Chapter 1235: NO.139: Longing to Become a Slacker After Work

NO. 139: Longing to Become a Slacker After Work

Twenty-one minutes ago, in the Demon Realm District, the Kazdell National Defense Committee.

Perhaps it was because, at the start, they were only simulating card construction with source stones, and had not yet directly stimulated Geliza.

Perhaps also because Miss Treseya's and Miss Pureseys' proposals clashed, causing the team to delay decision execution for not a short time.

In short, the cards never rioted, progress was not noteworthy, but Aomo didn't care.

As a mere consultant, he truly felt no company loyalty; Mr. Lindun should have ended today in paid slacking, 'So tired, though I did nothing.'

But he had no choice but to start a concurrent project.

The 'Monster Card Customization Project' temporarily concluded with Success II via the Secret Key, successfully extracting information and precisely limiting it to species range; although this still caused severe weakness in those extracted, at least it was no longer fatal.

That also counts as a forty percent success.

Everyone's goal was to more precisely extract original tags, such as 'snake', 'bird', 'wind', 'thunder'—that level of precision would make card drawing easy and the base material not suffer severe weakness.

But Improvement III certainly cannot be achieved in one go.

Even if Fulisidun wanted to continue adjusting and trying, the experimenter Huorehaiya's condition was not good either.

Didn't I just mention that those extracted become severely weakened?

Like a drunken state reappearing, Huorehaiya's staff once again served as a big cane, leaning before him under Aomo's gaze and the subtle looks of the similarly dispersed crowd.

"I suggest you go back to your base and rest for a day, or go find the Wastetime Association." He felt helpless, as the surrounding gazes were suddenly glaring.

"Information extraction brings not just physical weakness; this all‑round deficiency can only be made up for by time."

"But I, can't I…" the woman raised her card while swaying, then instantly steadied, as if her earlier wobble were just exquisite acting, "Can this make up for it?"

She lifted the card bearing the feathered serpent pattern.

No cracks, the pattern showed no obvious misalignment, yet it was still not perfect.

It was a card that could not be naturally recharged by external means, like the Behemoth card in the box that requires Aomo to occasionally visit the Divine Blessing Gospel Class.

"I remember saying it was a defective product; one must constantly watch for residual energy."

"But that doesn't stop it from feeling like an early achievement worth celebrating, right?"

Is that related to your current waste of 'electricity'? Aomo sighed inwardly but couldn't be bothered to say more.

To him, the rechargeable gadget was still far from completion, but Huorehaiya looked quite satisfied with it, even completely ignoring the fact that it had left her weakened when extracted.

Indeed, being able to fill the user's weakness and even strengthen them further, having such a card in hand truly means not needing to worry about the present debuff.

But that premise also requires the card to stay in hand.

The flaw of rechargeable cards lies in their being only auxiliary, unable to serve as main force.

If one isn't careful, it gets 'burned' away on its own.

"Just be happy."

I've said all the warnings I needed to; she's not a child, and given her age she should be far more mature than me, so Aomo also couldn't be bothered to repeat the admonitions—for now he just wanted to run away.

Meeting his girlfriend and the girls was better than being seen here as a scumbag, especially Miss Weshdell, who stared at him too directly.

How come?

Over there, Miss Pureseys and Miss Treseya aren't chatting, so you came here to set up shop again?

You Sakaz folks don't have any other work, do you?

He paid attention to his surroundings, was about to step forward, when he suddenly heard: 'Oh dear, I'm indeed quite happy, so Mr. Aomo, is there anything you need to say while I'm happy?'

"? Then it depends on how Miss Huorehaiya is happy," his steps paused; in the crowd that seemed not an illusion but had indeed grown much quieter, Aomo reacted quickly, "Are you willing to spare time of that level?"

"Hmm~ I don't have any plans today."

"Then how about extending it a bit?" Aomo raised his hand, drawing a document very familiar to Huorehaiya, "I don't have much time to handle this afternoon; I think if the organizer themselves came, efficiency would be high."

"……" xN

In the sparsely flowing crowd that seemed to grow even more silent, their smiles remained unchanged.

"Sure." She answered crisply, without hesitation, turning cleanly and leaving Aomo a black‑and‑white back view and a tail swaying upward.

Then, just as Aomo's gaze landed on her tail, she suddenly turned back: 'Can I expect a reward?'

"Of course," Aomo retracted his gaze without a trace, raised his hand openly, "It's only natural."

"Huh?" She lightly covered the corner of her mouth with the feathered serpent, glanced at her own tail, then at Aomo's formulaic smile, and immediately turned back, "Hehe, that's really something to look forward to."

That really is troublesome…

"That really is troublesome."

Once again watching her depart with no sign of weakness, Aomo sighed inwardly, then heard someone nearby voice their thoughts; turning, he saw the doctor holding the Geliza card, who, seeing him still there, added: 'Right? She didn't even ask what exactly you wanted to investigate.'

"You get it again?"

"With this next software you'll understand just as well." The doctor showed his terminal app page, where a cartoon Amia icon was clearly listed.

"Or else?"

"No thanks; conflicting information is just a source of dispute." Aomo, refusing the overland voyage, curled his lip, glanced far at the two siblings in the special column, "Those two ladies' conflict probably also has to do with this."

"Can't say it's completely unrelated…" He gave a subtle glance aside at Pureseys, who waved at him from nearby and then dissolved into the screen like liquid; Luoxia turned his head, about to say "see, funny," but realized the remark wasn't appropriate.

At least today, this time, in terms of office gossip, neither side got any better.

So he merely handed the card in his hand over again.

"After this decision, cooperation might have to shift from short‑term to long‑term."

"All right, as long as it doesn't interfere with the trainer's work." Aomo took back the card, "Then I'll take my leave."

"Mm, see you tomorrow."

Under the doctor's nodding gaze, Aomo placed the card into the box and promptly vanished from the spot.

Refreshing after‑work!

——He had wanted to say that, but in fact, under the interference of the magic‑energy tide on transmission, his stable transmission range was limited to the National Defense Committee Base.

In other words, he merely appeared at the entrance faster than anyone else, and then he still had to hail a taxi.

Unless he took the digital route—he glanced at that clean light screen.

"It's all over now." The little black goat above his head always knows what he's thinking.

"You can only take a taxi, and you still have to race against time."

"Ah, indeed." Without hesitation he tapped open the ride‑hail contact, Aomo furrowed his brow.

Because the message he received a few minutes ago came from his grandmother who works at the nursery, and the content was even teasing him that he and his girlfriend had come over, why not come sit first.

Sit…

That plan does exist, but it's certainly not like this.

When he wasn't there, they had already passed.

Some things have probably already started; otherwise the witch beast and Alexis would be present, not even…

While waiting for the car, he continued to operate the light screen, first pulling up the game friends list, then pulling up the adult supervision view of the family group.

Morrison showed as online, not busy, and there was no game login display.

It couldn't be a coincidence, he rubbed his nose bridge, knowing he definitely wouldn't get off work feeling refreshed.

The top priority was still to reply to his grandmother's message.

A sixteen‑minute drive… He glanced at the distance and speed, feeling that if he tipped the driver, there might still be room for optimization.

But let's first set the arrival for twenty‑four minutes later and talk then!

By the way, he also located the café next to the nursery and opened the food‑delivery app.

Visiting elders, one can't show up empty‑handed; although the Demon Realm District has no such etiquette, the Border Gate District does, and that's crucial.