Chapter 837: NO.206: A String of Life

NO. 206: A String of Life

Ya Bulu couldn't stop their own headache.

As a truly rare, down-to-earth Abo people, he devoted himself to running his own Abo Monster Limited, constantly thinking of innovative strategies to stand out in the fiercely competitive monster derivative industry chain.

His proudest achievement to date is the monster girl project he created himself.

From simple models and idols to various fields where monster-derived abilities can be applied, such as medicine and civil engineering, this cross‑domain development is exactly the limitless potential brought by the monster girl project.

But frankly, expanding cross‑domain business always brings many setbacks and resistance, and the direction may even go awry.

He certainly isn't omnipotent; frankly, he's a total specialist, with cutting‑edge knowledge only in biochemistry.

Nevertheless, although he lacks experience and lessons, having gathered many opinions from friends and employees, he places special emphasis on consulting the project and hiring relevant professionals.

Moreover, another crucial point is expanding relevant connections.

Therefore, he focuses especially on the PR and planning departments, and often personally handles business trips for cooperation.

It's hard to imagine that this is the same person who once stayed in a small lab concocting biological weapons, even chatting to himself about super beasts, now a reclusive logistics developer.

All that can be said is that experiencing death once can indeed change many views.

Unfortunately, most people who die once have no chance to live a second life.

Yet the chance to be reborn after near‑death and switch worlds, a treatment befitting a novel protagonist, can indeed motivate many transmigrants to re‑evaluate their lives and resolve to live like a hero.

Ya Bulu is undoubtedly one of them.

Unlike most of his kin, who obsessively cling to invading Earth and, after countless defeats by Ultraman warriors, shift from hating individual Ultraman warriors to hating the Ultraman clan, dying and reviving more and more while their resentment deepens in an endless negative cycle, he is determined to break free of that endless Möbius and live a different path.

Now he has indeed done that.

Over the past seven years, Abo Monster Limited has thrived, even attracting occasional kin to join.

Even the mysterious Cosmic Alien Business Alliance, long regarded by insiders as an urban legend, can enter the alliance's top ten by market value and directly occupy a major seat at alliance meetings.

Regarding this decision, Ya Bulu had been satisfied with it until half a year ago.

After all, the alliance has many fellow countrymen and also the experts needed for his company's development plans; thus his earlier cross‑domain worries were resolved upon joining.

At that time he was full of vigor and felt warmly toward the alliance itself.

Even when he occasionally heard of allies' gray‑area operations, he saw them as an unavoidable part of doing big business and didn't pay them much mind.

But half a year ago, the number and frequency of rumors about gray‑area and even outright black‑area activities within the alliance began to rise sharply.

Even the usual alliance meetings held every few months began to openly mention cooperation projects and alliance proposals that made him feel uneasy or uncomfortable.

The thought of withdrawing naturally arose, but when half of his partners were involved, the resolve to cut ties like a warrior severing his arm was no ordinary determination.

The world of big business is very small.

Who stops working with whom, who offends whom, and even who unilaterally breaks a contract and loses credibility—this information spreads easily everywhere, directly affecting future business operations.

Before a substitute partner appears, rashly ending cooperation is a decision even sensible executives find hard to make.

Does Abo Monster Limited have no substitute partner?

In fact, in an ideal situation there is.

The Cosmic Alien Business Alliance mostly comprises people like him—transmigrant aliens who have some connection to the world of the Ultraman clan.

This is actually a business consortium based on the concept of 'fellow townspeople'; to give a more concrete example, it is: Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. —

——most of its members are fellow transmigrant countrymen, and although spun‑off organizations and enterprises develop as individual entities, they still maintain friendly cooperation with Rhode Island Limited.

However, the Cosmic Alien Business Alliance is far larger in scale and has a much longer history than Rhode Island Limited; yet if one seeks to replace its status and function, many large corporations and even interstellar enterprises are available as alternatives.

But they aren't as easy to talk to as the alliance's allies, especially those with official backgrounds, which naturally adopt a superior attitude, making visits and talks usually come to nothing.

Thus, setting aside that ideal situation, finding new allies in reality is now very difficult—a process that requires time to smooth.

Thus, even his most trusted monster‑girl confidants have expressed various anxieties, yet he still cannot make the warrior's decision to sever ties.

He harbors a hope that as long as the fire hasn't reached him, that hope persists.

But yesterday, the fire arrived.

First came the news that Hei'an Ge Na had been defeated by Sai Luo, Jie De, and Ultraman; then that afternoon's emergency alliance meeting saw the leader openly discuss the allocation of the dangerous 'demon fragments,' speaking with equal parts enticement and warning to divide interests among allies, while the plan's subsequent intent to capture Sai Luo and Jie De was laid out plainly—even asking him to provide combat support in the super beast and monster girl domains.

This…

He indeed felt the fire's scorch; fortunately, he has a carapace face that hardly sweats.

He managed to stall with a deliberately calm tone, using hastily arranged preparations that still needed tweaking.

Then he spent the whole day hesitating whether to go to the police.

In that hesitation, whether it was his daughter‑like monster‑girl confidants urging him or a sudden afternoon message denouncing the alliance and wanting to bring a host of technical workers to join his Nakkel aliens, he leaned ever more toward reporting to the police.

But after reporting, what would happen to him? And what would become of his company?

The industry he built with his own hands, the life he rebuilt, and those few super‑beast monster girls he regards as his own……

Torn by these unavoidable issues, Ya Bulu tossed and turned, unable to sleep even until late at night.

He believed he wasn't the only one in the alliance facing such a struggle, especially allies as large as his own.

Too many attachments prevented them from deciding as easily as the Nakkel alien could, and their everyday warmth became a hindrance, making it hard for him to abandon everything he had.

"But how long can you hide behind personal ties as an excuse, Ya Bulu Chairman?"

"..."

"Aren't you going to say something, Abo people?"

At two in the morning, outside the Abo Monster Limited building, at the street stall.

His arms crossed, hands clasped, naturally dangling, Ya Bulu rested his arms on his thighs, anxiously gazing at the lit double‑tailed monster meat skewer, as if it were his last meal in life.