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Chapter 1546 No. 163: I held back and didn’t hit 6
Maybe I can feel a little more relaxed after today... Omar thought so as he walked in the long corridor.

Because he saw that behind the glass wall on the side of him, in addition to other corridors and oversized fans, huge petri dishes soaked in organic matter would come into view from time to time.

There are not many opportunities to go directly to the heart of the enemy's headquarters. This is good news that can boost his spirits for him, who is feeling a little tired after being caught up in the whirlpool of personal relationships today.

Well, in succession.

The first good news that lifted people's spirits was actually Bai Ren's frank confession of his own shortcomings.

Not to defeat the darkness, but to blend into it without degenerating or retreating.

It was an excellent pursuit, and one that made him happy to help.

It’s a pity that he was a little pressed for time.

The removal of the nose patch after being guided by words and implanted into the mind by the power of Dark Lukiel would probably only work for a short period of time.

After that, Miss Chen Guang will be asked to pick people up with the nose patch.

It's good to adapt little by little... Thinking of this, he glanced at the culture tank passing by.

Of course, before the columnar grooves came into view, the light emitted by the fluorescent liquid would first be imprinted on the surface of his black helmet.

To Lord Liming, the helmet is very important.

It's not because it's an equipment with extraordinary capabilities, but because the I-shaped helmet has long been a carrier of his image.

Any subordinate who has undergone surgery and can carry his will at any time can use the helmet to demonstrate Lord Dawn's authority.

Because Lord Liming's spirit will attach itself to the subordinate who wears the helmet.

This could easily create an illusion, an illusion that 'Lord Dawn's spirit is in the helmet, and whoever wears it will be controlled', as if it were an illusion of a cursed tool.

But in reality, the helmet is just a functional equipment.

It can reflect light attacks and release counterattack beams to lock onto targets. Apart from that, it is just strong and has no special functions for precision control. It's just that every follower of Lord Dawn, known as the Praying Hand, has undergone a specific operation so that they can accept Lord Dawn's will anytime and anywhere.

The helmet is just a symbol pointing out the identity of Lord Dawn. It is precisely this symbolic meaning that allows Omar to save trouble and not put on the cosplay armor, and just wear a helmet.

Of course, a coat that covers enough surface to not only cover the skin but also cover other clothing details is also necessary.

When it comes to disguise, inappropriate clothing can often be a flaw.

An inappropriate outfit is enough to arouse the suspicion of sensitive people. A unique clothing collision is even more like stepping on the opponent's minefield. What is so unique about that unique clothing collision? It is unique in that you are wearing the same clothes as Omer Linton.

This would certainly arouse suspicion. The possibility was not high, but it was not far off either. After all, although he did not want to admit it, he was indeed at the forefront of the new generation of trainers.

At this point, he has become a celebrity that his peers in the circle can hardly ignore even if they hate him.

Of course, this is a pure debuff to infiltration work, especially in such a big world, there will always be people who will think about the outfits of public figures, and they don’t care whether the other party is good at image engineering. The development of the Internet has also reduced the cost of these idle people sharing the results.

This is very interesting.

But it's still not a reason for him to give up.

Although he could have replaced someone else, let Holhaiya, who was also an expert in this field, do it, or even ask the Carrot Man organization under Tressen to send support.

But he still chose to do it himself.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust those people’s abilities, but there’s no need to, because he has already found a solution to the above problem.

The solution lies in the puppet technique he has been thinking about recently.

He has been reviewing the professional knowledge of puppetry in recent days. Since he already has a solid foundation in energy control, he has been able to learn by analogy and his learning speed is extraordinary. Even the suffix of the files he reads has gradually changed from "Introduction" to "Advanced". He is already planning to buy a refined online course in a few days - he has almost reached the limit of relying solely on e-book teaching materials.

To go further, you have to find a school of interest, become a member, buy online courses under the name of an honorary student, and conduct fake one-on-one teaching.

The fake thing is not only the online platform, but also the puppeteer is 99% a puppet, so don't expect him to come in person. But these are all things for the future.

The demons nowadays do not need puppets to fight, so naturally they do not need technical works with such a high degree of completion.

