Chapter 902: with translation of chapter title

NO. 25: What is a relatively ideal future?

The rich aroma of a cup of black coffee rose with wispy steam, the breath of the hot drink adding a hint of tipsy haze to the sunlight outside the window, but the Ultraman warrior representing the Martial Arts Faction didn't care about the so-called atmosphere's effect.

Likewise, picking up Aomo's black coffee, he likewise didn't care about the air's content, after all, directly opposite him sat a latte with a lot of light cream.

Heretic!

Although that's the case, Aomo isn't particularly concerned about what others drink or how they drink.

After all, it's not something he brewed himself.

Thus when Suzi continuously dropped eight sugar cubes into the coffee brought to Chazuo, Aomo would think it reasonable for Chazuo to give Suzi a bone-splitting treatment, he wouldn't feel sympathy, and would even warn her about the dangers of excessive sugar intake.

Right now he also doesn't care about the other's 'tasteless choice', merely observing the other's hand.

This is his unique habit.

It's not that he has any particular fetish for hands; rather, it's the other's astonishingly curved bust that hits his sweet spot, but this doesn't prevent him from habitually observing the other's hand.

The woman's five fingers were clad in white gloves; at first glance they seemed unremarkable, but in fact the unknown-material gloves clung tightly to the fingers, revealing the plump fleshy feel of the index finger pad and the side of the middle finger, with slight undulating differences.

That is a cocoon.

This is not a hand skilled in close combat, but rather adept at holding something as thick as a baton between the fingers.

If not a riding crop, then a staff-like object; he lifted the coffee and took a light sip, the unexpected taste slightly disrupting his train of thought, and also causing the woman opposite to show a hint of a smug smile.

Then, in the sentence as Aomo set down his coffee, the smile froze.

"Looks like you know my preferences well."

Setting down the black coffee that he hadn't ordered himself but had been served upon sitting, Aomo realized this was some kind of opening move, yet it also actually revealed more important information.

For Aomo Lindun, who had only seen another version of himself two days prior and was still thinking about that other self just minutes ago, his logical thinking still carried a bit of inertia.

"Then when will he come over? Miss Ursula."

He asked, as if not noticing the stiffness on the other's face, merely stirring the surface of the black liquid in the cup with a small spoon.

The brief opening remarks had already been made at the start; in that brief exchange of names, the other party only gave a single unfamiliar name, Aomo likewise just gave his own name, while Sai Luo hesitated for two seconds and gave the name of Iga Li.

In such a place you're being quite careful, Sai Luo…… but this is unnecessary; looking at the other's demonic-zone-local-like horns and the tail extending from the hips, slender and ending in a heart-shaped signature tail, that tail's lively transformations make it hard for Aomo to regard it as a cosplay result.

Moreover, the other's whole body is enveloped in a special kind of energy; Aomo has seen this energy among his fellow penguin logistics workers, also seen it in Miss Niyan of the initial Blessed Gospel class, and even more so in Miss Adel.

They all call it Origin Stone Arts.

It is a technique that uses the specific energy mineral called 'Origin Stone' as a medium to cast spells; as one of the foreign world spell systems, its very existence alone can explain Aomo's identity far better than the other's self-introduction.

This is also a member of Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals, Ltd., right?

Or perhaps it's an accidental crossing?

Of course, this 'accident' refers to the first crossing from one's homeland to another world, not arriving here.

After all, the other party provided enough information details for Aomo to be very confident that they are certainly not a first-time crosser of worlds and universes; they undoubtedly came together with another person, and that other person is either sufficiently intimate with them or had previously come to sit here.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have needed to go out wandering; the place I had sat before could actually let me lurk near the target..."

Swaggering over, the guy dashed to the side in a demonic ferocious posture, without greeting Aomo and Sai Luo, he had already first sat beside Ursula, and while sitting down, he reverted to his human form.

He looks like a youth in his early twenties, and at the same time is the Aomo Lindun that causes Sai Luo's gaze to dart back and forth for confirmation.

The uniform he wears caused Aomo, whose gaze had remained unchanged from downstairs to now, to have his pupils contract slightly.

"How? You wouldn't have failed the entrance exam too, would you? Two Worlds Safety Bureau."

Aomo Lindun, wearing the Two Worlds Safety Bureau uniform, lightly laughed as he dispelled the magic on his body, beckoning a waiter from afar for a cup of black coffee while also ordering a mint milk tea for Sai Luo.

He made up for Ursula's slight lapse in etiquette.

