Chapter 988: NO.111: SS?SS

NO. 111: SS? SS

「……」

Now, do you see the scene you wanted to see?

In a room so quiet that only the sound from the screen could be heard, and so sealed that the air seemed to congeal, Black Tea asked the observer who had not yet left.

The latter leaned against a nearby glass display case, his gaze on the screen as still as an ancient well yet boundless, as if he were thinking of something else.

At this moment, like a small stone dropped into a well mouth, a single sentence from Black Tea caused that gaze to solidify again, allowing it to fall upon the scene the other had drawn and was replaying.

That was, in actual fact, Demon God ZERO doing a sit‑up.

He remained in that demonic, fearsome form, possessing demonic speed and strength; at the moment the concentric mechanical eyes of the Demon God system flashed gold, he shoved aside the nearby Nigecalis that would be affected with astonishing speed, then grabbed the right leg of the OVERJUSTICE department chief.

The movement was fluid and the force was ample.

Obviously, in the deliberately slowed‑down footage, even the source of chaos did not expect such an 'accident'.

Even when his chest morphed into a gaping maw, the eyes in their normal position on his head still showed a wide‑eyed astonishment.

Thus, the two did not lock into a struggle.

At the moment the source of chaos froze, Demon God ZERO's power irresistibly pulled back the department chief, while he himself surged forward, plunging straight into the opponent's massive maw that expanded like a demonic serpent.

Obviously, it was also at this moment that the source of chaos reacted.

In that slowed‑down footage, not only did his expression shift to reveal ecstasy from his black eyes, but his entire figure instantly swelled to several times its size in a hasty surge.

The two before the screen could both say—this guy at this moment had probably even forgotten the ancient relic he was most reluctant to part with.

For the Demon God ZERO who had come forward on his own, he showed an impatience that could not be restrained.

One must admit, compared to the department chief with mere infinite life and energy, and compared to the ancient relic as a multiversal energy packet,

the final demon god who wields the seven great demon god powers and can continually evolve himself truly is far more suited to satisfy the source of chaos's desire.

Thus, at that moment he was completely dazed by the sudden surprise that struck him.

He easily abandoned his original targets—the department chief and Nigecalis—without hesitation, devoured Demon God ZERO, and attained a colossal form whose mere energy overflow could once again shake the island itself.

And when the footage reached this point, the girl hit pause again, her dark‑red eyes still fixed on him, as if demanding an answer.

"I saw it."

A brief silence, yet not worth hesitating over.

The observer was not yet at the point of denying his own observations, nor did he need to stubbornly claim that Demon God ZERO was not Omer Lin ton; after all...

Just as he would be left speechless by that question, it is hard to deny that he likewise harbors a few expectations for life and for himself.

He walks a road similar to that of the Beast King, yet still inexperienced, and yet the Beast King has granted him the authority to handle this matter.

He has had contact with the chief executive, yet still can make them leave, which signifies their approval.

As an observer, he has already seen many Omer Lin tons.

Their abilities differ, their aides differ, their demeanors differ, but inside they are always the same.

Even this Omer Lin ton is no exception.

He too walks the path of self‑tugging, not worth focusing on, yet the judgments of the Beast King and the chief executive also weigh on him.

The observer is not lacking in patience.

So he patiently, from that inferior return station, saw this cuckoo station.

From bored, idle observation, to a slight sense of curiosity, to being sought out by the other, then a departure, then assistance—a transformation.

His patience paid off, and he indeed saw where this individual differed from the other Omer Lin tons.

That difference sketched an intangible expectation, because he felt he could see in the other an answer sheet he wished to see.

That answer sheet could make the other truly stand out, and could bear the expectations of the other Omer Lin tons.

But he is unwilling to admit it.

Because he, because they, because so many Omer Lin tons have chosen to resist.

Devoting themselves to that endless abyss, they can never reconcile with themselves.

Even if he maintains a detached stance toward everyone, keeps his distance, and lives under the name of observer, he does not intend to give even the slightest allowance to the god that shaped his current posture—to interfere with himself or hinder his life.

But he also knows this in his heart.

Such a response is utterly passive.

The so‑called observer, the so‑called detachment from everything, is merely a choice to lower living costs—making that choice itself already means everything has lost its appeal to him.

Socializing is dull, a life requiring contact with others is dull, even the future and hopeful streams that ordinary people ponder feel dull to him.

Yet he does not wish to end his life.

Because that would be surrendering to all of this, and surrendering to the Demon God ZERO that tightly grips his life.

Thus he lives in this way.

He gains novelty by observing new things, counters boredom with scenery from different worlds, and then, through occasional chances, sees himself in different lives.

He sees them doing the same resistance, sees that they are mostly more 'fortunate' than he is, able to reap other gains to sustain their passions, to the point that he has never reached this plot of his own.

That certainly cannot be called luck.

The acquisition or loss of important things, and strong impacts, always bring about deep inner changes, making him actually quite clear why he has ended up in this plot.

He has also considered changing his current lifestyle and way of thinking, but he has never been able to make a firm decision.

