Chapter 1203: NO.107: Vilification, Understanding, Becoming

NO. 107: Vilification, Understanding, Becoming

To be honest, since we've already decided to take the stage and spin records, shedding the disguise and returning to the demon form is the natural best performance.

With the liberation of perception from demonization, and aided by the power of Gilbaralis far surpassing the original Galatron's performance, he hopes to break through his previous showing in the Divine Blessing Gospel class and reach a higher realm.

But, there's no need for that.

With Professor Datuo here, I only need to assist with receiving the tracks and mixing; there's no need to steal the spotlight.

Moreover, his demonization is simply too conspicuous; anyone who sees it now will shout, 'It's Aomo Lindun!' and then not know whether what comes next is cheers, insults, or whatever projectiles.

And it might even scare the snake by stirring the grass.

If the other side has done any intelligence work, they should know Aomo Lindun's identity as a monster tamer, and it's uncertain whether they'd still dare to act.

Thinking this way, his standing there as a gatekeeper despite the risk of being pelted with rotten eggs is also a form of preemptive defense.

But it might also give the opponent a chance to target their move.

Without a doubt, Aomo has the habit of keeping a trump card.

When you openly stand before the enemy, you must prepare to be analyzed and targeted by them, especially when you use your real name, making you a subtle public figure; since every move may be watched, you ought to hold back something from the public.

So he must wear this outfit.

So he also conducted a simple interview with Zhouri Ningjing early on.

Although before, in order not to fully play the role, he let the demon eye remain dark red, even intentionally pressing down his ahoge to disguise it as a shooting star, giving the impression that he was indeed quite different from Zhouri Ningjing.

Even Chazuo acknowledges the gap is too great; only a silhouette might be mistaken—and such mistaken silhouettes are extremely common among those horse-girls who share many hair colors and styles.

But at this moment, he wants to put aside that deliberate distinction.

The magic-refixed milky-white ahoge stands up, and with a sweep of his hand, his eyes are covered with adhesive amber contacts; when he looks at others, there naturally arises a fierce aura that is threatening without anger.

Zhouri Ningjing, aside from the bureaucratic aura she gives off sitting in that vacant position at the association, the impression she most often leaves on people is this sense of seeming unhappy about everything, as if everyone owes her money—a harshness and anger.

The temperament cultivated in the gray-black zone, overlaid with that anger that can never be reconciled with the world, becomes this gloom as if the weekend were drawing to a close.

All peace and joy end with the conclusion of the holiday.

So-called tranquility is merely the growing impotence, worn thin and mottled by this world.

That woman's inner world forever drifts in violent rage, indignation, and frenzy; in this regard, Zhouri Ningjing can be said to be a cat meme.

My body is very tiny, but my anger toward life is enormously huge. jpg

Aomo used to often feel bored.

He could not tolerate Zhouri Ningjing's perpetual 'never-growing-up' anger, and when faced with that childlike willfulness, he often couldn't help but strike back.

But now, he not only wields power capable of instantly suppressing her, he also holds a different view of such Zhouri Ningjing.

She can, at an age already not young, continue to be youthful and impulsive, running about in that mire unwilling to feel sorrow, and that in itself is still a glimmer of light.

Being able to be angry, able to be dissatisfied, is always better than true numbness.

Just like when he recently embodied the Demon Dark Godzilla, trembling, suffering, unable to cease its roar.

An unstoppable roar is always stronger than an unstoppable silence.

She has never accepted that Sunday's tranquility, nor does she wish to become the tranquility of Sunday.

Her anger is directed both at others and at herself.

She simultaneously possesses the opposing traits of strength and fragility, living as if she were a person covered in cracks.

Wasn't my past self just like that?

By now, as he looks at Miss Shunchuan, at Bai Ren, and at Qianming, he often inevitably recalls their pasts.

Those he has heard of, even witnessed.

Cosplay is the most direct form of role-play; when you strive to don those characters' costumes, strike their poses, and show their most widely recognized, deeply impressive expressions, your mind unconsciously thinks of their performance.

That is also the crudest sketch.

And when this process falls to the more professional Aomo here, it will achieve that girl's astonishment.

"…Friend…trainer?"