"I highly recommend this drink; it's the flavor you love in the universe I come from."

"Oh! Not bad, indeed worthy of being the great boss of another universe!"

"I'm glad you haven't changed much from my memory, then..."

Feigning abruptness, he stepped forward, quickly closing the distance by omitting self-introduction, and at the same time didn't mind being quite close to the nearby Sakaz woman; in Aomo's hard-to-not-frown gaze, this person who seemed to embody his ideal Two Worlds Safety Bureau executor from another universe made him feel less than ideal in other aspects.

Indeed, while carrying out missions, when he gets close to those extraterrestrials he also displays similar social skills, but that's merely work‑required playing along; however, he can see that this man before him is not treating himself and Sai Luo as work‑related targets.

That relaxed demeanor is indeed his everyday way of making friends, and such a posture is his habitual pattern.

This inevitably made Aomo feel somewhat stifled, and he bluntly replied: 'I never went to college.'

"Oh! Is that the choice of entering society after high school?" the executor, lifting his coffee, blew on the steam and said, "You won't be becoming a mercenary, will you?"

"And I also worked as a trainer."

Upon saying that, the other's face clearly showed surprise.

"... This is really surprising; I've gotten so many 'me' choices from the Observer, yet I can still get some novelty from you," said the executor with a strange expression, glancing at Sai Luo sipping his straw beside him, then turning back to look at him, "So you, too, walk the monster path like the Beast King?"

He said while pointing his finger at a not‑far‑away countertop where a LCD screen hung, currently playing the commotion from the past two days, the Five Emperors' figures clearly visible, followed by a large expanse of darkness.

"Ifrit told me about this and I really didn't expect it; the guy rumored to have the worst temper isn't only paying attention to this matter, he's even in the same universe as her—too bad the little girl won't listen to advice, so I have to come in person to blast her back."

"Is his temper really that bad?" Aomo thought for a moment, feeling that aside from shirking work, that person's other behavior was quite friendly.

"Oh, as part of the Five Emperors and monster parade he is indeed quite intimidating, but that's about it."

"At least in the Observer's description his temper is awful; being silent and taciturn is forgivable, but his patience is poor, he'll lash out at the slightest disagreement—lightly breaking your arm, heavily...," the executor said, glancing at Sai Luo, then turning back, "You're also familiar with the Inpakt crisis, right?"

Upon hearing that, Sai Luo blinked in surprise, after all he was an eyewitness.

The Inpakt crisis is the fundamental background at the start of Jie De's story.

It refers to the time when Belial used a super‑dimensional annihilation bomb in his battle with Sai Luo; the dimensional rift expanding from the explosion spread throughout the universe, directly causing the collapse of the entire fringe universe.

This crisis is called the Inpakt crisis, and mentioning it also means……

"I thought his talk of destroying the universe meant foundational destruction like DCD."

Aomo found it hard to believe.

"You're overthinking it; that guy at full power would directly destroy the universe on a physical level—the Observer has his file, so seeing him makes you want to flee, yet you still got caught," the executor shrugged, "though restoring his data‑form body is simple, whereas the Beast King's willingness to leave exceeded my expectations—how did you manage that?"

"... Probably because I demonstrated my darkness, and he also felt he wasn't suited to handle it?"

Oh, he made you his spokesperson—I was wondering why the whole trans-temporal channel was full of his monster autographs, all just telling us to scram.

【65】

A question mark appeared above Aomo's head.

"【65】 The name is Aomo (as provided). So Aomo."

What channel? Give me an ID number, no! How did he drive the others back?!

No names.

A few days ago, he'd been wondering if he could catch another Aomo, and just toss the relay baton.

【71】

Don't rush—just because we're shouting that doesn't mean there aren't exceptions like me. Trust your contrarian streak; some people actually want to come the more you tell them to scram. The executor said reassuringly.

"【71】 The name is Executor (as provided)."

Do I have that contrarian streak?

No names.

Uh...

No names.

Speak!

No names.

Normal development would probably be tough, huh? If Yifulite weren't here, I wouldn't have come. The executor said embarrassedly.

【81】

We will romanize the name Yifulite, and translate the title Executor, as official titles should be translated by meaning.

Curiosity kills the cat, more or less—but Aomo isn't a cat.

【84】

Almost all of Aomo Linthon adopt caution as their guiding principle, being atypical social individuals who can suppress curiosity through their awareness of danger.

