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Chapter 1561 No. 178: Thread . Walking Alone on Campus
Kaiju.

With its huge size and ferocious appearance, it is born to leap out of the conventional ecological system and become a natural disaster that can easily destroy the food chain.

The terrifying destructive power is often only the basis of their ability. They can even have the ability to move mountains and fill the sea, devour the foundations of planets, and even cause disasters to entire galaxies and catastrophes to the universe.

Such power, such danger... and yet that man was using it to train a group of women runners?

The King of Beasts, who was quite dissatisfied with this, looked into the distance.

He is still in Trasen.

Although he had already walked out of Omer Linton's sight long before, the certain dissatisfaction lingering in his heart, combined with the truly leisurely situation, created this extremely strange scene at the moment.

A pitch-black-armored Ren who looked very wrong was strolling under the cherry blossom path, crossing paths with or walking with countless young girls and formal trainers.

Of course, there is no intersection.

Even though every step He took was accompanied by the sound of metal clanking, it was still beyond the reach of the keen hearing that the horse racing ladies were proud of.

Because of this, He can walk on the trail without being disturbed, and sweep across the campus between the school bells with His sharp light without fluctuations.

To be honest, it's quite fresh.

After all, He couldn't remember how many years it had been since He last walked in a similar scene.

The concept of reaching the extreme of life and becoming a monster, the process of achieving the latter alone is enough to fill His brain with a huge amount of information, easily washing away the original memory. Even if He can rely on amazing perseverance to keep Himself from being crushed, He still cannot avoid the result of being squeezed into a small corner.

This makes His memory of Omer Linton extremely distant and alienated, and also makes the time scale in the eyes of ordinary people not applicable to the physical perception of the King of Beasts.

In the universe where He was born, official records show that He was only the King of Beasts, who had been active for only thirty years or so since records began.

But only He Himself knows how many years have passed.

So when He was stripped of His name of Omer Linton at the level of cosmic laws, and even the source energy spells based on His real name could only be linked to Him through the title of 'King of Beasts'... He didn't care at all.

He accepted this reality calmly, just as He often emphasized His own differences to Omer Linton in this universe.

Whether from the perspective of constructing the source energy ritual or from the perspective of human resource awareness in plan construction, He believes that this emphasis on difference is necessary and can avoid many low-level mistakes that are not realized until the last minute.

But the other party always seemed to take it seriously in spirit but was perfunctory in appearance, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

As difficult as it was to hold back, the King of Beasts knew very well that the other party was deliberately doing this out of a sense of bad taste, so his dissatisfaction was not here, but at the choice that was clearly not a joke.

In the universe where he originally lived, people killed all monsters and strictly prohibited the existence and circulation of all related things - but they often could not control the dark side of society behind the scenes.

There, there are many people who desire and even worship monster images.

If there are more people like this, they will gather into an organization.

Once an organization is established, desires will have room to expand, and people will have the courage to take risks and challenge the law.

For a long time, the King of Beasts had direct, but more often indirect contact with those people.

He does not need worshippers, but is willing to contact collaborators and traders to bring Him some knowledge and creations of human society.

Although most of them are prepared for the monsters under protection, the followers and teams that follow him, he still has the desire to observe and see everything that needs to be related to monsters.

Over the past decade or so, he believed that he had seen too much glory and filth, vulgarity and weirdness, and had a fairly complete collection of options for how everyone would use the power of monsters.

but--

Used to train horse girls?
Even if He really has a few horse racing girls followers around Him, they are all extremists who have long left the racing field and chosen this path of no return.

I wonder what insights they would come up with after hearing Omer Linton's thoughts, such as Bai Ren.

He once had an urgent urge to send a message back to the ship and let Bai Ren hear it, but that was just a momentary impulse - if the guys on the ship really let him lock on to his target, then he would probably not be able to live a peaceful life for the next ten days of leisure.

He doesn't like noise, even when he's still observing. The lively horse girls slipped out of the teaching building during the break. Some continued to linger on the cherry blossom forest road that had been there for several weeks, while others ran straight to the playground and the training ground. Even those who ran wildly were often more than one person. The way they chatted while running made the King of Beasts wonder if the horse girls were a species that was not afraid of getting a stitch in the side.

He had never asked those ladies in the past, and now He had no one to communicate with.

Fortunately, He had long ago gotten used to the patience of observing alone and leaving problems for His future self to solve, but He could not avoid a deviation in His pace.

He was gradually leaving the busy main road, and began to feel that such observation was meaningless.

A momentary observation can only reveal the surface of things, while the inner thoughts often require time and reasoning.

I don't have the time.

He had been to the racing fields of those horse girls, and had also watched them train and run.

Apart from feeling a sense of nostalgia that it had been a long time since I last saw such greenery on campus, I had no other feelings.

Perhaps he had not seen enough to grasp the essence of what Omer Linton favored. But even if he was willing to believe that guy was not blind and stupid, he was sure that he could not expect to see the scenery in his eyes in the short term.

Then let's just do as we did in the past and seek common ground while reserving differences, He thought.

He had seen too many vulgar and foolish dreams in the past, and people who had brought themselves to ruin for those goals.

He never had any feelings for guys like that.

He neither liked it nor was he angry. After all, this was how people were. He had seen too much in the vast sea of ​​information.

Only because Omer Linton had a deep connection with his past, he had a slightly different perspective, and even felt a little unhappy because of the other party's choice.

There are thousands of ways to utilize the power of the monster, but why do you choose to use it to train a group of running athletes?
Compared with what he had seen in the past, this was indeed groundbreaking - it was the first time that the King of Beasts had heard of such usage, but with a little thought he could understand that it was because the monsters in his hometown were being hunted down by everyone.

Even if the trainer wants to take illegal routes for training, he will not choose such a wild way.

As for this world, this Omer Linton...

The King of Beasts should not have cared whether he was simply making good use of the cards in his hand or there was something wrong with his brain, because he had seen so many Omer Lintons, and had seen the different paths and deeds of that group of guys. He had never been angry with the wild Omer.

But it was probably because he was blackmailing me for this kind of thing, or maybe it was because this guy's Morrison was still alive, but he didn't follow the path in his memory, but became a trainer and mercenary leader...

Is it venting anger on others?

He paused as he subconsciously analyzed himself, not quite sure.

But suddenly he didn’t want to leave anymore. He wanted to leave here. There was no point in wasting time here. Just as he used his sharp fingers to make a narrow gap and was about to take a step, he suddenly heard a shout that broke the silence:

“Let me continue! I can definitely open up this path!!!”

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What's the fuss?
Subconsciously focusing on the king of beasts in front of me, I realized that I had unknowingly walked along the forest path to the edge of the back mountain.

There are no flat roads here anymore, only some mountain paths with unclear outlines and three layers of energy barriers that seem to distort light and rewrite will.

And the movement He heard was there.

Although the voice sounded a little too strong, it still had a slightly feminine tone.

Is that also a horse racing girl?
Just as this doubt emerged in his mind, the red light under his eyes brightened because of the next sentence!
“Stop! We still have plenty of time! Don’t get so excited just because your junior is here!”

This sound...

Even if it is disguised as a human voice, the spectrum belonging to the Family of Light is an identification that He will not mistake no matter how mixed it is.

This logo is...

Ultraman Zero?!