Chapter 889: with translation of chapter title

No．12：What is the Chengtian Bai Ren you know?

Half of the ten minutes had been taken up by the previous conversation.

Such remaining moments are not enough to tell a story.

Aomo also had no intention of spending those remaining minutes on gossip, so the conversation ended with quick, concise question-and-answer.

Confirm whether there is any connection between this world and that black curtain.

If the connection is not significant, then also recommend where to start.

If one does not know where to start……

Then…

Then……

This conversation is hard to continue.

At the end of that conversation, the youth in the snake-pattern suit, unable to bear to look, raised a hand to cover his face.

And the armored figure sat like a sculpture, saying nothing.

Allowing the awkward silence to erode the remaining time.

And over there, the independently beautiful Yisamala…… although she also tilted her head to look this way, she also couldn't read the mood, continuing to hum her favorite song.

To be honest, although Aomo had already anticipated this——after all, not long ago, the other party had mentioned the 'habitual straightforward' way of handling incidents.

At that time, Aomo had already read between the lines, regretting that this Aomo Lindun from another universe had also fallen into the ranks of 'vulgar things'.

He abandoned his former lifestyle, letting those knowledge and precious logical habits fall into disuse.

He liked to use a super brain to issue commands for using super power.

But mental dulling should have a limit.

The other party's precise enunciation and quick adaptation in communication, gradually becoming fluent, is enough to prove that this guy merely appears aloof and silent, while his inner drama is just as rich as mine.

Based on this alone, the Beast King would not completely fall into the abyss called 'vulgar things'.

But the result……

"You just give me this clue and then have me investigate?"

Lowering his hand that covered his face, Aomo gritted his teeth and stared at the Beast King, who seemed intent on enduring with silence until the end of his stage time.

Such a Beast King, is this his investigative efficiency?

"I don't think this is my fault," he even opened with a stubborn tone, "I've been in this world less than half an hour."

"In less than half an hour you've already upended one-seventh of the city's land?" Aomo couldn't help but sigh.

After understanding the value of being straightforward, I had to admit that this job really couldn't be entrusted to him.

But more importantly——this kind of guy is actually the same person as me?

He is about to begin understanding Chaldea's corporate culture.

"Such precise numbers?" The Beast King, still unaware that he is being looked down upon and disliked, exclaimed in surprise.

"I've been using Gilbalius to obtain local information."

"Not bad, you of this sort are exactly the most suitable to handle the current situation."

"Is this the reason you run 20 meters and make me relay 3000 meters?"

"Cough..."

The Beast King gave a fake cough, then rose from the high stool that barely supported him; Aomo, who also heard the hurried footsteps, turned his head toward the source—the bar's entrance.

Then a black-clad woman carrying big and small bags pushed the door open; upon meeting three gazes, the black horse ears on her head trembled in surprise.

"Chief, chief, who is this?" the woman said somewhat nervously, her eyes fixed on Aomo's filled with excitement.

This caused Aomo, who recognized that face, to have a subtle expression.

"It's not hard to recognize, Bai Ren," the Beast King said calmly, "you should have seen this appearance in my files."

"And this 'I' is equally familiar with you."

"......" This remark made Aomo glance askance, looking at this fellow who clearly hadn't lowered his head yet had likewise noticed his reaction.

Seemingly straightforward, yet the cunning details are not few; it's really hard to believe this guy only grasps that bit of information.

After all, why did this guy, having arrived less than half an hour ago, immediately go to war with someone?

Did he discover the problem? Or did the problem find him?

Aomo pondered this question, intending to ask it directly then, but the other party spoke first: "Time's up, we should also leave."

"Wait, I still have a question."

"Regarding those few monster users," the Beast King raised his hand to let Yisamala hold as he jumped down from the high stool, then turned his head, "it was that red-haired guy who, after just a few words, directly attacked me, and then Yisamala also got somewhat excited."

"They should have become part of the nutrients." Noticing Aomo's gaze, the silver-haired, red-eyed girl kindly added an explanation.

"In that case, I need a reason to send her elsewhere." The Beast King sighed regretfully.

"Anyway, this is left to you; let's go, Bai Ren, Miss Aili is probably getting impatient."

