Create a new world.
A different world than the game world, but a different world that truly matches the real world.
Such great achievements are rarely achieved by even those beings called gods, but in the end such ambitions are just for the purpose of invading the world.
well.
Omo sighed, whether in annoyance or pity.
He relaxed on the sofa, tilted his head to look at the rain that was almost washing away the glass window, and thought of something belatedly.
For example, in the world of Ultraman, war, or aggression, is probably a common and eternal theme.
This is a very distant word for the residents who have lived in the Federation of Terra for a long time.
Since the establishment of the Star Alliance, the Star Calendar Era has begun.
Large-scale wars have become extinct.
Small-scale wars are occasionally launched, and it is unknown which small planet or planet belt in the universe.
Anyway, it won’t be within the scope of the solar system. After all, this is the territory of the Holy Terra Federation, the core civilization of the Covenant Alliance.
But war is an eternal proposition.
Even in the so-called peaceful years, it just changed its form.
It is often opened between cities and planets, starting from the fields of business, culture, economy and so on.
But even so, this term is still too far away from the citizens of Jiemen District.
Even the word 'invasion' is the same - it is difficult to squeeze into terms such as 'vegetable prices', 'tuition fees' and 'horse tickets'.
Even if Ormer has become a mercenary, his range of activities usually does not exceed one galaxy.
And the battlefield of this galaxy...
"In the past six hundred years so far, the authority of the Holy Federation of Terra, or the Heart of Terra, has been challenged 1,426 times."
"That sounds amazing."
"I don't see any surprise on your expression...ah, thank you."
The man who spoke was wearing a black dress, sitting opposite him, and with an extremely upright posture, he thanked the clerk for the coffee.
The clerk responded politely and walked away with the tray, as if he wasn't curious about the red sunny doll-like floating object behind him.
"Ah, this is such a nice place."
The man undoubtedly admired this professionalism very much, and he was full of praise after picking up the coffee and taking a sip.
"The coffee is also very good, so good, so good!"
“It makes me want to open a similar coffee shop!”
He kept praising in a Far East dialect, but he didn't care about the attention paid by the guests on other seats. He just looked around at the elegant decoration and fresh green plants in this small store, and finally looked at the similarly messed up shop that didn't care about the view, but just spread out. Young man sitting on a sofa looking at the ceiling.
The young man was wearing the same black slim-fitting suit and glasses, and there was a briefcase on the side of the sofa.
It even gave the meeting a somewhat commercial feel.
But his muddy sitting posture didn't look like a salesman.
At least he won't be a qualified salesman.
On the table between the two of them, although there was coffee, there was a card that looked like a children's toy in the middle, which made the person look unserious.
"In Orb's universe, your colleagues have already done similar things, and if the owner of this shop is present, this coffee shop may look different."
The young man sunk deep into the sofa said unhurriedly.
His eyes were still on the grid-like ceiling, as if there was something particularly attractive to him inside.
Such a place does not exist.
What he was looking at was a screen of light that was invisible to the other party.
On the screen were battlefield images shot from the first perspective of the data world.
In the image, monsters, Ultraman, and Servants are all present, and the missing Digimon... are taken over by the photographer who has his hands free to fire projectiles to deal with the blockers.
Compared with those special photography films that insist on restoring the original work and have limitations in shooting technology, this picture is more powerful.
Or more popcorn.
But since it’s all about popcorn, I have to complain that this gorgeous and magnificent picture is not really suitable for coffee.
It would be more appropriate to switch to soda.
But this shop is an orthodox coffee shop.
Although milk is provided, soda will not be provided.
There’s no mess of dish-style coffee either – which is a good thing.
"Change?" The man was a little curious.
"The owner of this store is also a busy person, and she is currently busy in a data world base somewhere, but you might as well guess whether she is willing to work overtime there."
"I see, it's really a bad idea, Mr. Linton."
"I don't accept this groundless accusation." The young man finally broke free from the softness of the sofa, sat up and took a sip of his coffee.
"Especially in this rainstorm, I should be at home drinking coffee and listening to a song sung by a child I admire very much."
"You look like a young father boasting about his children."
"That would be fast forwarding too much. I haven't considered signing an heir training agreement, and I haven't considered having a girlfriend as a companion."
"Do you have any other girlfriends?"
"No, none, I'm just used to using words that cut to the core," the young man said calmly, "And are we digressing too much?"
"Indeed," the man nodded gracefully, "So do you admit that you chose this place just to embarrass me?"
"This is still not the original topic, and you have committed aggression and still feel embarrassed by the hostility of the victim?" The young man pushed up his glasses in confusion.
"At least it's rare to encounter a shop that is satisfactory enough, but to make it so unpleasant..." The man was silent for a moment with regret, then regained his luster, "In this case, after I successfully invade, I will completely transform this shop. Just make it my thing."
"Not good." The young man sat up slightly, then bent slightly and raised his hand, turning over the middle card among the three cards on the table.
Looking at the huge eyeball-shaped creature image above, he shook his head feeling rather unlucky, and threw the eye Q card back on the table.
