Chapter 895: and translation of title, then ===GLOSSARY=== with list of named entities appearing in these lines, using exact English

No. 18: What is the true meaning of overtime?

"Hey! Chen! Did you previously want to kill us all!!"

「……」

The person being questioned stays silent, which only fuels the anger, prompting the questioner to bravely step forward and seize the other's collar.

"You bastard!"

"Hold on! Gui She-san!"

"What are you waiting for! Peng, you're the one who knows best what this guy is thinking—don't get in my way!"

"Um, Shi Jia-san! He-san! Help me stop him!"

"Um, Peng..."

The bespectacled good guy is still somewhat hesitant, but the brown-haired woman on the other side speaks bluntly:

"His attacking behavior toward us is a fact; you wouldn't, when push comes to shove, still want to maintain some team atmosphere, would you?"

The disaster born of internal conflict naturally leads to a meeting of survivors that also starts from internal conflict.

But if one side is completely silent and takes no action, can that really be called a conflict?

"No, that's not it. If Chen also doesn't want to maintain the team atmosphere, Gui She-san doing this will only summon Gakura again."

「……」

Silence, like a contagious hush, enveloped everyone here.

Even the avenger who was about to throw a punch came to a halt.

First they made eye contact with the three teammates, then they all looked toward the expressionless, ever-silent brown-skinned youth.

A monster controller without a monster in hand is not much stronger than an ordinary person.

Conversely, a monster controller who harbors a monster within can easily kill everyone.

For a moment, the monster user named Gui She found himself in a predicament, like riding a tiger and unable to dismount.

Is it life or dignity? That is the question.

Stopping here is certainly not the way of the world for Gui She the Great, but Peng team member's comment hits the point—Chen is not some power-wielding pushover who will let others trample him; who spares whom is far from certain.

But...

But...

Bang!

He ultimately still threw that punch.

And that monster controller, who was just a youth with no physical advantage, was also knocked to the ground by that punch.

"This is just part of the interest! Don't think that's the end! I, the great one, am not that generous!" Gui She, who came to hate humans and wanted to kill them after being betrayed by humans, places great importance on such right and wrong, saying: "You must ingratiate yourself with me as fiercely as you did with Peng before!"

Perhaps he doesn't really care that much.

"I didn't really try to ingratiate myself with him back then, did I?" Peng, somewhat speechless, turned his head to ask Shi Jia.

"At least that's what he thinks," Shi Jia replied with a helpless smile, "but does it matter? The previous battle was serious, right?"

"If possible, it's better not to kill anyone." Peng lowered his eyes; in the distance, the screen still showed the city's devastation caused by his earlier confrontation with Chen, and besides that, there was a large amount of citizen feedback.

Not far away, He, who was also watching the TV, sighed:

"It feels like even going out to eat is inconvenient."

She has recently begun to enjoy the pleasure of good food, and the citizens' welcome has made her monster control work especially energetic, but after today...

Worry, doubt, and condemnation.

The network of monster supporters, which took months to build, can be destroyed by just a few battles in half a day.

"But there are times when you have no choice but to make a decision," Shi Jia ignored He's complaint and continued his conversation with Peng: "Peng, you actually make decisions surprisingly decisively."

"Decisively?"

"Yes, clean and efficient, a trait of a leader." Shi Jia sighed.

So decisive, it's like someone... who was it again?

Suddenly, he recalled what O'Moe Linnton had said about 'lost memories'.

A youth, a red-haired youth?

Although he can't recall anything, he indeed feels that something is different.

He can't think of who, in the five-thousand-year-old team, was serving as captain or leader...

At the same time, he has no memory of himself being the leader...

He instinctively looked in the direction where O'Moe Linnton had gone, and indeed saw him walking out from there, wearing that perfectly standard uniform.

Primarily white with gold accents, plus gold tassels on the 'Monster Eugenics Thought' uniform, it's even more finely finished than the one Peng wears in Ma Zhong, with five faint red stripes on the left arm.

Such a level of completion isn't surprising, because it's not a newly made outfit but an old one.

Since everyone awoke in this era, it has simply lain off to the side, not resembling anyone's replacement, yet no one knows to whom it truly belongs.

Gui She and Shi Jia both consider themselves different from He, claiming their memories have no gaps, but now it's hard to say.

"You look quite suitable, Mr. Linnton." He stepped forward to greet him, friendly and enthusiastic.

When the other party seeks your help, such enthusiasm is only natural; O'Moe wasn't surprised, merely lifting his hand to tug at the gold cravat at his neck, then tugging at the slightly tightened black shirt beneath it.

