Chapter 852: with translation of chapter title

NO. 221: I I I monster eugenics ah! (x

An unavoidable lesson for the transmigrators, titled 'Facing Death'.

This is not to say their method of transmigration; after all, it has been mentioned before that the 'truck accident trope in Japanese manga' does indeed appear in the oral accounts of those who transmigrated here, but it is an extremely rare 'privilege'.

Several of the Edge Runner Agency (excluding David and Lucy), like the Neriru alien Coufu, are such a fortunate coincidence: at the right place and time, they awakened the recombination of energy and matter, experienced death once, yet returned to a living state.

Setting aside their special origins, what many other transmigrators must face is this world's civilizations' attitude toward 'death'.

Technology creates flesh bodies, replicates spirits, source energy reconstructs physiques, reassembles souls, and even summons them again from the underworld— in an era where technology and source energy are both advanced and develop together, transmigrators often confront differing views on life and death.

They also often, after experiencing polarization, are told that the 'death' they perceive still exists.

Anmei District

Berude Demon Realm Area Welfare Institute

Edge Runner Agency

Alien Business Alliance

Therefore, they will freely unleash their vitality, pursuing achievement, experience, wisdom, and vigor; while alive, they seek pleasure in every inch of space squeezed by death— this is a conclusion Aomo Lindun once observed.

He had observed many people in nursing homes who were near death, and also many whose minds irreversibly declined toward failure.

Then he also had to agree with the sigh of his demon friends who had once lived together in the Bade Demon Realm District welfare home: humans' shelf life is indeed short.

Material abundance and mental entertainment still cannot halt the gradual corruption of the human spirit; most of them neither diligently cultivate nor seek eternity.

Hippolitan People

Leibrand People

And their alien counterparts, especially the attempts by long-lived kin to make amends, the so-called rescue and help, often become more a selfish projection.

Beta Technology

Even in this technologically advanced era, people will ultimately head toward such a future, and those lives with insufficiently developed intelligence and weak souls usually enter that realm earlier.

LeoniX

Necromancer

The term 'monster' bears the character 'beast' precisely to indicate their threat and to indicate the wildness they carry.

Combat Supervisor

Not far from the Land of Light lies that monster graveyard, where monsters unwilling to die roar all day; whenever an opportunity arises for them to become active again, they invariably, whether voluntarily or not, give those Ultramen something to do.

As a supervisor obtaining orders and intelligence, patrolling the seventeen work sites of the Space Merchant Alliance— eight districts, ten monster factories, seven monster cemeteries— Aomo only saw the purest 'death' at the monster cemetery in the Anmei District managed by another Alien.

Super Beast Troop Type

Completely devoid of any wildness, though retaining remnants of souls, they nonetheless strongly attract visits from the 'God of Death'— they were originally just coming to work to escort 'dead spirits'.

Monster Capsules

The sight made Aomo frown.

He didn't really appreciate the Abos' technology, but his admiration for ACE kept growing.

Unfortunately, his work wasn't finished yet; after seeing all those monster factories and cemeteries, they were just the preliminaries of his assigned task.

Only when he returned to base, greeted by a crowd of colleagues and even the alliance leader's gaze, did his work truly begin.

"How about it, Mefilas? After seeing all this, can you understand my confidence?"

Discomfort.

When they're close enough for shoulders to bump, the question isn't just how their original build could fit into that tailored slim suit, but also what kind of foreign object must be on them.

Just as he had stayed silent yesterday, he now faced the alien crowd lined up like a morning exercise troop, and had to nod calmly as usual.

"The factory holds 3.4 billion monster embryos, the cemetery 4.2 billion hastily matured corpses—this shortcut is truly ingenious."

Seeing those bizarre corpses in the cemetery makes it clear that rapid monster growth is easy for this alliance's tech, so why do they only cultivate embryos—and in such vast numbers?

The answer is obvious.

They lack the resources and funds to sustain massive monster farming—those needs are astronomical; even if the combined income of all alien entrepreneurs is astronomical, the billions of monsters are still too many.

So they found a loophole.

Living embryos that can be artificially rushed to maturity at any time.

Dead monster corpses rushed to maturity that can be revived at any time by necromancers.

Part of them is also sent to the Abos-guarded monster cemetery, so the kin of Abru can return to their old trade of super-beast modification, hoping to stand out among the short and create elite troops.