【87】

I never got a chance to ask—is the Yifulite you mentioned the one I know? From Rhein Life?

We will translate the fictional company name as Rhein Life, based on meaning, and include it in the glossary.

Yeah, Rhode Island Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. and the Two Worlds Safety Bureau work pretty closely—I've had several assistants sent from there.

【91】

"Is this lady also...?" Aomo glanced at Eersula.

We will romanize the person's name as Eersula.

Even if they're not young, whether they're Sarkaz or true demons, you don't have to measure them by human lifespan—it's always safe to assume they're younger.

【95】

We will translate the phrase as 'true demon', since it is not a name.

Just don't call them a kid.

No names.

I'm not from Rhode Island—I'm from Kazdaier's Military Committee! Eersula shouted anxiously, relying on her still-working Originium Arts, and nobody around the drink shop gave her a surprised look.

【101】

We will translate the term as 'Military Committee', as it is not a name.

【105】

We will translate the term as 'Originium Arts', as it is not a name.

Oh, so that's the organization… Aomo understood.

【109】

He remembered this organization as one of Rhode Island's independently run enterprises and groups expanding outward, developing toward the Demon Realm Area.

We will translate the place name as Rhode Island, and the term as Demon Realm Area, since it is not a name.

But saying it's not Rhode Island…

No new names.

The top affiliation still has to be Rhode Island, right? Aomo thought so, but seeing how urgent she was, he didn't mention it.

【115】

"She's specially dispatched from the Demon Realm Area over there," the executor also didn't mention it, seemingly emphasizing it for her, making her straighten up instantly, while the two Aomos exchanged a knowing look: "You know Yifulite but not her?"

We will translate the terms as Demon Realm Area, Executor, Aomo, and Yifulite, noting that Yifulite is a person's name.

You should just ask him—is the Mostima from his universe still holding those two staffs? Eersula said, swinging the pocket watch she'd drawn out like flipping a flip phone.

【119】

We will again romanize the name as Eersula.

Indeed he is. Aomo nodded, about to ask something when he suddenly recalled that time-stop feeling from when they first met.

【127】

That wasn't an illusion, then…?

No names.

Hmm, so then…

No names.

Alright, off topic—glancing at Sai Luo, who had started sucking on a straw vigorously, the executor interrupted the pink-haired Sarkaz's speech: "The small talk is about done; it's time to make the report and take notes."

We will keep the name Sai Luo, translate the title as Executor, and retain the term Sarkaz, referring to the pink-haired variant as pink-haired Sarkaz.

Report and notes? You or me? Aomo frowned.

【131】

I'll do both, I'll do both—the executor nonchalantly raised a hand, drew a magic sigil in midair, pulled out two portable screens and several sheets of parchment: "As the chief executor of the Boundary Gate Area's Two Worlds Safety Bureau, I've been assigned to investigate the cause of this universal coverage incident."

We will translate the terms as Executor, Boundary Gate Area, and Two Worlds Safety Bureau, since they are not names.

Just investigating the cause?

No names.

Right, not responsible for solving it—the executor, seemingly in sync with the other's concerns, nodded: "but the intel has helped a lot—you, as the spokesperson endorsed by the King of Beasts, definitely have the ability to solve it; if you have any more intel issues later, you can try finding the Observer."

【139】

He said that, handing over half of the light screen and half of the parchment each.

No names.

Not easy to find, huh? Aomo casually took it and proceeded to operate.

We will romanize the name as Aomo.

Both of them were like old hands, as if they were Jidong folks who'd come to a family restaurant to draw comics and do homework, heads bowed together, each operating.

【149】

But they were still carrying on a conversation.

No names.

For most people it's indeed hard to notice him, but we're definitely not among the majority—just pay attention.

No names.

Really confident, huh.

No names.

Anyway, he definitely won't care about the King of Beasts' warning; he's definitely there, it's just hard to say when he'll show up.

We will translate the term as King of Beasts, as it is not a name.

I see, but I'm curious—do you still watch horse racing?

No names.

I still place a few bets regularly, steadily earning pocket money each year—I've even taken baby horses out to eat—so what about you

No names.

【155】

We will romanize the name as Ailisuzhi.

【158】

No names.

However, I am also training at the Mancheng tea house and the Meipu Bourbon, and there is also Amor Zhiji.

【161】

We will transliterate the term as Chazuo, making the name Mancheng Chazuo according to the rule.

【165】

We will transliterate the name as Aimu Zhiji.

"? You have how many kidneys... no, how many livers?"