"It's still a bit tight; the previous owner of this outfit was somewhat lacking in muscle mass."

"Is he the red-haired youth you mentioned earlier?"

"That's right, he's probably around 183 cm tall, his wingspan not much different from mine," O'Moe said, twisting his right wrist chain and cuff, "but compared to verbal description, pictures convey the information more directly."

As those words fell, the screen content that Peng and He had noticed shifted, turning into a cartoon-styled fashionable man.

Whether it's a short jacket that reveals the navel, slightly tailored trousers, or specially styled thick-soled shoes, they're all trendy to the point of being eye-catching, and each goes its own style route distinct from the group's outfits derived from modified military dress uniforms.

"Can you recall anything? Mr. Shi Jia, Mr. Gui She, and... Peng."

"Huh?" Peng, who was somewhat surprised that he himself would be called out, instinctively looked at Chen and He, who had not been called out.

"You guys, the Ancient Knight and his assistant, the second generation, whom you can't contact, are all monsters," Aomo's hand somehow produced that staff again, using it like a pointer to the light screen, "and as for that Mr. Shima you can't remember..."

Although he is a human like you all, there is also some speculation, based on the fusion of human life and monster life.

"Has he become a monster?" Chen, who had been silent until now, immediately reacted.

It's just a hypothesis; I'm not entirely sure either.

A speculation derived from the post-credits Easter egg at the end of the final episode of SSSS. Electric Machine King is that Shima became Dynarex.

Although its core drive is still the audience's instinctive hope that their favorite characters survive—a lucky mindset—this speculation indeed has considerable support, to the point that it easily caught Aomo's eye.

If this is true, it could corroborate with the other two missing entities—whether they disappeared or had their memory concepts excised, they are all monsters.

But since this is merely speculation, just an inference, he cannot state it definitively, because he still lacks evidence.

That evidence should lie beyond the universe; however, before that, simply wanting to know about that entity's off-screen form...

He lowered his head and glanced at the uniform he was wearing.

A few minutes earlier, Aomo had asked Shija and He whether there were any spare uniforms; in fact, it was for this old uniform.

A youth of similar height also, because of this height, his everyday gait perhaps appeared slightly hunched—this is what the uniform told him.

Every crease on it that needs thorough ironing to slightly correct is a habit grown into this clothing.

And besides that, wearing this uniform, facing those old friends except Peng, what would he want to do?

He would want to laugh.

Yes, that kind of open, sunny laugh would also come with a hearty greeting.

But when seeing Gui She, it might also be a schadenfreude laugh, wanting to mock him for being afraid of a little devil under twenty.

No…… let's not think about that for now.

What I should be thinking about is, if someone tries to erase me, what kind of struggle I would put up—

"Hey! Aomo Lindun!"

That ill‑intentioned remark interrupted his immersive, simulated fantasy; he looked at the ever‑unfriendly Gui She, saw the fresh surprise in his eyes, and also saw Mazhongpeng following closely behind, throwing an embarrassed glance his way.

There was also Shija, who looked at him somewhat dazedly.

"You can't remember?"

His somewhat roguish, unfriendly gaze softened into calm, calm and gentle, as if the earlier demeanor had merely been everyone's illusion.

It's fine if you can't remember; our wait right now isn't for meaningless repeated attempts, but to await an antenna that will conveniently serve as our location beacon.

He said, glancing at the time on the light screen, and then, amidst the earth‑shaking tremor that made everyone almost lose their footing, cheerfully announced, "The antenna has arrived."

"That is……"

"The Silver Dragon, and a new one?"

Amid the monster controllers' astonishment, the fresh Galatron, kicking up dust and exclamations as it landed, maintained a crouched standby posture, standing tall in the distance.

At the same time, Aomo had pulled back the light screen, and the communication frame belonging to Jierbalis had already covered it.

【Signal good, status confirmed, capable of universal transmission】

All right, all monster controllers, with the preparations complete, I sincerely invite you all to journey to another universe; please remain calm and quiet during the transmission.

——

"Galatron… is he getting ready to leave?"

Three kilometers from the abandoned factory where the monster eugenics ideology resides, seated before a coffee shop, holding a magazine, the plain‑clothed bespectacled youth glanced over at the Civilization Arbiter that had drawn countless people to take photos.

"Then there's nothing left to see."

He withdrew his gaze, removed the silver‑frame glasses that had reflected countless images, rose calmly, and without any visible motion, a tangled stream of data tore open a slit before him.

Beyond the slit, the pink‑white Wisdom Angel Beast and the jet‑black Bal Beast X each offered him their respective gestures of respect.

Well done, let's go check out the other stages.