They're building up arms at minimal cost; even if each individual looks like fodder that could be tossed into a 'Silver Frame' scene to be AOE'd, the sheer number completely overwhelms those scenes.

Moreover, those skilled in monster modification are certainly not just the Abos.

The alliance has plenty of Jetonians and Bartelians; even if Aomo's base inspections are rushed, he still sees many unfamiliar monster troop types, and the monster capsules in his pocket are itching to be used.

Only by constantly reminding himself they're all defective underdeveloped specimens can he suppress the urge to fill out the encyclopedia.

But compared to those monster stockpiles that, whether in factories or cemeteries, can shock just by sheer numbers, the people who can actually control those monsters are far rarer.

Artificially raised monsters can number in the billions—just the result of ample resource accumulation, far from a miracle.

But the alliance's members number only in the thousands; only by counting all affiliate employees could one possibly reach billions… can those monsters' combat power truly be equated to 6.6 billion bio-weapons?

Not to mention individual strength; even counting by group, the 6.6 billion bio-weapons Mefilas mentions are humans transformed by Beta technology—sentient beings who can follow orders, utterly incomparable to those monsters.

Just getting those many monsters to obey orders is already a difficult task, let alone proper combat.

Thinking of the Hippolite's confidence, assuming they're not bluffing, the only explanation Aomo can imagine is the race he casually mentioned while drafting the activity copy.

And as a user of monster power, it's hard not to think of that race.

【Leonix】

— A naturally warlike special species, formed from the genetic material or spirit of the ultimate lifeform of Leblondo, contaminating and transforming aliens, able to use battle gear to command multiple monsters.

Arguably the most famous group of monster users.

But even they don't have such exaggerated numbers; the original Leblondo people, although they didn't propagate genes through primitive sexual reproduction, still couldn't cultivate that many defective subspecies.

Not to mention that they originally created this race to cultivate gu, and have already reduced the Rayquaza of that year to a very scarce number.

But just twenty minutes ago.

He also probed out the answer.

——From the polite and talkative Monster Factory supervisor, a Naga who resembles a lizard‑person.

That Naga, likely because the day of action was near, readily admitted his own identity as a Rayquaza.

This made Aomo's brows furrow even tighter.

Even a Rayquaza is merely an ordinary Pokémon Master, able to command only a limited number of monsters at once, not something like a StarCraft or EVE commander.

So there must be a tremendous amount of Rayquaza……

Where could one find such a number?

He could combine the circumstances of the past two days to come up with a guess for this question.

But a guess remains just a guess.

Holding onto a guess while seeking the truth is like viewing people through a label—it's actually a hindrance to cognition, so he had to suppress that guess, incorporate it into his contingency plan, then go to the archives of the Land of Light Office, then to the Technical Development Bureau, and finally return to his work as a Mebiras.

Taking things step by step, following the original plan discussed with everyone, he went along with the allies' proposals.

He also had to praise their clever ideas.

Frankly, the idea of using embryos and corpses to save on maintenance costs—who came up with such a depraved notion?

You've even factored in life and death, haven't you? For the most pragmatic cost‑saving reason.

"You, who understand what we're trying to do, don't you have ideas too, Mebiras?" The alliance leader, still with a modest smile, happily raised a hand and patted Aomo on the shoulder.

It seemed like another kind of karmic retribution.

This Hippolyte Star Person, openly in front of countless allies, showed no hesitation in expressing admiration for Aomo.

And Aomo still had to endure the intense discomfort felt when the other party touched him, yet he smiled and said, "Overpraised, Alliance Leader, I'm still amazed that you could gather so many Rayquaza."

"I originally thought the artificial Belial mentioned in the plan was just an excuse, but now I'm starting to believe it."

"Oh?"

"Even the data blind spot of Ultraman Belial as a Rayquaza has been taken into account, and my only remaining doubt is how to fill the vacancy of monster users outside of Rayquaza."

"A vacancy? No, there is no vacancy."

"……"

Lowering his hand, he ignored the Mebiras Star Person's silence; the Hippolyte Star Person turned away and raised a hand toward the troop behind him.

"Everyone here, and everyone at the preparation site, will be—Rayquaza!"

He said this, then turned back, extending that hand toward Aomo, issuing the final invitation to join the team:

"Mebiras, have you ever considered becoming a Rayquaza yourself?"