Chapter 950: with translation of chapter title

NO. 73: old? business

"Is it her?"

"Who is that man again? Is he also related to Guli Te?"

"I'm not sure; this is my first time seeing him."

"You guys, these new-century middle schoolers, aren't you part of Guli Te? How can you have no memory at all?!"

"Even if you say so, no evidence just means no evidence… Everyone usually lives separately, and we wouldn't go looking for Guli Te to merge unless there's something going on."

Xiang Zhiren felt uneasy and nervous, also unable to understand what these people were saying; he merely gripped his fists tightly, somewhat restrained, placed them on his knees, watching that terrifying figure who could keep up with his motorcycle speed just with his legs.

Although he considered his safety driving awareness sufficient, even when monsters were tearing down houses he didn't exceed the speed limit, but seeing the other's calm, unflustered face was truly absurd.

However, upon further thought, having already seen monsters, seeing such a 'superman' seemed nothing special; thinking of this, he slightly relaxed his grip and turned to look at the woman beside him, whose demeanor was utterly calm.

"Can you understand what they're saying?"

What he naturally referred to were the few suit-wearing men not far away, quietly muttering while looking this way; he had thought he wasn't the only one feeling confused, but seeing his passenger's reaction, it seemed indeed only he was kept in the dark.

"I can roughly understand; do you also know Guli Te?"

"Guli Te? What is that?"

"That's him," Aomo pushed open the window beside him, raising his hand to display the sight outside: a tall, slender giant reminiscent of a steel construction releasing light beams to repair the city. "Even if you don't know him, it's no problem; now even if you do know him."

"Then," he turned his head, looking at the scientific genius before him, "Miss Jiafeiqi Guang, we need your help."

"You guys who can easily solve dimensional giants and those parasitic beasts—do you still have any unsolved problems?"

"Yes, just like you and that monster appearing here, this is the problem we haven't been able to solve."

"Sure, I've joined."

"Huh?" Xiang Zhiren turned his head in surprise, looking at this woman who was overly blunt, blunt to the point of being somewhat arbitrary.

"I knew you wouldn't stand by idly, welcome." Aomo nodded, not surprised, and extended his hand to shake hers.

A woman who had once fused with Guli Te and later tried to let anyone become a hero—recruiting her into the team was a simple task that didn't require much persuasion; as for this black-haired man with a moustache…

"Then it's your turn, Mr. Xiang."

He looked at the other person, his expression calm.

"Considering your daily life, I won't insist on your joining; this is a dangerous endeavor, and everyone should have their own place—there's no need for all of us to be heroes, struggling for a world we don't particularly like."

"But now that you've shown your specialness, I hope at least to let you know what's happening now, without you going off and loudly proclaiming our existence."

"Special? What special? If you want me to keep it secret, I can guarantee it now." Xiang Zhiren, adult version, said bluntly.

"Being able to remember His existence is itself special, Mr. Xiang, and you don't seem to agree with my statement."

"Yeah, I quite like this world."

"Then do you want to try to save it?"

"The premise is that everything you say is true."

"You'll find out; in the coming days, you'll have many opportunities to verify."

Aomo gave a slight nod, not insisting he join.

He is quite unfamiliar with Guli Te, as if he merely shares the same name as the protagonist of that tokusatsu version.

Of course, Aomo believes he is certainly not that person.

Because that person is also a high-dimensional being outside the box; no matter how much Guli Te devours the universe, it cannot interfere there, just as no electronic monsters will appear in the boundary gate area—it's merely that the information of all existing monsters becomes unstable when recorded into electronic devices.

The material world is hard to interfere with via data; in this regard, the threat of those electronic monsters is still less than that of the expedition forces in the digital world.

After all, monsters mostly rely on instinct, whereas those digital creatures are genuinely intelligent beings.

But even if Xiang Zhiren doesn't appear here, the fact of his existence remains; he could meet Jiafeiqi Guang sooner than Aomo, and at this very moment—having witnessed Guli Te release its restorative light beam, he hasn't yet lost his memory on the spot.

This already proves his extraordinariness.

You should know that even the provider of the Guli Te Alliance's tactical seminar venue, Baoduo Zhijiang, is still affected by memory erasure.

Aomo strongly suspects that this Xiang Zhiren is data inserted by Guli Te's subconscious, because the observer once mentioned an important piece of information—namely, that Guli Te created all universes.

The universes he creates will contain the existences from his memory; this is normal, just as many players, in custom sandbox games, directly take some names from their memory and apply them to character creation.

The problem lies in its uniqueness.

It's hard for players to give their characters distinct gameplay traits.

But now, the Guli Te main body fused with the universe is like Him having the highest permissions, and indeed can directly grant some characters extraordinariness.

But because His consciousness is not clear, the actions of certain special individuals more often reflect His subconscious rather than explicit commands.

Such people are not suited to participate in action, but they make excellent observation subjects.

Observing their behavior and interpreting Guli Te's subconscious helps in understanding the 'condition' of the entire universe.

But if we talk about truly solving it, the focus is clearly on the young people.

Guli Te is ultimately the heroes of children.

Aomo, seeing off that man calmly, thought.

A first-generation fusor who is not the main entity might possibly offer help at some point, but will certainly not be the decisive point that determines everything.

"Then let's go back," he turned his head, waving at Chen, Yu Nait, Gui She, and Wei Te, while also looking again at the newly joined technical staff, "Do you want to first meet this universe's Guli Te fusion, or would you rather get a more detailed understanding of the current crisis?"

The former is returning to school, the latter to the junk shop.

As for that, the brown-skinned, gold-eyed girl merely smirked.

"Can't these two be done together?"

"There's no problem, as long as you don't get dizzy from teleportation."

——

The fact half an hour later preserved Aimu Zhiji's specialness.

The more people who teleport, the less they can understand why she gets dizzy from teleportation; and while Jiafeiqi Guang rolls up her sleeves, trying to conduct scientific research using materials at hand in the junk shop, Aomo is also calculating how much those junk items will cost.

Money, of course, has to be given.

Even this junk computer placed in the secondhand shop was bought by the early 2000s middle schoolers with yen.

By the way, this was pooled together.

Max, who contributed the most, is the biggest spender among the four.

The one who contributed the least is Wei Te; 5 yen is basically human trash.

Of course, you can also see that the other two didn't give much either.

But overall, since it's scientific research aimed at saving the world, the funds should be able to be shared equally among everyone.

This world doesn't accept the currency of Boundary Gate District; before being able to become a big shot in another world, Aomo was penniless, living under someone else's roof.

But if you really want to make money quickly, there are other ways; even without resorting to crime, excellent physical fitness and some special life magic can also be used to make money quickly.

However, Aomo doesn't like to waste time making money during the few days of adjusted leave before work.

If you ask him what he likes to waste his time on…

He will have the observer make room for him.