Clearly there is nothing to lose, yet he hesitates to change, even deceiving himself by saying he does not know where to move forward, because his clever mind always sees the risks of any change, and then stalls because of those risks.

In short, he can see the risks but cannot calculate the gains, and what he truly needs is not further foresight or omniscient predictive ability.

But courage.

A courage to blindly charge into a thicket where cost and reward are not proportional.

This courage cannot be obtained from others.

Because his heart has never let anyone in, and he never projects himself onto others or compares himself to them.

Unless that person is oneself.

And now, he cannot help but admit that he has already obtained a sample.

——

Even if Gult's restorative light beam stabilizes the island's foundation, the island's upper layer remains a battlefield of shattered scorched earth.

The existence that links heaven and earth via the thunderbolt tree has achieved the sole, intense existence.

The giant maw, not yet fully closed, still overflows with energy, and together with the dorsal fin, it is suffused with the orange‑yellow flames of the light‑force ray.

Pitch‑black in form, scarlet in pattern, and with dark gold claws, back of hands, and tail tip.

Achieving the form of the end.

At this moment, He is fully worthy of the name MadOrigin.

That power is evident; just the instant of finishing the devouring, it radiates pure energy outward, turning everything within a thousand miles into scorched earth that nourishes the thunder‑punishment tree.

Pure numbers are exactly what He, who possesses countless skill potentials, needs; they can instantly reverse the offensive‑defensive balance between Him and the Berserker Emperor Gult.

But even so, He also noticed a fact that is hard to understand.

——Even if one masters such power, these guys seem not to have any intention of giving up.

Chen: 'Others, regroup!'

Qian: 'Six Flower! Come here!'

Six Flower: 'Eh? Me?'

Nei Hai: 'I and Ya Li Ke Xi Si can forcibly share part of the damage! But we still need to think of another way!'

Department Chief: 'Now, call me Department Chief! If you want another way, why not use what's in Gult's head?'

"Instanceabreacting!" / Example venting.

"Uh..."

A vibrant emerald beam of light shoots up from the head of the Berserker Emperor Gult, rising straight to the sky in a posture that would make Sai Luo feel extremely close, as if transmitting a signal to the cosmos.

The next second, countless metal giants burst forth from within.

"Battle Mecha Gult?!" Jia Qi Guang exclaimed in shock, that being the metal posture in which her world once appeared alongside Gult.

As it leapt forth the emerald light, it also caused her wrist to reveal a receiving device that should have disappeared.

"Eh? Jie Si Ti Si?"

Qian also spotted a somewhat familiar fighter jet bursting out from within, and immediately heard a male voice suddenly rushing into the communication channel:

"Ah! Miss Qian! And the gang of monster eugenics thinkers! I finally see you! Where is Mr. Aomo?!"

"Uh... inside that thing's belly."

"?"

Not far away, a fused iron god with massive wings spread, wielding a huge long sickle, appearing with a bizarre appearance, and various voices speak from within:

"Is that the one? The guy we have to deal with?!" "Is this strange call coming from here? Another Gult?" "That over there is a monster, right? It's practically like Goro!" "Goro? This lightning isn't Ghidorah?!" "In short, it must be the opponent of our fused sinner Dark Armor Gult! Bei Yin!"

"That's definitely correct, but it feels like we can't get a new doctrine..."

"But Gult is seeking help! Another Gult!"

"Isn't this not the time? That guy rushed over! Uh, what should we call him?"

"Chaos Origin!"

The self‑announcing charger shouts and runs, its gigantic body nearly four hundred meters long, each step bringing tremors, and while shouting, it simultaneously releases golden blazing light from its mouth and eyes.

"It is about to immediately destroy you lot of uninvited scoundrels, the end——uh?!"

At the moment the words fell, He suddenly felt a blow from something invisible, forcing shut the mouth that was emitting the light‑force ray, and upon looking again, it was a pair of huge red eyes like blinds.

Appearing as a semi‑illusory projection on the horizon, looking down upon Himself.

"It seems useless, Clara‑kun, it only caused a pure impact."

He even complained with a very dissatisfied attitude.

"But the enhancement code that lets Gult's universe fully connect for a distress call has taken effect! Next, we just follow the string of code that Aomo originally instructed——"

A half‑blue eye squeezed open the red eye, as if having the habit of reading while tapping, and in the horizon it tapped out that long phrase character by character with pauses.

"SpecialSignaturetoSaveaSou——l!"

At the moment the obvious enter key strike sounded, the entire battlefield instantly saw four successive lofty rainbows rise.

【Ultra Dragon King Fusion Superhuman. Berserker Emperor Gult】

【Battle Mecha. Gult】

【Fused Sinner. Dark Armor Gult】

And finally, one that barely arrived, appearing in the original form of Gult, yet emitting the voice of the red‑clothed rider Xiang Zhiren, which surprised Jia Qi Guang somewhat, thus appearing.

【Electronic Primordial Gult】

The special signature for saving souls has now gathered!

Thereafter, in unison——

Together with all the monsters on the field, they charged toward the location of the Chaos Origin!