Chapter 1456
Beidou: No, the Yapools have a conspiracy!
On this side of the Showa era...
Beidou now feels that something is very wrong!
What is that bastard Yabo doing?
He stood on the Tucker team's lookout tower, a cup of now-cold coffee in his hand, his brow furrowed so deeply it could crush a super beast. The distant horizon was a hazy gray, much like his current mood.
“Nan,” Hokuto turned to look at Nan Xizi, who was organizing her equipment, “Don’t you think… it’s too quiet?”
Nan Yuko looked up, her silver hair fluttering gently in the morning breeze: "You mean the Yapool people?"
“Right!” Beidou slammed his coffee cup against the railing, making a crisp sound. “Now that it’s resurrected, it must be plotting something! According to its usual pattern, it should have already created three super beasts, sent five spies, and broadcast threatening statements on television by now!”
He became more and more agitated as he spoke, gesturing in the air as if trying to grab some unseen enemy.
"But why is it so quiet all this time? As quiet as if it were dead!"
Nan Yuko put down the equipment she was holding, walked over, and looked into the distance with him: "Perhaps... it's brewing some bigger plan?"
"A bigger plan?" Beidou sneered, his smile filled with murderous intent. "What kind of grand plan could the Yapools have? Their biggest plan is to create Super Beasts, die, revive, create more Super Beasts, and die again!"
He paused, then suddenly lowered his voice, his eyes sharpening.
"The Yapools are so quiet, they must be up to no good!!!"
Beidou felt he couldn't betray his good brother Cui Ming's trust, so he had to keep an eye on the Yapools!
"I'm going to check out the dimensional rift!" Beidou turned to walk towards the hangar. "Cui Ming entrusted this place to me before he left, I can't let him down!"
"Wait!" Nan Xizi grabbed his arm. "It's too dangerous for you to go alone!"
"What's there to be afraid of?" Beidou shook off her hand, a confident smile curving his lips. "I've learned a lot from Lao Cui! If one super beast comes, I'll take it on; if two come, I'll take them both on!"
"But……"
"No buts!" Beidou had already jumped into his fighter jet, the engine roaring. "I'll be right back! If the Yapools are really up to something big, I'll strike first!"
The fighter jet roared into the clouds and sped off toward the other dimension.
Meanwhile, on the Apollonians' side...
It can't cause any trouble!
That damned Abe-ra!!!
Yapool huddled in the ruins of the interdimensional palace, its body covered in wounds. Only one of its horns remained, and its single eye was swollen shut. Before it lay a pile of super-beast remains—the last bit of wealth it had painstakingly accumulated, which had been blasted to dust by a single dark ray from the Ambera alien.
My entire super beast army is gone!
Grandson! Such a damn grandson! Abela!!!
Yapool clutched a fragment of a Super Beast, crying like a child whose toy had been taken away, purple liquid gushing from its single eye.
"My super beasts... my super beast army... I've been saving them up for three months... three months..."
It cried and cursed, its voice as shrill as some ancient curse.
"Amberra, you bastard! What right do you have to bomb my super beast! What right do you have! That's mine! Mine!"
"You think you're worthy of being Storm One's nemesis?"
A spatial rift tore open with a "whoosh," and the Ambera alien poked half its body out, its scarlet eyes glaring at the Yapool alien with disdain. "I said, Cui Ming is mine! Whoever creates a Super Beast will die!"
"You...you're here again?!" Yapool shrank back in fright, its horns pressed against the wall. "I...I didn't create a Super Beast! I was just...I was just crying!"
"Crying?" Alien Ambera sneered, emerging fully from the crack, his enormous body casting a terrifying shadow in the dimensional palace. "Your crying is too loud, disturbing my fight with Cui Ming!"
"..."
The Yapo people were stunned.
Looking at the twisted, crazed, yet somehow morbidly proud face of the Ambera alien, it suddenly realized an even more absurd fact.
“Wait…” Yapool tremblingly raised a tentacle, “You…you fought with Choi in your dream…and you could…and you could hear me crying?”
"No!" Abera slammed his hand on the ground, shattering the last intact floorboard. "But I know! I have a telepathic connection with Cui Ming! Do you, a piece of trash, understand that?!"
"..."
Yapool fell silent. It looked at the Ambera alien, then at the remains of its own super beast scattered on the ground, and then touched its broken horn-like part. Suddenly, it felt that its life—no, its extradimensional life—was full of absurdity.
It wants to cause trouble.
It wants to create a super beast.
It wants to invade Earth.
It wants to be the nemesis of Storm One.
But it can't do that.
Because this even crazier in front of me won't allow it.
“Ambera…” Yabo’s voice suddenly became calm, as calm as a stagnant pool, “Have you ever considered… that Cui Ming has no idea what you’re thinking…”
"Bullshit!" Alien Abe stomped his foot on Yapool, making it tremble. "Of course Cui Ming knows! He fought me hand-to-hand in my dream! That was a communication of souls! A tacit understanding between sworn enemies! How could a piece of trash like you, hiding in another dimension creating monsters, possibly understand?!"
"..."
The Yabos fell silent again.
Looking at the face of the Ambera alien, which was immersed in some kind of morbid happiness, it suddenly felt that it had lost.
It wasn't that they lost to Cui Ming.
They lost to an even crazier madman.
A madman who doesn't even know that Storm One is going crazy.
“Alright…” Yapool slowly lay down, clutching the fragments of the Super Beast to his chest as if seeking his last solace. “You won…you were the true nemesis…I…I was just someone who created the Super Beast…”
Endure!
At this moment, the Yapool people had only one thought: to endure!
Just you wait! Abeira! You bastard!
"It's good to know!"
The alien Abela nodded in satisfaction, turned around and walked into the spatial rift, his back view as arrogant as a mafia boss who had just collected protection money.
The crack closed.
The Yapo man lay in the ruins, staring blankly at the collapsed ceiling, his single eye lifeless.
"Cui Ming..." it murmured, its voice trembling with tears, "Come and see... There's a madman here... even madder than me..."
"Just kill me already..."
"Or... killing it would also be an option..."
"As long as...as long as I'm allowed to be your nemesis just once..."
"Just once..."
Its wails echoed through the dimensional palace, but no one heard them.
Aside from the occasional Anbela alien who peeks out from the crack to check if it has secretly created any super beasts.
Meanwhile, on Earth, Beidou's fighter jets are weaving through the clouds, speeding towards the dimensional rift.
He had no idea that what he was about to witness was not a conspiracy by the Yapools.
It was more of an absurd farce between two madmen.
A cosmic-scale, utterly absurd conflict sparked by the fight for the title of "Storm One's Nemesis"—
Internal strife. (End of Chapter)