Chapter 882: with translation of title

"No. 5: Aren't you curious about the monsters in the trials set up by the transmigrators!!" - OK.

"Aobo Monster Co., Ltd, due to certain regulations that make operations more convenient, has its headquarters in Anmei District, but also has branches in multiple city districts." - OK.

"Anmei District" - OK.

"Jiemen District is one of them." - OK.

"After all, the chairman is a transmigrator." - OK.

"It's only natural to set up branches in city districts on Earth where transmigrators gather." - OK.

"According to him, his ultimate goal is to move the headquarters to Heaven's Gate City—but he hasn't yet met various thresholds such as policy requirements, listing assets not reaching competitive thresholds, and so on." - OK.

"As a result, this ultimately remains just a distant goal." - OK.

"Yeah, don't look at that rundown Heaven's Gate City with its high crime rate, where living is uneasy and companies easily go bankrupt—but in reality, many extraterrestrial companies' ultimate goal is to secure a foothold there." - OK.

"With diverse otherworldly technology, talent, and extremely strong industrial competitiveness, it's truly a high-end battleground in the business sector." - OK.

"For many entrepreneurs eager to make their mark, that place is a glorious land where 'even if you die, it's worth the ticket price,' and also their ultimate trial." - OK.

"\"It sounds just as eerie as the legends of Night City. \"" - OK.

"This is Dawei's evaluation." - OK.

"\"This is the commercial legend of our Holy Terra Federation; don't you have something like that in Night City? It's really quite something. \" That was nonsense spoken by Bi Ze, who had his arm around Dawei's neck, under Libeika's subtle gaze." - OK.

"\"Why are you here too? Did you take on a commission from Aobo Company? \" This was a question raised by a brother who had gone off-topic." - OK.

"Seeing that all members of the Edge Runner Agency were present, almost ready for a group photo, Aomo naturally felt surprised, thinking, 'It's strange to see the gang oddly gathering in a weird place.'" - OK.

"Of course, looking at his team lineup, this surprise should be mutual." - OK.

"\"Yeah, lately haven't many companies been having troubles? Corporate turmoil, leaders arrested, stock drops, then all

Man'en, whom I haven't seen in ages, is just like Bi Ze, trying to put his arm around Aomo's neck.

But he only managed to hug empty air.

However, he wasn't insistent; he just coughed and continued: "Things are busy in the circle—mercenaries from the agencies on Earth have plenty of work. Even though it's already autumn, it feels like the industry has entered spring. Don't you feel that?"

"I've been busy with other things, so I haven't been paying attention," Aomo said.

"It's a shame; I still wanted to ask if you have any leads. The intel shows these companies are either related to monsters or to aliens, and Dawei said you might know the inside story."

"Since the officials don't intend to make it public, it's probably not appropriate to discuss it rashly," Aomo shook his head, "but if we're talking about mercenary work resulting from poor company conditions... we lot are pretty much the same."

"You've hired that many people at your agency?" Dawei said, somewhat surprised, looking at Qian, Suzi, Bi Ze, and Jie Si Ti Si—this group with different styles, "Even someone like Bi Ze?"

"It's not that we'd take just anything."

"What do you mean?! Hey! What do you two mean?!"

Feeling deeply insulted, Bi Ze couldn't sit still, even though what they said was true.

A brotherly showdown was inevitable, and not far away, the brown-haired horse girl recording data lifted her head as her ears twitched, then angrily shook her head and turned back to the data.

"You're one of the parties involved, yet you have no sense of crisis at all."

"It just seems you have no sense of crisis, but Xiaoshe has plenty to think about, like your training." Qian was examining the waveform chart on the screen beside her.

"What's there to worry about," Suzi said, pulling up another health report on Aomo. "The Terra Award, Chrysanthemum Award, and Autumn Splendor Award don't concern us, and October's schedule is just training."

The latter half of October is a crucially important period for the horse racing circle.

The opening race of the Autumn Ancient Horse Triple Crown, the final race of the Classic Triple Crown, and other G1 events such as the Autumn Splendor Award had already been heavily promoted in the first half of the month. Posters of the participants were everywhere in Jiemen District, and toy shops switched to merchandise of these athletes, emphasizing a trend‑following vibe.

But these races are only open to those in their second year of competition, so for Aomo and the two horse girls under him, they can only watch, not participate.

Meipu Bourbon and Aimu Zhiji were originally eligible to compete, but…

Meeting the basic requirement is one thing; having enough prize money and fan support to actually appear on the track is another.

The competition eligibility tied to these "major achievements" actually requires standards five times higher than the norm.

This is the brutal reality of horse racing caused by excessive cutthroat competition.

Even Meipu Bourbon, which originally had excellent grades, fell just short of the threshold, let alone Miss Aimu Zhiji.

Participating in some GII or less‑noticed GI events to accumulate fans and prize money is the main goal for Aomo's group in October.

For Suzi, that amounts to boredom.

Boredom—days without challenge are just dull.

But it's precisely during such boring days that the trainer gave her an interesting task.

—detecting and observing the monsters' conditions, helping the team develop instruments to locate targets.

When she's here, she's a hundred times more spirited than at the training ground.

