only monsters

Chapter 1298 No. 204: Anyway, let’s pretend we can’t hear it.

When technology is advanced enough, when source energy is profound enough, and when many of the "impossibilities" of the past are crumbling, the so-called "talent" is also forced to undergo a reform.

Bloodline purification, gene adjustment - although large-scale competitions that emphasize relative fairness will often impose restrictions on this, the "life" competition does not have such strict organizers.

You have no way of knowing how many Ascenders and Adjusters you might run into when you go out to buy a pack of cigarettes, and you are even less sure how many artificial geniuses you might have passed by.

All you know is that you have irresponsible biological parents.

They probably didn't do any padding when drawing the cards, so the you that was born didn't have any outstanding learning talent, energy talent, or martial arts talent.

This makes you seem very embarrassed, but also comforts people around you that you can still find a way to adjust later as long as you save enough money.

If you save enough money, you can even change your destiny, let alone your talent? In this era full of possibilities, the heights that wealth can reach are infinitely close to true omnipotence, but to reach that point, it is also an astronomical figure, forcing more people to be conservative even in their dreams.

Omer Linton didn't want to dream that dream.

Because he wasn't embarrassed.

Although he did live in depression, the fact that he had lived among a group of geniuses since childhood was not a reason for him to feel depressed.

Everyone in this era has his own oppression. Geniuses have their own torture, and the rich have their own pain. Everyone has his own cell, and he will find it sooner or later. So as wise as he is, he is not in a hurry to step into a higher realm to look at a higher vision.

He always believed that looking out and overlooking were the deepest and most evil desires of human beings. The devil used it to tame human beings, and trainers used it to spur the horse girls, teaching people to endlessly pursue broader and more forward scenery so that they could overlook all the glory.

This road is endless, and competitiveness is the best help. The higher it helps you climb, the closer it brings you to the abyss, and you stop looking back at yourself without knowing when.

There is always a ghost living in the body of a Triple Crown horse girl - although he has not experienced it himself, Omar can already understand this statement from another perspective, the moment he saw those girls leaving the gate.

"Successful exit! Manchester City Tea House, Elly Speed ​​​​King, and Ocean Ship were slightly late! But the difference is not big!"

"The leader is Miura Bourbon! The leader is Miura Bourbon! Miura Bourbon took the front position with a very standard ten-step exit! Is she still going to escape? She is the only escapee in this competition, and the vanguard is composed of Ji Zhao, Mori Treasure Cave, and Aimo Orihime!!"

"At the same time, Elise caught up! She surpassed Manchester City Tea House and Hongyuan Sakura and caught up!"

Fierce and hideous, there was no trace of his usual calm and gentleness. The evil smile that had already begun to show in the game ten days ago was now released in an exceptionally wild manner. It was not just Airi Suzuko. In the field of 18 people, there were many girls who did not look like good people when they ran, showing the alienation of desire to people.

It was clearly just a repeat of their debut competition. At most, they were facing off against a few teammates they had been with day and night, which allowed them to unleash their potential as if they were running the last race of their lives.

It was a bit out of place, but Omer remembered some of the jokes about how the brothers had just given their all when they were matched.

At this time, Bourbon Miura, who was running in the first place and was still as calm as a machine, seemed to be particularly calm and reassuring, and was able to pull Omer out of the slippery whirlwind of thoughts.

But, should we really feel at ease?

Or in other words, can you really feel at ease?

The monster card was not touched, but the sharp creaking sound was mixed with the roars, growls and roars coming from all directions. It was so clear that it even drowned out the cheers from the audience, showing its inhumanity and weirdness.

These are the sounds of talent, and also the talents of Omer Linton that are finally revealed.

His martial arts, energy, and learning talents have always been very average and unremarkable.

Gentle teachers would be willing to give him a moderate evaluation, frivolous classmates would call him mediocre, and bad classmates would call him cancer, and he has long accepted this fact.

With his early exposure to part-time and temporary work, the areas he touched upon were always much more than those of his classmates in the classroom.

The fact that he still failed to show any advantages or excellence in such a complex interface was enough for him to conclude that he really did not have what it takes to be called a gifted person.

But in recent months, especially recently… when he gradually had the opportunity and occasionally took the time to communicate with several monster controllers, especially in the communication with Shen, he gradually began to have to admit that he was not completely in the late silver stage.

After all, he has a talent that deserves to be singled out, as if it is one in ten thousand, or even one in a million. [Monster Controller]

This talent should have been opened by Qian, or even given to her, but in his hands it was actually not the same as that of Guishe, He, and Jujia.

This was a fact that he realized only after communicating with everyone and then with Shen.

Undoubtedly, there are differences among monster operators.

Some monster controllers can sense monsters at all times, communicate with them, and live like Mothra's little beauty.

Some monster controllers just destroy cities when they go to get off work, and they may be blown away by the aftermath of the monster's explosion when they turn around, and they can't even hear any sound from the monster.

And if you ask whether the former can be regarded as the special content of the goddess's blessing, the Puff Goddess lying on the side with a smile can only give a high-quality answer.

Also.

She even learned modeling later. In the past, she just relied on making monsters to make her wishes come true. It’s better to hope that the monster worker will bring An Qijun to play in his second life than to expect this goddess to figure out the principles of her ability.

Or are you here to report trouble?
When he thought that some people were like crows, their appearance meant that something big was about to happen, Omer had to put aside his expectations and return to his own thinking, and frequently conducted interactive tests with Shen through monsters and monster cards.

Finally gave up separating them.

Now, the two of them are able to be sure that this is a talent that is always accompanied by the concept of will, and they are even more certain that this is a state that everyone who becomes a monster controller should have reached. After all, when it comes down to it - every monster controller, his or her control itself is touching the concept of monsters.

Those who become monster controllers must have had such talent in the very beginning, and had a state where they could listen to the voices of monsters, because the mastery of this power itself shows the weirdness and bestiality that surpasses the monsters.

In that computer world, humans are part of the data, and monsters are just bugs.

But data can also give rise to bugs, or even become the bug itself.

The different are monsters, the crazy are beasts. The so-called monster itself is both a singularity that transcends the framework and a dangerous anomaly that deviates from the masses.

In the real world, the premise that the ability is still applicable is based on the digital disaster that affects reality due to the source of madness, and is also based on the monster models that the goddess reproduces for everyone.

That's essentially the same thing as the monsters in the computer world.

It is born with data information as the framework, monster seeds as the core, and emotions as radical as beasts and as twisted as monsters.

The so-called monster sound that the monster controller can hear is the sound of emotion.

What is worth mentioning is the monster power storage built with the information extracted from the secret key.

Whether it is a card, a badge, a USB flash drive, a coin or something else, it is ultimately an empty shell with a bias, or a more vivid and accurate metaphor would be a mold.

Both the material within the key and the spirit with which you wield it will be given a temporary form in that mold.

Although the solidification of the spirit's "memory metal" by the mold can be reduced by removing the fusion or choosing long-term remote control, the mold itself is not a completely dead object.

It will remember the most suitable material, and then use the traces left by that material to melt all those who use it. It will even emit the remnants of that trace on weekdays, emptyly longing for another integration with its own kind.

Like now.

There are so many 'newcomers' and so many 'outsiders'.

They seemed to have completely ignored the consideration that anyone could hear the movements of the things they were carrying, and just let them roar out what was in their hearts without any suppression or cover-up.

It was so shocking that Omar's expression under the mask became more subtle. He looked closer and closer to the old man on the subway, chatting with the silly netizens about what was going on.