"The general trend of invasion will change many things. In the process, this coffee shop may lose its excellent employees, lose its original flavor, and even the entire shop may cease to exist."
After saying this, he sat upright again, leaning on the back of the chair again, looking down at him from a lower field of vision.
"I still suggest that you copy the same store, or it would be more practical to poach people directly."
These words somewhat shocked the other party: "I thought you and the shop owner were friends."
"It can be no, it can be, it doesn't matter, after all, you won't succeed."
Omer said, glancing at the fighter plane that suddenly broke into the screen.
It wasn't that the super agent finally arrived, but that Bellstarmon finally reached the city limits where he was active.
This base city is indeed very large, and there are no decent landmark buildings. It seems that there are copied and printed cities everywhere.
This fails to highlight the style of the characteristic building and is obviously intended to confuse the public.
In fact, when you want to delay and don't want intruders to discover important facilities, don't consider wonder buildings.
Especially when there is a bomb in the invader team.
The more unique the architectural shape, the more quickly it turns into ruins.
"That's hard to agree with, Mr. Linton."
"So, have any of the 1,426 attempts at war been successful?"
"It seems there isn't." The man raised his hand and gently pressed the white emblem with a skull pattern on the chest of the dress.
Then, light overflowed from it.
Forming characters that gradually become clearer.
That is the federal history of the other party's integration, or in other words, the history of being invaded.
There was not even one success, he just recorded it one by one.
Of course, if it succeeds, the Terra Federation's voice in the Star Alliance will also plummet.
"What about the near future?" Omer picked up the coffee and sipped it.
"Since the dividing line was set five hundred and twenty years ago, it has rarely happened once a year since then. In fact, one thousand two hundred times have happened within a hundred years since the founding of the Star Alliance." The man reported seriously.
The sense of business negotiation has risen again, especially since the two people's clothing styles are very similar, with some white embellishments underneath.
For young people, it is the silver moon mark on the tie on the chest.
Of course, this is not as functional as the other party's clothes.
"So you don't dare to invade directly, right? After crossing several worlds, the earth has finally become a tougher bone than the Kingdom of Light. Do you feel weird?" The young man asked with a smile.
In science fiction works where aliens usually exist, the earth is the weak side. After all, there are countless planets in the vast universe, and everyone usually adheres to the dogma of "there is a sky beyond the sky".
This is even more true for the earth in Aopeng.
Although there will always be some evil scientific research team members in the defense force, they will create some even more evil equipment to bring some small shock to the earth to the people of the universe.
But this does not prevent the earth from always being a little brother who needs more care from the big brother of the Kingdom of Light.
It once became the preferred target of invading space aliens, with invaders visiting every now and then.
Therefore, among the travelers who have arrived in this world, these guys are the ones who feel the most uncomfortable.
"Indeed, invasion itself has become a more challenging task for this planet today."
The senior invader, Commander Black, whose status is higher than that of the Magma people, must also admit this fact.
But then he changed the topic: "We have thought of the most feasible plan,"
"Internet?"
"Exactly so, so we formally extend an invitation to you as an advisor."
He leaned forward slightly, raised his hand, and pushed the three cards on the table toward Omo.
"You are a mercenary, aren't you? This is a deposit."
"Although I'm very touched that someone finally remembered my job, maybe you don't know enough about office mercenaries." Omer said, glancing at the counter of the coffee shop.
Similarly, Commander Black also glanced in that direction, then withdrew his hand and picked up the cane handed to him by the red tentacles on the side.
He stood up.
"In that case, I'm going to check out first, and then I'll think about the differences between the mercenaries in the office later. Say goodbye!"
As he spoke, he walked towards the waiter at the door with his cane, while Omo didn't look back, staring at the three monster cards on the table that were not taken away.
Although the other two cards were covered with card backs, like trap cards, they didn't even have the restless leakage of mental energy like ordinary monster cards.
But as long as you use your senses a little bit, you can detect some fiery ferocity and solid composure.
It smells artificial and ancient.
Although he was a little curious, he reached out to pick up the still warm coffee and looked out the window at the dark rainstorm.
There were no stars or moon to be seen on the rainy night. There was only the sound of pouring rain, but it was not annoying at all.
Because the rain will always stop.
As a respite from the sunny weather, Homais appreciated the coolness it brought and the isolation from all sounds.
Unlike the scorching sun, which is also an extreme weather condition, the feeling it brings to him is usually discomfort.
"Are you going to promise him?"
The man sitting across from him was as blazing as the scorching sun under the demon's sight.
Let Omer fully understand the feeling of the ghosts and snake gods on the Diga set looking at Dagu.
Just like Tiga's world is different from that of Dazhongao, this man cannot be classified in that universe. After all, he is trying to bring order to the M87, in that star of light that does not exist in the form of a country. .
He stared at Homais with no emotion in his eyes.
Different from bourbon, but a truly out-of-the-box sense of alienation.
Always.
(End of chapter)
