Chapter 1023: NO.146: Everyone Has Their Own Karmic Retribution

NO. 146: Everyone Has Their Own Karmic Retribution

At certain specific times, people will turn around and pursue things they once despised.

Just like this boy right now.

He is troubled that the strong light that always accompanied that former state is gone, and that has caused a series of problems from yesterday afternoon to this morning.

Exactly!

If I were still a flashbang, I could definitely avoid this series of developments!

—He firmly believes this, and meanwhile sketches the next pop-up window's settings for the light screen.

He strives for it to pop up the first time the terminal is activated tomorrow morning.

As for the content……

【Beware of women!】

Perhaps some details should be added, but given the premise of shared memory, tomorrow's self will probably gravitate toward the 'present,' so I won't elaborate further.

Let him judge for himself; anyway, that woman was also captured by himself in that state.

Or perhaps he was the one captured……

But that doesn't matter either.

The boy clearly knows he doesn't need to worry about that kind of problem.

He has already stopped a crime by struggling, and incidentally sent the would-be offender to school.

That is enough; what follows is his usual life.

Aomo Lindun's boyhood was mostly spent acquiring knowledge and learning life skills; genuine leisure time spent interacting with people was actually a minority.

Moreover, most of that interaction occurred online, rather than in real-life face-to-face.

So as long as he is in a place like a school or training class, he can quickly relax, approach life with his strongest suit, and then wait until the next day—his way of thinking will naturally shift.

—He had thought so, but this academy is not so conducive to relaxation.

Because this is the Zhongyang Tellesen Xueyuan.

It is worth mentioning that, at Penguin Logistics, Aomo, who likewise fell into his boyhood due to the potion, once became entangled because of visits from several famous horse girls, nearly losing his composure.

At that time, he was still a victim of the first version of the potion.

Although there are often some age-appropriate thoughts mixed in, overall it is still the youthful Aomo who dominates.

It is a state of listlessness, occasionally zoning out.

But now his condition is a step worse.

It's as if he were replaced by another person, yet everyone's memories are shared, and even the essence is the same, so there is no feeling of 'I'll die tomorrow'.

Yet between boyhood, childhood, and youth, they are indeed distinguished this way; merely, when the boy looks at his own youth, he feels a few degrees of reassuring longing.

Though his life is as busy as that, he has already made peace with himself and no longer unconsciously wears himself down as he used to.

This feeling of being split into two people is rather wonderful.

The boy believes his yesterday's self thought the same, but according to childhood notions, he would likely equally despise himself and his youth.

After all, little Aomo is at the stage of practicing utmost rationality, which can be called the embodiment prototype of the observer.

Such a him is even purer than the observer; his inner demon ZERO is still forming, he hasn't grasped the larger world, and he still finds joy purely in observation and learning, never having faced future entanglements and worries.

Even if he possessed all memories, he would only stand from that supreme height and gaze indifferently at the boy and youth—your actions and choices still have room for optimization; you need not throw yourself onto the stage at all.

Clearly he initially chose observation, but cannot fully carry it through.

—He will adopt a tone like picking bones out of an egg, which is indeed factual, despising his future two states' abandonment.

Yet he also resigns himself to fate.

Knowing he is not an independent entity but a temporary state relying on the accidental appearance of youthful Aomo Lindun, child Aomo not only will not do extra things, but will even intentionally imitate and learn how his future self handles affairs, in order to reduce trouble, for the sake of his future self.

Though said to be so, it still adds a great deal of trouble……

The boy glanced at the part of the terminal message pop-up belonging to Penguin Logistics.

Several @ reminders haven't disappeared, let alone now, when I probably still have to face Miss Vega……

This is also quite a nostalgic old friend, but when standing upon existing memories, the excitement of meeting an online friend in person is also lost.

Fortunately, being in the Tellesen territory is enough to excite him; familiar sights along the way make him stop frequently, and his heart goes waku waku.

Hah—! A good day should start with the homebody watching countless pushed-through long roads.

「……」

Surprised that someone was eavesdropping on his inner voice, the boy instantly turned his gaze toward the speaking 'bush', and the moment his eyes met those light-blue ones.

The bush spoke.

"Ah……"

Although it was merely an indistinct utterance, it still made the boy silently withdraw his gaze, keep a blank expression, and step forward again.

"……?! Huh? Wait, wait a moment! Digital Carbon is definitely not a suspicious person! Please don't tell Miss Junchuan!"

Grabbing the metal bar at the rear end of the car, the pink-haired horse girl with a big bow on her head sounded so flustered.

But underneath, she fully displayed the athletic talent of a racing horse girl in her adolescence.

Aomo couldn't budge this car at all.

"I didn't see anything."

"No way! You clearly have the eyes that will snitch on me! I can tell!"

"That's your illusion."

"Impossible! The Honored Domain is warning me I must stop you!! No, who are you?!"

The girl belatedly realized, in a Zhongyang Tellesen Xueyuan that is undoubtedly a girls' school, how could there appear a boy who looks about her age?

Rather, given the ailishuma information network, whether famous or not, any trainer at Zhongyang Tellesen who has dealt with a racing horse girl will inevitably look into the trainer out of affection, and this person before me……

She furrowed her brows, staring at the other's somewhat familiar appearance, staring at the trainee badge on the other's chest, not yet thinking where her roommate's responsibility had gone, when she heard a call that almost made her ascend to heaven.

Brother?

This is a genuine machinist who showed up out of the blue at some point.

Even a hesitant "Ohni-chan" could make this ailishuma—who pushes the sparkling horse girls, finds every day happy, and thinks being a homebody is great—feel as if she'd been punched.

"Gu-na!" she arched her back.

At this point, if it were anyone else, the boy would hardly be able to get away.

But that was ailishuma's teacher.

As Umastar teacher, an online acquaintance, he immediately tried to seize this best chance to push the cart and make a run for it.

Brother!

Given that it was already certain, this second call carried a hint of reproach; merely a gray‑haired middle‑school girl, with her seemingly delicate hands resting on the motorbike's fierce front, forcibly stopped the boy's attempt to flee again.

"Aren't you concerned about the digital senior?"

"Senior senior senior senior senior!" The girl covering her nose, without anyone helping her, pushed herself up: "That machinist adult, who only in middle school already has astonishing popularity, actually knows me!!"

"Eh? The digital senior is still quite famous, especially your collaboration journal with Umastar teacher at the 09 Comic Market, which even trended on Umastagram back then!"

"Oh oh oh… wait, wait a moment," the girl who looked about to burst into flames hastily raised a hand to cover her face, then quickly extended another hand in a stopping gesture: "Actually, it's Teacher Xing's brilliant script; wait, wait— I, my circle name has been exposed?!"

This flustered outcry inevitably drew everyone's attention around.

It also made the boy, who was silently doing earth‑stone meditation, trying to turn himself into a presence‑less stone.

He couldn't help but lift his hand to push his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You only finally realized what this is……