I had meant to praise Tunshujun for being the talent I picked, but I saw they weren't taking it seriously at all.

And they were chatting idly with a few unrelated staff members!

A teenage girl's possessiveness always flares up in the subtlest of places.

But fortunately, Aomo didn't leave her hanging alone.

"It's just training, training," said Miss Xintiao, who knows Ailisuzhi's temperament and Aomo's arrangements. "Xiaoshe set up the special training for you guys last month; it's probably these few days."

"Special training?" That unfamiliar remark made Suzi think for a moment, then she frowned and asked, "You mean the Rhodes Island Company?"

"More precisely, it's Rhine Life," Aomo approached, saying, "They send out weekly synchronized reports on the development of trial devices and programs. Although I don't understand the details, aside from that I can tell their R&D has been going smoothly, with about ninety percent completion."

"How so? Have you finally finished chatting over there?" Suzi snapped.

"Of course, sorry for the wait," Aomo said, though it had only been a few minutes. He followed her words, stepped closer, and, as Suzi shied away uncomfortably, looked at her organized data, asking, "How does it feel? Any discoveries from these data?"

"It's obvious—no need to ask."

Suzi, who had just looked uneasy, suddenly lit up upon hearing the professional context: "The live monsters and their tissue samples from Aobo Monster Co., Ltd. can be observed and interacted with by the naked eye, but when faced with a moment of digital interaction, they lose vitality instantly—no observation needed."

Saying this, she turned around and raised both arms toward Aomo in a display pose.

"Furthermore, the monster mutation phenomena you've encountered, Tunshujun, all show the same wavelength fluctuation in that dimension."

"But I've never come into contact with those monsters before."

"Regarding this point, the calculation results point to a cosmic-level self-collapse." Suddenly, the screen spoke on its own, a familiar calm low tone, indeed coming from Gilbalis.

When the Leblondo alien possessed you, further sublimation changed your life form as the Ashen Jiedun, and your actions at that time caused the other party to actively close the connection with that universe.

?" Aomo wore a strange expression and said, "Sounds like an extremely timid guy."

Seeking profit and avoiding harm is the instinct of life, Aomo Lindun.

What does the self-collapse caused by the closed universe connection mean? Does this universe still need energy guidance from other universes?

Generally consistent with the computational results' speculation, the stability of the multiverse is built upon mutual balance, but your world is different," Gilbaris explained, "The many 'Heavenly Gates' of Heaven's Gate City prove that this universe has always frequently interacted and scraped with other universes, and the survival foundation of many foreign species comes from the energy seized from other universes.

What the heck is the 'All-Heavens' school?" Bi Ze couldn't hold back his urge to complain.

But this complaint was actually outside the knowledge blind spot of everyone present, so nobody paid him any attention at all.

Does the exploration team of the Two Worlds Safety Bureau also handle this kind of work?

Let me check…… I'm not responsible. According to the results I obtained through online observation, even without deliberately plundering, the position of your universe will continuously draw in other worlds' 'energy' to perfect the 'existing material,' which is a natural phenomenon.

"Transmigrators also count as 'energy,' right?" Suzi asked, arms crossed.

"Yes," Gilbaris nodded, "In the premise that no one seals off other universes, this energy extraction will proceed naturally."

"But now the other side has sealed off other universes?"

"Not all of them, so as long as they don't interact with the data, these monsters can function normally," Gilbaris said, as the screen automatically pulled up several charts and the super agent flung to the forefront of the desktop, "The other side likely didn't just close the door; they also took away the monsters' existence as a phenomenon in the data realm."

"Then how are you still normal?" Jie Si Ti Si posed a lethal question.

"…… I am merely a supercomputer, not a monster."

"What a flexible monster standard!"

Bi Ze, who had seen this guy in the monster medal, couldn't hold back.

"Obviously it looks like a monster……" Monster expert Miss Shinjo Tsuji tried to slap a monster label on Gilbaris, "It also appeared in Little Snake's card box."

Compared to my racial classification, I prefer to prioritize confirming Aomo Lindun's status.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Gilbaris's voice sounds a bit hoarse.

But his topic shift was quite effective; Shinjo Tsuji was the first to nod and say: "Indeed, Little Snake isn't a computer, yet it can similarly approach and seize their rendering material."

No wonder, as the goddess JK (x) who once spent days in Computer City, a single phrase about rendering material let the dazed super agent instantly understand.

Is it because of what you did back when you were the Ashen Jiedun?!

"You've been marked, Little Snake," Shinjo Tsuji smirked, fingers forming a gun, rubbing her chin, "The other side refuses to be investigated, especially by you, yikes!"

Aomo, who gently patted the other's head, was exceedingly helpless.

"How can you be so happy?"

"This is proof you can serve as a beacon, huh! Not being happy would be strange!" Miss Shinjo, who is also quite adept at thinking on her feet, found a seemingly reliable excuse to mask her schadenfreude.

"I only feel that I'll probably soon get a call from Rhine Life, the long-awaited trial will be postponed, I really can't be happy." Aomo sighed, looking toward Suzi on the other side.

Then he was questioned by the person in charge:

"Do you really want to train us, or just want to play yourself?"