He only needs to construct a humanoid terminal that can be operated - like the so-called praying hand, and then put a 'helmet' on it, which is enough to disrupt the outside world's vision and create an alibi.

But when doubts arise, even an alibi cannot prevent some people from being paranoid, so he will not miss out on the details that should be paid attention to, including silencing the terminal.

Silently, connected to the helmet system, Witchmon stared at the network environment, ready to cut off from the digital field at any time - he was like Iron Man, looking at the screen inside the helmet, and also looking at the corridor behind the screen, quietly all the way.

Only the occasional exclamation is reserved for the experimental subjects along the way.

Although many of them are only presented in incomplete forms such as limbs and tissues, the management consoles in front of the culture columns are also marked with their codes, signatures, and the physiological values ​​being monitored.

To be honest, the quantity is not as much as Luzas's accumulation.

And the purity is seriously insufficient.

Many of the test subjects are more like...

"Oh, there are more alien beasts here than I imagined," he turned around and asked a technician who was adjusting the values ​​of the culture tank, "Are these also commodities?"

Although most of the monsters in the Okuten come from the universe, many of them can be classified as alien beasts, but they are all big and tough enough.

Big enough to fight Ultraman in hand-to-hand combat, strong enough to withstand countless direct attacks from the opponent, and entering the ranks of monsters with their sheer size and numbers - such that their existence itself is a moving disaster, enough to make the term "Kaiju" with a unique meaning replace their original name and make them known to the inhabitants of the earth.

But what Omar saw here were mostly alien beasts.

It is not some meat slices or internal organs, but a complete shape, but its body shape is similar to most ordinary large wild beasts on Earth. It's just that the shape is somewhat strange and alien, and it doesn't look like a species that grew up on Earth at first glance.

Although this may not mean anything, because many giant beasts also have incredibly small initial larval stages.

But unfortunately, Omer knew most of them, from web pages and physical magazines with alien content.

Although they are indeed ferocious beasts, and some even have extremely dangerous and troublesome abilities, they are certainly not at the level to be classified as monsters.

Putting them together with some real monster organizations and larvae, it seems a bit of a rip-off. Why? Is the Light Chaser Club trying to fool me, a "person from another world who may not know much about monsters"?
Or could it be that this group of people come from all regions of the federation, and all have almost the same insistence on face-saving projects?

“These are not commodities.”

He looked at Omar with some doubt. This sleepy operator, who probably didn't have much time to read comics, anime or movies and whose vegetation above his head was already extremely sparse, was not scared at all when he saw that his team leader was not there and that he only had an identity card that looked unfamiliar and a guy in inexplicable attire. He identified him as a junior at a glance and could be sent away with just some excuse.

"It's a weapon that the cult asked us to look after. It's a boring thing and not worth being curious about. If you have time to pay attention to this, you might as well go watch Uma Musume."

"Oh? Can we still watch horse racing girls here?"

"What are you thinking? This isn't Tresen." The operator was so angry that he laughed and cheered up. "I want you to go to the public opinion layer. There's no point staying in a hellish place like the training layer where there aren't even a few people."

But the authority you have here is also the most difficult to obtain.

Is it obvious that he is managing the most important work but has no enthusiasm for work? Omer glanced at the sparse figures that were not blocked by the numerous glass warehouses, and thought that he should visit other operators, but... Can the public opinion layer directly watch the horse girl game or Tresen? He thought, this name sounds like the place where the Light Chaser Club is based...

"By the way, are there any horse girls here? Not the kind that are participating in the competition."

"Can't new recruits nowadays even read the full member list?" The operator looked at him speechlessly, and at the position on his ID card. "Honorary researcher, right? Can't you researchers pay a little attention to your relationships?"

This doesn't sound like someone who is still sleepy, but more like someone who is drunk, which is enough to prove that his job is a stable one.

"So there is?" asked Omer.

"You didn't hear it at all, didn't you? Never mind, I'll be kind enough to remind you that the directors of the public opinion department are all horse girls. Be careful or you'll be kicked out on your first day."

“…Oh, thanks for the reminder.”