Chapter 1100

NO．5：Aomo：I want to go back to writing my draft.

When Aomo and Ling returned to the living room, it was obvious that they had already taken care of Shu, who was cleaning the kitchen, and naturally they also greeted Shu's older sister to go back together.

Also leaving were four horse‑girl students who had not yet been let off and still had to observe curfew.

And also a certain person who has a synchronized split personality yet also bears a heavy responsibility, the Deep Sea Hunter.

"She asked me to ask you, are you really not considering joining the Faction? She can guarantee that your cells basically remain the original version, and can also let you enjoy part of the initial permission."

"It's really quite something that you could help her ask such a question."

Looking subtly at the expressionless Sikadi saying this, Aomo very much doubted that if he really agreed, the other would first draw the large sword at their side.

Whether it's her, Ling, or Shu and Qieliena, these Rhodes Island staff always carry weapons wherever they go; the only difference is whether people can see them.

However, Aomo, who turns weapons into illusions and processes them into bracelets, and even makes power into card form, really has no right to say that about them.

"We have reached some agreements to make things a little easier for each other."

"Could you conveniently reveal what the contents are?"

"Regarding the positions of Ageer and the Faction, it also includes the attitude toward the Deep Sea Hunter."

Sikadi spoke very bluntly, and equally concisely—so concise that if someone else said it, one would mostly not understand what was being said, reminding him of when he had gathered information on the Rhodes Island company forum and had seen occasional complaints about Sikadi's way of speaking.

Like being unable to communicate, not listening to people, and then speaking too directly, making conversation impossible, and so on.

Most of the time, those contents were followed by explanations from those acquainted with Sikadi, intended to show she had no ill will, and so when such topics resurfaced, it had already been several years.

——At that time, it was probably that Rhodes Island had recruited a batch of newcomers.

Thus, one can only say that some people's riddling is intentional, some people's riddling is out of habit, and some people's riddling……

Simply put, they just aren't good at speaking.

The stance of Ageer and the Faction means that after returning to Terra, while packing up the large group to take away, they must also handle relations with the Ageer people, and also because most Deep Sea Hunters harbor an irreconcilable hatred toward the Faction.

Admittedly, this hatred is merely one‑way.

But even if it is one‑way, letting it run its course could just as easily lead to a major mistake.

So regarding the attitude toward the Deep Sea Hunter, discussion between the two is also needed.

These also count as details not covered in the agreement between Aomo and Yishamala, because after all, Aomo originally only wanted to dispel Yishamala's mental hidden trouble, and also to make a contribution to public safety.

Even if the other party intentionally came to this world, the Heart of Terra showed an accepting attitude, which suddenly brought his office a surprisingly highly rated commission, and that commission was merely to guarantee that the Faction's large group could relocate as a tribe smoothly and legally.

What Ageer, what Deep Sea Hunter, what Terra conflict—these pre‑moving problems are naturally for the client to handle, not within the office's scope of handling.

——Aomo also didn't want to deal with it, because it's too complicated and too troublesome.

That would require understanding the alien world's factions, races, and national situation before one could tackle it—in other words, a massive overtime project—Aomo Mr. himself believes his ability is limited, so he can only help you broaden your thinking and make some tactical suppositions.

As for how to actually implement it, that's up to you—don't count on me.

What is also reassuring is that Sikadi and Yishamala also didn't drag things out much.

Even though the two personalities sharing one body may have one that is merely a projection, their communication is always efficient.

Being able to bypass human language, which is inherently hit‑or‑miss in expression, and reach the true self and inner heart, even saving time.

The thought speed that doesn't need to choose words and construct sentences is very fast—so fast that Aomo doesn't even know when those two's so‑called agreement was established; just hearing her say this now, he then reached out and tapped her own collarbone.

"And also…… before she and I separate, every action made with this body must take into account both parties' tolerance."

"Of course." Aomo nodded.

This state of being like a twin‑souled entity, and having been in opposition for a long time, regardless of stance or relationship, they are still not exactly harmonious, so naturally they also need to establish three articles of conduct.

Aomo even guessed that Yishamala would occasionally put forward a request to come out and get some fresh air.

Admittedly, normally speaking, Sikadi would definitely not readily agree.

But in the end, the fact that Sikadi can maintain a balance with Yishamala is itself already quite abnormal.

Just like now, she can even ask this question on behalf of the other party—this is already something the former Sikadi could not do.

Perhaps her heart has already changed, or perhaps she has been promised certain conditions; her attitude is now no longer as resolute as before.

And now, she is even using facts to verify Aomo's guess:

"Hmm, you need to get ready."

"Huh?"

"My shark is coming soon, so she wants to come out now to get some fresh air."

"Why now……"

He hadn't finished speaking when he saw the other's eyes suddenly shift from cautious to delighted, and then a sudden gust of wind struck, making him, before he could finish his sentence, instinctively try to retreat.

Yet he was still ruthlessly intercepted by the speed of the opponent's reckless charge due to that hasty judgment.

「Mm。」

In that instant, he let out a faint groan of pain.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether this was the physical prowess of a deep-sea hunter or that of a body just born and initially awakened and transformed, but he indeed felt as if he had been head-on collided by a dump truck.

But it cannot be denied that.

Given his current human physique, an ordinary dump truck could hardly seriously injure him; it would need a more advanced engine model, perhaps even one equipped with anti-gravity functionality, to give him a life-or-death experience.

But this truck wouldn't do, especially since its front was equipped with an airbag.

So he didn't fracture any bones; he only felt some soft tissue bruising.

And he remained fully conscious, realizing the fact that he had been slammed into and embraced by the opponent—even in the eyes of a group of girls that included his two girlfriends.

「Um……」

「Miss Yīsāmǎlā, could you let go first? 」

It cannot be denied that this embrace, when not colliding, is also warm, soft, and comfortable; the subtle height difference also allows the demon to directly smell the pleasant fragrance of shampoo and body wash mixed together.

But now, he only feels drenched in sweat.

「Miss Sīkǎdì probably wouldn't like this. 」

Being able to speak with a pleasant expression was already the limit of what he could hold back.

Since his line of sight fell in that direction, the two sisters who had already walked a short stretch also turned their heads to look at that moment.

Miss Shu, who had previously given him an impression of maturity and steadiness, now wore a teasing expression; and Ling, who in that impression always found such scenes "very good as a drink," smiled faintly, as if watching children roughhouse.

You two have your positions reversed, right?!

The grievances in his heart naturally needed to be aired, but he couldn't count on those two to resolve the situation for him—Aomo, after trying to break free to no avail, a thought flashed in his mind: whether demonization was too exaggerated a consideration, and then he rapidly decomposed from bottom to top.

It still had to be the monster card.

"I've been waiting for you, waiting for such a long time, and you want to bring up that foolish dream with me?"

Not obsessing over picking up the "fragments" that had already scattered before his eyes, but instead looking toward Aomo, who had completed his restoration beside Xintiaoqian and Texas, Ishamara's face bore a hint of resentment, and her words made Aomo feel uneasy.

"First of all, it's not that long; second, please don't speak so vaguely about what the masses need," Aomo said expressionlessly, "... and finally, that was Ishamara's choice."

"Furthermore, please don't belittle your original aspiration."

"..."

"Ishamara, who never expected the demon to say something like that, was stunned for a few seconds, then smiled."

"I thought you too had experienced those times from him, but it seems I was mistaken."

"Who?"

"The King of Beasts, in those years, those humans called him that; and in those years, the 'I' was waiting for you just as I am."