"Uh, huh? Chief, you're saying all this at once?!" The obviously more mature-looking Chengtian Bai Ren compared to Aomo's memory first noticed the Beast King's fluent, long sentence, then somewhat flusteredly said, "No, chief, could you give me a moment?"

"...... Within two minutes, and also, give me the bags."

"Oh, trouble you."

The Beast King, seeming to guess what she was going to do, wearily raised his iron claw to scrape his cheek, then immediately took the big and small bags handed by Chengtian Bai Ren, leading Yisamala out of the bar.

Behind her followed a group of people who had left their bodies, leaving behind a group of comatose 'flying fish'.

"Then, I also will……"

"Lord Lindun!"

"Lord, lord?"

Aomo originally intended to leave together with them from this place resembling a crime scene, but was stunned by a sudden sentence from Chengtian Bai Ren rushing to his face.

Although he wanted to respect the possibilities of different worlds, he still found it hard to accept the treatment he remembered of that person with extreme contrast.

Almost OOC-like enthusiasm, completely OOC-like low posture, and……

In the enhanced curves shown by that training‑uniform‑like outfit, as if touched by a fan‑artist.

That approaching face even had a somewhat ghost‑like shyness, matched with the mature allure fitting that age.

This made the hearts of the horse‑girl DD and the old fan almost jump out.

The heart‑monkey almost broke free from the will‑horse's pull, but then suddenly saw the other party abruptly lower their head, and, in a full‑effort posture, handed over the photo and oil‑based pen in their hand.

"The person in the photo is you, right? Please! Give me an autograph!"

After a brief silence, Aomo looked at the back of the photo the other party handed over, while the other party also glanced quickly, hurriedly flipped the photo over, letting him see that frozen shot of Nijikalis sprinting and throwing a punch in Hei'an.

What angle did you shoot from…… What did you use to take this?

Aomo quietly complained in his heart, but having grown used to reporters and recently begun to meet some fans, the budding competence still made him simply take the photo.

"Indeed, I'm operating it; it's called Nijikalis, and it also has a title. Do you want me to sign that as well?" he asked.

By now, the OOC shock has been enough; he chose to accept reality and stop pondering the reasons.

"Be sure to! Please!"

Upon hearing this, Aomo swiftly signed the traditional Eastflame script of the Heavenly Power Penalty Judgment and the romanization of Nijikalis, then after a brief hesitation over the name, added his claw‑like signature that appears in some of his autographs.

"Here."

"Heavenly Power Penalty Judgment Nijikalis… Okay, thank you so much! I must add, your signature is exactly the same as the leader's—uh, I don't mean to use you as a substitute," noticing the ambiguity in his words, Chengtian Bai Ren repeatedly bowed, "I just, I just hope the monster——"

"It's fine, I'm not angry and don't mind; please don't do that."

"Ah, okay."

Not long after, the urge to hide his face returned; seeing the other's somewhat humble demeanor, Aomo's fluttering heart had already been overtaken by wistfulness.

There was a feeling of a thick barrier appearing.

What exactly has she gone through?

How did the spirited lone wolf become like this?

Is it like this only in front of oneself, or is it the same with anyone?

He couldn't help but reconsider, watching the other calm down and straighten their back, still able to see a hint of unruliness in their brows and eyes.

Thus, he actually relaxed a little.

"Why did you become his subordinate?" Aomo asked.

"I love monsters!"

"Just because you love monsters?"

"Mr. Lindun, your tone sounds really aggravating." Bai Ren frowned, his ears also beginning to lay back.

"Then you can show a bit more anger," Aomo sighed, "If my tone comes off as flippant, I'm willing to apologize."

"Even so, you simply don't understand how much I love monsters! But I accept your apology."

"I really don't understand; to be honest, I'm surprised—when did you start liking monsters?"

"Starting from when the leader changed in the Boundary Gate Zone to become a Thunderbolt Assassin!" Chengtian Bai Ren said, clasping his hands excitedly, "That fierce, sharp horn and those claws—I've long yearned for them!"

"..."

No way, I can't bear to watch or listen……

This is completely not the Chengtian Bai Ren I know.