alien Investigation Bureau.

It sounds like an Earth organization, but its actual main members are a group of extraterrestrials whose purpose is to reclaim cosmic order.

It is a cosmic organization that does not reject Earth recruits, but because it operates covertly, few Earthlings can come into contact with it.

Such an operating mode yields an organizational picture that is indeed no different from the scene before us.

However, Aimo's positioning is clearly meant to counter other universes' defense forces—although it shifted from an official organization to an agency, and from Earthling members to a team mainly of extraterrestrials, it still genuinely maintains order, opposing Belial.

Naturally, it is an allied unit of Sai Luo and Jie De.

But these guys right now are not necessarily so.

"'It seems they're taking us for lost passersby,' the white‑haired one called out from the side of the view, Lappland's restlessness also showing in the recording, 'I say Texas, you ought to say something—we're basically like broadcasters now, just like that… who was it, that mouse…'"

"'…Qatar,' Katerina's cold voice came through in dual‑channel, 'You should pay a bit more attention.'"

"'That guy is indeed doing well here, but he's not much use.'"

"'I think maintaining good relations always helps,' Mostima's voice came from another side, entering the view as the main perspective shifted: 'This world is relatively peaceful, so people rarely lose contact.'"

"'So that network is also more valuable than Terra's.'"

"'Your words are like a croissant, Mostima.'"

"'That actually shows Miss Croissant's discernment,' the blue‑haired, black‑horned fallen angel smiled."

"'Flattering yourself in all these ways, truly narcissistic.'"

"'Just stating the facts, but have you two noticed the 'locals' along the way?'"

The conversation split: the girl in the recording chatted, while Sai Luo outside the recording also sighed, "This girl's way of speaking is really like you, Linton."

"'My honor.'"

Aomo, whose gaze continued to sweep over the visible range, was striking the screenshot key at a fairly high frequency.

Using the floating control panel at hand, he would occasionally zoom in and focus on the corners—those were all trademarks and names.

Similar records also exist in the few photos within that data; it's clear that Katerina intends the same, only she lacks the spare capacity to carry it out.

She mentioned that the building itself bears no name and is not registered as a company, sounding like an illegal organization, yet these internal residents and 'employees' do possess many investigable traits.

Of course, it's not ruled out that this itself is a means of obfuscation, used to feign normality.

But this does not hinder.

Because even if it truly is obfuscation, the method is not sophisticated.

These selected items still leave a trace of the selector in some sense; with enough data for comparison, one can still delineate some logical chains.

Aomo is precisely doing this; rather than Lappland's hoped‑for 'proof of illegal enterprise,' he prioritizes using the building's position, internal structure, and whatever data each member can yield to trace the organizations behind these folks.

The former Garatron could investigate Earth's information with a special shout, and by the second day it was sufficient to draw the conclusion 'cleanse the world'—whether that conclusion is extreme aside, the efficiency of that information gathering was truly exaggerated.

Granted, Aomo is not Garatron; his body and brain fall short of a pure technological crystal, so he cannot fully exert that analytical power, and this planet's network information volume is also far from what the universe‑Earth that Red Kai once waited in could compare to.

But merely scraping big data to trace and summarize a building and the identities of the nearly hundred people seen in the view……

As the finger adjusting the progress bar paused, Aomo suddenly stepped back half a pace; in Sai Luo's astonished gaze, his forehead hid heat, rising from his black hair and the lunar arc—like a chassis whose CPU had been dry‑fried.

"'Hey? You all right?' Although there are indeed two mechanical life‑forms among his familiar companions, Sai Luo had never seen such a sight before."

And yet this scene unfolded from an undeniably carbon‑based lifeform.

The human body, pretty powerful, huh. jpg

"'It's fine,' he raised a hand to wipe his brow, then glanced at his scorched palm; the powerful man silently shook his hand, 'Normal phenomenon, and we've turned up some things worth noting.'"

"'What things, demon fragments?'"

"'There really are demon fragments, but only one, and it's even in the possession of what looks like a low‑rank extraterrestrial clerk.'"

"'That's also a lead…… anything else?' Sai Luo was about to act, but then recalled the measure Aomo had just used."

"'A dead person, one you know very well,' Aomo said without reservation, 'Hei'an Gore, at least judging by outward appearance.'"

"'How could that be?! That guy was already wiped out by the Mirror Knight.'"

"It cannot be ruled out that there are others of the same species; Enjige'na's descendants should not be only him, but…"

Aomo flicked his finger, and the reduced light screen instantly switched to that pitch‑black face dotted with red light, its features sharp and angular.

"I'm not very good at telling apart the appearances of these aliens; can you?"

"... I think it's him."

Looking at the figure standing beside a human man in the photo, Sai Luo's tone was uncertain.

Rather than being unable to recognize him, it felt more like an inability to believe.

"Regardless of whether it's him or not, we probably have to go meet the three assistants." He patted his shoulder, and Aomo turned around directly.

Instead of heading toward the door, he glanced around and immediately locked onto the floor‑to‑ceiling window not far away.

The ghostly face of Prajna appeared on the other side of the window in that not‑very‑clear reflection.

【AlienMazarus/Mazarus Alien】

While Sai Luo was still wary from paying attention to the window, he had already grabbed the other's wrist.

"Let's go."

Having said that, he led the other into the mirror.