Chapter 912: with translation of chapter title

NO. 35: What is the reason for still bringing a child when changing locations?

In Yuan Gu Peng, there have been many stories of righteous people being suspected by allies.

Fu of Nelliru Star, who remains active near Zhongshan Tiresen, has once submitted a classic and painful answer sheet.

Rather than being an extraterrestrial, but it is the human-body Nexus set, Jishizhun, also once showed a similar problem-solving approach to everyone.

Overall, it is not worth advocating.

Both answer sheets belong to the 'good people should be pointed at with guns' style, submitting without resistance, allowing the other party to bind, monitor, and even experiment on oneself.

Such a peacefully coexisting outcome, from the very start, lacks equality, and it leaves a deep impression on the young little Aomo.

It can be considered a kind of human enlightenment.

It made him realize from a young age the fact that 'there are especially many meaningless things among humans,' and it also made him think of other solutions.

Other solutions are not hard to think of.

Whether extreme or taking a big detour, there can be many different ways of responding.

You just need to face your own abilities squarely, and not always take the 'not wanting anyone to be hurt' Jidong-style heroic mindset as the underlying approach, then you can come up with many plans.

However, if you discard that core, it no longer belongs to the solutions those two can use.

After all, those two are indeed tragic heroes under extreme idealism, and they never regretted their choices even to the end.

Aomo has no right to interfere with their choices; he can only guarantee that when facing similar dilemmas, he will make choices in his own style.

Right now.

He chose a way of proving that is neither ideal nor Asa Xi, which is very similar to Chen.

——Come on, let's have the battle you expect.

Prove that I, regardless of whether I am Yalikexisi Kailifu, have the ability to kill you both, and only after achieving a completely overwhelming situation will I hold back.

Prove that my chatting with you here is the manifestation of my sincerity.

Although such a battle cannot make Mr. Naito tighten his p face, Aomo can at least earn respect in the other's tone——

——as long as Anji Jun does not want to be slapped on the ground by Nijikalisi again.

To demonstrate the maximum threat that would make the mongoose unable to jump, Aomo held nothing back in his choice of form.

He directly deployed the maximized power and firepower of the Heavenly Rights Judgment, rather than a possibly ineffective crushing effect that is too humanoid, making the opponent think he is the dark Terraga of Yalikexisi.

Thus, this is the result now.

"Well then, let's get along well, Anji Jun~"

It is clearly an imitation of someone's tone, sounding rather frivolous, yet it instead makes Naito grind his teeth silently without wanting to act.

You see, isn't this much better?

Speaking normally could raise suspicion of being Yalikexisi; imitating Yalikexisi's casualness, he instead refrains from acting.

From this young person, Aomo saw the possibility of another red-haired youth.

When Naito meets Gui She, they will likely go straight to fighting.

But if I were present, those two would surely join forces, right?

Thinking that after losing contact, the 'Monster Eugenics' people will eventually come looking for Aomo, he doesn't mind such a scene happening, after all, aside from Naito doubting him, he also somewhat doubts Naito and the second generation.

Opposing the 'Monster Eugenics,' hearing their experiences sounds more like the TV version of the Goliat Knight Alliance.

That is to say, it comes from other versions.

It could be the original body, or a copy produced together in a world that is constantly being copied.

Given the current state of the Goliat universe, copies are no big deal and can still be useful, but what about mutated copies?

Under the influence of increasing moisture, constant erosion by chaos brings destructive monsters, mad humans, and a visually significant cosmic collapse of the surrounding universe, as well as what exists within those universes.

The vast majority of them are ordinary humans; even if they are monsters, few can break the cosmic boundary.

But Naito and the second generation are different.

They can traverse worlds.

The spacecraft named SCS, which can even cross dimensions to reach higher dimensions…… Turning his head to look at the vessel that, after being piloted by the second generation, rose again, dove into the dimensional folds and vanished, Aomo turned back, surveyed this somewhat familiar cityscape, and sensed a slight abnormality.

No one paid attention.

Not a single passerby glanced at him; instead, a silver-haired knight, even wearing an inconspicuous office-worker suit, attracted many gazes due to the sheathed long sword on his back.