When she witnessed that figure stepping onto the stage, the black-haired girl with amber-like pupils twitched her ears, thinking she had seen a 'friend'.

But obviously, her true 'friend' is still in the phone screen in her hand.

In that face, with cheeks squished up and palms clenched tight against the screen, it looks as if she wants to directly create it, yet she restrains herself as much as possible out of consideration for her sister's feelings, filled with banners scrolling that expound 'your dream, only you don't understand'.

No matter how 'cnm' her heart feels, she has already heard everything from her sister and must accept the fact that she has become a stand-in.

Her feelings are certainly not simple.

Clearly it's Aomo Lindun who's making a fool of himself; clearly he's dressed as a horse girl; clearly, rounding off, one can mock his cross-dressing!!

But—however—however—it's my own outfit!!!

Should I mock or be angry? After all, it's anger!

How disgusting—she had wanted to loudly insult him, but then she saw Chazuo's timid, whispering little face.

This was Chazuo's idea, and Chazuo wanted to see it; given her understanding of that guy, he surely didn't want to wear this either… all these thoughts mixed together, ultimately leaving her in silence.

Zhouri Ningjing's quietest moment is precisely this, while on the other side, her least quiet self steps onto the stage amidst the astonishment of the crowd.

That astonishment includes not only countless strangers among the audience, but also the two cyber mercenaries on stage holding up their cheer sticks, waiting.

And the four horse girls who had gathered, still discussing what Aomo was up to.

"We——i! Big——everyone——!! Long time no see~!!"

With a healthy, high leap, even in this cool autumn season, Datuo the Sun God in shorts and a single shirt, combined with the venue's air conditioning, greets the stage in his usual lively, sexy style.

\Wei——————!! /

Surely there are many cooperating spectators and fans shouting below, but even more eyes are turned toward the 'unknown guest' not previously marked on the promotional posters.

"Uh……that wouldn't be……"

Although that aura and appearance are perfectly reproduced, the bodily difference remains an irreparable 'ooc' for those who know him.

Ludaofu Xiangzheng was startled at first glance, turned his head, and looked toward the Qianming representative beside him.

The latter also had a look of surprise on his face, but in the next second it turned into a smile.

"It turns out this is such an interesting thing."

"Brother, what is he doing……"

The genuine clever one beside her was somewhat speechless, and Aimu Zhiji standing next to her had an even more subtle gaze, murmuring even softer, as if arguing with someone: "No… not… he doesn't have that kind of hobby… should…?"

As a meticulous horse girl, she couldn't make a firm judgment.

But no matter how she wavered here, the warm-up act above continued.

"Thank you, come here!"

"D——J————is……"

"Person———home———! And this——!!"

"Sunday———Silence———dear!!"

"Although he has a somewhat complicated, subtle connection with another friend, this person is the second assistant after Shanxin Qin's parents! And also a DJ!!"

\yeaaaaaah!! /

No matter what, there will always be a group of highly cooperative fans cheering; any music scene has such a 'magic' that can easily infect more people.

"Pearl white~☆ Then the introduction ends here! It's now, time to win! Everyone, ignite!!"

\Ignite!! /

"Alright, let's get straight to it, first song! 《Uma Piyo Legend》! Taku Inoue Remix version!!! Zhouri Laoshi!!!"

"OK!"

The black-haired horse girl, upon hearing that, raised both hands covered in black gloves, moved them forward together, pinched and pulled down the faders in front of the DJ table.

At the same time, the stage lights dimmed and switched, with fine laser lights swaying at low frequency.

Against the background of trumpets and applause, the inquiring voices of those in position brought shadows from above, each standing on one side; the two DJs far apart each wore clothing showing different styles of fluorescence.

But compared to that closed‑eye listening, confirming the main frequency of the great expanded sun god, 'Zhouri Ningjing' kept her eyes open, perched in her high shadow.

The golden radiance precipitated from the dark red glow stirred in the black‑haired horse girl's eyes, reflecting everything below the stage.

Good vision, centered on herself, radiated outward perfectly encompassing all perception points of the venue.

As he expected, this is the most satisfactory observation spot for him, enough to make up for the gap left by that group of plainclothes special agents.