Chapter 1163: NO．67：Privacy Has Come to This Point, It's Even Hard for Me to Ask

NO. 67: Privacy has gotten so bad that I feel awkward asking about it now.

Was it Ace speaking at that time?

Back then, I was thinking that Aomo, who didn't care about the communication between Ultraman and human hosts, didn't think much about it either.

After all, if it involved Ultraman, what if they were talking about monsters or aliens?

If I rashly joined in, wouldn't I be asking for trouble?

This won't do!

Aomo Lindun, who had long learned from pain to avoid overtime, had already planned for the current workload.

Besides, I still have to go to Rhodes Island later to fulfill my duties as a consultant.

That is, bringing the Gechengwangpai card to their research institute.

Besides, I don't know when Ishamara will drag her family along to make a comeback—oh, sorry, the wording isn't quite right; it should be travel-worn, and I'll probably still have to help handle the follow-up business.

Sigh, handling administrative procedures is really a troublesome thing. Considering that the Faction itself might have weapon potential, I might have to help her run military safety procedures for the arms aspect... Can I just dump it on that Doctor Rhodes? The Faction was originally something made by the pre-civilization, right? That person is precisely the so-called pre-civilization remnant, right?

Can he then make decisions to connect those planetary transformation projects?!

Or just forget it.

With the newly born Faction, it's obviously an autonomous state. Unless we can decipher the underlying genetic instructions, human decision-making power...

Aomo doesn't hold much hope for this, after all, if Doctor Rhodes really had that, the Faction on Terra probably wouldn't become a threat.

According to some reliable information he scavenged from the forum, that doctor seemed to have suffered amnesia early on, and later was recalled by the Federation Medical to regain a large part, but some part remains deficient, and that deficient part seems to involve those supervisors in their company who went to develop the demon realm area.

In short, it's some very complicated, conflicting inside stuff, making it hard for Aomo as an outsider to judge truth or falsehood, and inconvenient to evaluate.

As for the situation on Rhodes Island's side, let's not mention it for now. At least the escape excuse of Gechengwangpai is more decent than those few sentences of Ludaofu Xiangzheng. Even Qianming, who is obviously riding an electric wheelchair, makes it hard to say whether to follow along or not.

Although she seems to really want to do that, Aomo and Ludaofu's coincidentally sharp gazes successfully stopped that new legend that would likely appear on the academy forum.

The legend of the electric wheelchair speeding like a myth, for students with still-healthy legs, is still somewhat ahead of its time.

Before that, let the legend of the Golden Ship's electric balance scooter continue on the page.

"I've already asked the AI goddesses to pay attention to messages on the campus forum and Umastagram."

Swimming pool.

Amidst the astonished and reverent gazes and greetings of countless students, Ludaofu Xiangzheng responded loudly to one greeting after another, glanced at his phone, then approached Aomo's side and spoke softly.

Then came the sight of Aomo, like a startled snake, instinctively shifting back.

Whispering is fine, but suddenly bringing your face over is still too much—too much for him.

"Uh... sorry, I was just a bit distracted."

Aomo Lindun, who had to actively apologize after being startled, can be called a trainer's mirror.

Yet it also made the emperor smile faintly.

"Were you thinking about Gechengwangpai? Or about Qianming and Bai Ren?"

"Both."

His index finger, through his bangs, lightly tapped his temple. Likewise needing to face the gazes of so many students and trainers in the swimming pool, Aomo again waved lightly toward the witch beast far away, who was waving at him beside Suzi by the waves.

This Halloween special summon Digimon, who had parted ways with the student council since leaving, mixed in among a group of strangely dressed swimming oddballs, still fits right in. Meanwhile, the middle school girl beside her, also wearing a wizard's hat, looks at her with fervent longing.

The clever companion shared by Desert Hero, at the Clock Tower, has a color-position grandmother's tea-making little witch, East Commerce Transformation.

By now, it's also been quite a while since we last met.

The last time I happened to see them, it was still the memory of them arguing at the library entrance with the Micro-light Steed about whose monster-fighting record was higher between Magical Girl Sweepy and Carrot Man.

Aomo thought these two KDA weren't as good as the contemporary Rainbow Carrot Knight, so what's there to argue about?

But obviously, as a mature adult, Aomo wisely chose to detour, holding his Kamen Rider to avoid the clash between magical girl and sentai fans.

However, speaking seriously, Aomo feels that Carrot Man teaming up with Sai Luo Ultraman would probably have no problem suppressing a magical girl.

So it's still likely that Micro-light Steed's costume-wearing beast battle has a higher chance of winning.

As for why say costume-wearing...

First, we must pretend to ignore Miss Sweepy's magical transformation accessory, then ignore Carrot Man's little carrot transformation pendant, and then we can calmly face those two new-generation little girls.

As a respectable monster tamer, one must learn to ignore in daily life those Ultraman, magical girls, sentai players, Kamen Riders, etc., whose confidentiality work is done poorly.

This way, one can protect one's own plant-like peaceful daily life.

