Keliff: [You think your adoptive father thought so?] Think you're going to make friends or something? ]

Snake: [Yes, think too much, it's not impossible to be friends with smart machines, not to mention netizens like Keliff.] ]

Familiar monster showcases, familiar demons and mechanical wind demons.

One sat on a gaming chair fiddling with the terminal, flipping through the pages related to the City of Heavenly Gate, and the other leather-covered arm peeked out from under the wide cloak, fiddling with the mold in front of him with his sharp mechanical claw fingers.

This scene is quite a bit of a life that deviates from the terrifying shape.

The frequent emergence of dialogue bubbles also adds an absurd caricature feel.

[It sounds like you don't plan to meet me at all~] Keliff dragged out the end of his words, and even the words in the dialogue bubble had a playful tilde, but he didn't ignore the gray clay sculpture in his hand.

It was clearly an overly sharp fingertip, but it drew fine lines on the clay that was still just a lump of mud.

[It's just a general reference to netizens, does Keliff want to meet me?] The demon slid the progress bar on the light screen, staring at the oddly angled photos of the previous page.

Those photos are all taken of the Gate of Heaven, and there are spatial cracks visible to the naked eye around the huge Star Gate, and the gaps are not pitch black but a complete corner of the landscape.

Even through the other GIFs, you can see that the image in the crack is actually changing rapidly, and only the photography with enough precision and fast capture can precipitate the normal picture of that moment.

[I don't want to, wouldn't it be terrible if I saw a real snake and found something different from what it came into contact with?] ]

Fingers pressed together to wipe over the clay, which already had some recognizable outline, and Keliff bowed slightly, his large, hideous visor showing great concentration.

[yes, there are concerns on both sides, so don't make fun of me.] ]

In fact, if you look at the news in the Jiemen District, you may be able to see yourself interviewed by the college entrance examination, but Omer didn't mention it.

The demon just glanced at the model he had shaped, and then raised his finger and slid it across the light screen, revealing the newly retrieved name of the building in the blood-colored vertical pupils under the eyeholes of the exoskeleton's face.

[No, I don't think Snake really cares what I do, does I?] And the little snake probably guessed what I would be like, didn't it? ]

Keliff still didn't lift his head, and the damp clay beneath his hands was already forming a bulging outline.

[If you have such a habit, you will subconsciously piece together a model of a person, from life habits to engaging in a career to an inner possible activity.] ]

[Guessing through the holster just based on the tone, there is not even a fifty percent success rate, I am not willing to bet]

Merging the marked web page into the collection, the demon began to search for new place names, this time in the form of a landmark: Tsuburaya Hall 8, with many Ultraman sculptures erected on the web page.

[Is that what reassuring me, little snake]

[Just telling the facts, saying that you are pinching... King Red? ]

Keliff was still focused, but the demon had already turned to look at the clay beneath Ta's hand, the colorless embryo had a clear enough outline, and the thick neck like a colorless corn cob was undoubtedly the classic skeletal monster.

Although it is always regarded as a corn monster......

[yes, I found out yesterday that there was a shortage of it in this gallery]

Keliff seemed to be very ingenious, and as he progressed, he became more and more careful with his fingers, and he never looked up when answering.

But thanks to the fact that the kiss is just a closed helmet side by side on the screen, no matter how you speak, there is no problem of blowing air into the clay.

[Upload an image to make the data calculus model place, right?] ]

[That's not interesting, the monster has to be born from the hands little by little to be the real creator, and it's rare to be able to use those troublesome gadgets here, and fabricate it more freely - little snake, your attitude is a dereliction of duty for the creator!] ]

I'm not a creator, how did this topic change? Saving tools is the reason why you're interested, right?

There was already a response in his heart, but on the surface, he was a silent demon, and he just asked: [Dare to ask if there is any literary creation]

[There is no little snake you like to read Anke novels, oh, I don't like that kind of creation that is too random]

[Meaning there are novels other than Anko?] ]

[No, I once sent a script plan to the Tokusatsu Association, but it was beaten down, saying that the proportion of monsters was too large] Keliff touched the last details, and recounted the initial failure in a brisk tone.

[It can't be that there are too many bad servants, right?] ]

[That's a monster, isn't it strange?] ]

[Wouldn't it be nice to let monsters replace heroes, monsters can also be heroes]

As soon as the demon finished saying this, he saw Keliff's hand pause, and his entire visor turned, the scarlet V-shaped lenses facing him, and then a pair of eyes seemed to examine him carefully.

[Uh, did I say something wrong?] ]

Haruka thought that the last time he was scrutinized like this was the first time he saw it in the chat room, and the other party looked at his demon shape.

Then the other party was not interested, probably because he felt that the alien elements of the demon shape were a little weak.

[Little Snake, are you serious?] ]

With his arms retracted from under his cloak, Keliff was actually better than the demon in height, his glowing eyes behind blood-colored lenses looking down on him condescendingly.

Instead, he saw the demon who was looking at the other party very seriously, savored what he had just said, and was convinced again:

[Seriously]

[THEN I HOPE YOU CAN HOLD ON," SAID KELIFF AND REACHED OUT AGAIN TOWARDS THE FINISHED MODEL, [INSTANCE DOMINATION]

The moment the words of the instance's control are spoken, the colorless model is painted in a plain earthy yellow.

[Colorful, huh?] The demon crossed his arms and looked at the model.

[King Red should be a little more earthy]

[The seventh and eighth generations are this color!] And there is also the all-red of the 12th generation EX! Keliff cocked up his fingers and said firmly.

[If you want to say red, the seventh episode of Dekai is too] [Yes, yes, Dekai Episode 7 is also... What is Dekai? ]

Keliff, who had entered a state of enthusiasm for monster discussions, suddenly cooled down when he heard an unfamiliar topic.

[I have a friend who travels through and sends me an internal magazine, which has a lot of special effects from another world, and it has never been circulated]

Like Orb, Zeta, Dekai or something, the original work is not alive, maybe because those travelers themselves haven't finished reading it, or maybe it's something else... Omer didn't dwell on it either.

The demon just spoke, looking down at the model made by the other party, and then seriously suggested:

[Are you thinking about opening a handmade model shop?] ]

[I don't plan to.] With a swipe of his hand, the essentially virtual room responded to the operation of the owner's permission, and King Red's model flew out of thin air into the corner of the model booth as if wrapped in telekinesis, and closed the glass lid.

[But you, going to see the monsters at Tsuburaya?] ]

The web page on the side of the demon is still the same, and there is no 'only visible to you' to prevent prying eyes, but Keliff can see it at a glance.

[Any suggestions?] If the demon believed that it was Keliff, a monster idiot, this kind of pilgrimage must have been there early.

[Recently, there is an urban legend that it is a display case near the corridor, and the monster model comes to life.] ]

This strange answer made the demon stunned, and he said:

[Then I'll confirm the authenticity for you at that time]

[Then you have to work the exam, but you can't always come here to be lazy, shouldn't you be brushing up on the questions?] ]

[This goes, this goes]

The demon, feigning a tired posture, stepped into the circle of exit.