Moreover, many young women frequently stopped to look at his handsome yet stern face, their muttering making it seem they would soon ask for contact information.

"Mr. Anji, have you considered changing your clothes?" Aomo asked with a smile.

Then, naturally, he would encounter a cold face.

"What evil scheme are you cooking up again? Even if you've proven your ability, letting us live isn't without the possibility of achieving some goal," Naito said bluntly with cold hostility, "I still doubt you!"

"Of course, doubt is your right; rather, I appreciate your doubt, but I still hope you restrain your sharpness, and I am not fully able to tolerate this discomfort."

He raised his hand, the off-center bracelet slightly slid out, Aomo made a gesture as if pinching a thin blade, then he lowered his hand.

"Then I might strike first, press you to the ground, and then find a place to tie you up."

The snake emblem holding a moon ring swayed in the drooping hand, its pupil emitting a faint red light.

"Ah, what do you think of a small diving bell? For rebellious kids, that would be a decent confinement cell; enough seawater pressure at depth could even trap Goliat."

"... Tsk, so what exactly do you want to say?"

"How about changing clothes at the mall over there? I'll personally help you pick," seeing the opponent slightly restrain, Aomo's tone softened, "My sense of style is still good; I'll definitely make you satisfied."

Rather than saying his good taste satisfies the other, it's more that he can infer preferences from a person's many traits, so the recommended clothing, regardless of looks, will surely satisfy them.

As for Naito, who still doesn't grasp this, he merely maintains his hostile attitude toward Aomo.

"Your eyesight?"

"Xi occasionally lets me pick clothes for her."

"Tsk."

Nate clicked his tongue again, he couldn't help but admit that if the other's words were true, then that person's image indeed deviated from Yalikexisi.

But it's only a slight deviation! Yalikexisi might even help Xintiao Qian pick out clothes!

Nate and Xintiao Qian haven't spent much time together; most of the time since their creation has been spent on external assignments, so their interaction pattern is largely speculative.

"Let's go then," Nate said, stepping forward despite not knowing what medicine the other was selling in their gourd, pursing his lips, "I don't have much money on me."

"Saving the world in poverty? That's actually quite noble."

"Are you provoking me?"

"But it's a sincere sigh; rest assured, I'm quite skilled at matching cheap clothing."

"Full of nonsense."

"These are truly the most honest words."

"Your outfit doesn't look cheap at all."

"Actually, it's somewhat surprising that you have such an eye."

"You're definitely provoking me!"

"Misunderstood; I know a super agent who doesn't appreciate the value of human creations at all."

"Gulite?"

"So you think Gulite doesn't understand the value of human creations."

"Ah! No way! It's you, you bastard, leading me on!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't attack; if it's not necessary, I don't really want to attack the junior created by Qian again."

"You—" Nate, with veins bulging from swinging his sword at empty air, halted mid-sentence when he unconsciously glanced at other gazes falling on him, "They can't see you?!"

"You finally noticed? I thought you'd only realize it once we got to the mall."

"What's going on with you? Is it because of that so-called beacon?"

He still remembered that in those few subtle sentences of self-introduction at the beginning, the other party had mentioned marking the culprit hiding away.

"So you actually listened to all of it."

Aomo was somewhat surprised, then, in response to his urgent breaking-through-the-air sound, retreated helplessly.

"What's up, you don't care at all about being the center of attention?"

"This will only make more passersby think you need help; someone's already trying to call the police."

"Cut the crap, what's going on! Do I need to contact the second?"

Monsters and humans are just different; they don't care about this scene at all, just relentlessly asking Aomo what's going on.

"Of course it's necessary to get in touch, but there's no rush." Lowering his gaze to look at his own hand, which was neither transparent nor powerless, Aomo lifted his head again and looked toward the nearby clothing area.

There was the blue-green-haired, white-shirted youth he had indeed not misseen before.

Inner Sea General.

Although the terminal network was cut off, Aomo, whose crystal core self-check memory could still operate locally, would not forget the other's name.

"Let's go to the clothing store first; we can run a small test there."