But even so, there will still be troubles outside the work domain:

"Bai Ren's condition seems not so good, and Gechengwangpai... Miss, perhaps stimulated by Qianming's running," he gave feedback on those girls' details without missing a point, "As for Qianming herself..."

"I'll wait for her to appear." Ludaofu Xiangzheng said lightly.

No need to speak directly, nor to think—only a few runs are needed to know when to use them. Qianming represents my own heart, I know clearly, and the person she persists in also knows clearly.

And true fans should also know!

They will even clearly say: "Good."

"By then, you'll still have to trouble you to arrange it."

"Eh?"

The true fan was stunned; this remark was beyond his expectation, and the other's gaze at him was even stranger, as if the problem lay with him.

"Isn't the schedule arrangement for Uma Musume supposed to be handled by the trainer?"

"Oh! Oh... so that's what it means."

Aomo couldn't help but admit, this is indeed my problem.

"Otherwise, what else could it mean?" Ludaofu chuckled while looking at him.

That appearance of trying to regain composure in embarrassment, in itself a rare clumsiness, somehow lets people react again to the fact that this youth is only 19 years old.

It's also inevitable to recall the previous topic with Qianming about age.

26 years old is indeed not old, especially in this Federation where the average lifespan exceeds a hundred, but compared to 19, it might indeed be quite a bit older.

But on this topic, setting aside the little girl who will turn 18 in two more months, doesn't Aomo already have a 27-year-old girlfriend?

Rudolf could never agree with Qianming on that point.

Running and such should naturally be the same as opposite-sex defense; why bother worrying about age?

Prime period, peak period, best-by period (shelf life)—all are boring boundaries dictated by common sense, and only those who live under common sense are bound by them.

"My problem, regarding becoming your trainer, I still somewhat lack a real sense of it."

"Huh, I didn't expect that; clearly, my future teammates have already accepted me."

"That depends on how you understand 'having accepted...'"

Aomo helplessly watched Bourbon and Suzi run over, one giving a slight bow as a greeting, the other grabbing his arm and glaring at Rudolf, baring teeth.

That hardly counts as 'already having accepted.'

"Being intimidating shows you haven't ignored me, right?" The emperor chuckled nonchalantly, "That is a form of acceptance."

"That is, first you must squarely face the other's existence."

"Don't go spouting off in front of someone who's taking responsibility! What 'squarely face,' what 'accept,'" Ailisuzhi tugged at Aomo's arm, though she couldn't move it, but Aomo still gave a helpless laugh and stepped back half a pace, "How did you even bring back a Rudolf!"

"Originally, I might have even been able to bring more people."

In front of the horse girls, the skill of speaking softly obviously only served as psychological comfort; Rudolf easily overheard Suzi's words, then immediately raised both hands, striking a pose of cheerful explanation:

"Just that the atmosphere isn't great, so the small team just scattered."

"Huh?" Ailisuzhi's expression grew even more displeased, "Atmosphere?"

"Gathering a few opponents together is naturally not going to be easy." Facing the scrutinizing gaze of the person in charge, Aomo helplessly joined in on this topic he'd rather not dwell on.

Incidentally, he also swept his gaze toward the rear, where someone sat on a broom in the distance, watching the tiny bikini witch tiptoeing closer.

As for that tiny bikini witch, the moment Aomo saw her, she was 'hard-controlled' in place.

He was almost making himself believe he had awakened a petrifying evil eye, pondering that there were no snakes growing on his head either.

But perhaps children are just like that.

They may wilt from stepping down a threshold, or fall silent all day from crossing a boundary by jumping on a反色 road beside the path.

Children's self-defined little games, often with crude and rough rules, can draw their full-hearted involvement.

"Is that so," Rudolf, who also noticed the child, merely smiled and gave a slight nod, then turned back, "I originally thought everyone's goal was rather consistent."

"All contestants' goals are rather consistent; that doesn't mean everyone can coexist peacefully, does it?"

"Outside the赛场, things should certainly be different," Rudolf tried to lump things together, "Think about Bai Ren—she, you usually see you and see you on the赛场, your performances should indeed differ somewhat."

"... I'm not really willing to understand why you'd lump me together with the horse girl, but she really has been strange lately, whether on or off the赛场."

"What? Really like that? Unbelievable." She raised her hand to touch her chin.

Meanwhile, Ailisuzhi, who was listening to a conversation she should not have understood, just looked at the thoughtful Rudolf, then at Aomo: "Hey, guinea pig guy, were you fed information?"

"Hmm? I think this can only count as information exchange."

Worthless information naturally doesn't count as intelligence; Aomo truly couldn't think how this information could assist logical deduction.

But considering the value of information is always relative, perhaps the emperor's intelligence network is even superior to mine?

"Do you know anything?"

Although most of the time I am merely a patient observer waiting for results to appear, but for results I don't have the leisure to investigate, or more accurately put—

—I'm not particularly interested in that field.

I'd rather just ask for the answer straight up.

But unfortunately, choosing to ask directly still depends on whether the other party cooperates.

"Well, this answer you have to find yourself; I definitely can't mention it, and Qianming is probably the same."

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