Chapter 1311

NO. 215: If you can do that, you are the moon god's miracle, Sai Luo.

The tumultuous disturbances will not easily subside.

Even if you could easily hold the 'legitimacy of public affairs' in your hand, letting that girl, who is full of ill intentions yet also reasonable, go.

The effect of her carefully researched medicine will not disappear either.

Bringing this up, Aomo thought he might thank the fact that hair growth rates differ across body regions, but perhaps even considering this itself is rather lowbrow.

Thus he abandoned thinking about the 'drug side effects' topic, and was hard-controlled by a group of girls discussing hairstyle management for nearly an hour before finally escaping.

The feeling of constantly swapping face and hair parts on models and figures is probably like that, assuming they had consciousness…… Aomo had such a subtle thought, but quickly felt that the dolls in the hands of the 'doll-raising' group suited his situation better.

At this point, one might think of something good, like they're just playing with their hair, at least not putting on makeup as well……

Upon recalling a classmate once saying they were forced as a child to be a toy in their mother and best friend's hands, made to wear many girls' clothes, braid many hair braids, and even take charge of makeup, Aomo gained some psychological balance.

Just a foundation.

A mindset adjustment like making the best of a bad situation is essentially self-PUA; the demon, who usually avoids indulging in it, prefers to let the brain advance more practical processes.

For example, the Arima Memorial two days later, also the Dream Cup after the Arima Memorial, and also the Lu Zas network node he intercepted an hour ago.

You aren't planning to storm their headquarters right now, are you?

Upon hearing this news, Sai Luo's expression, modeled after Mr. Iga Chestnut's face, was quite subtle.

He considered himself a faction of the radical warhawks in the Land of Light, and after meeting Aomo, he realized he had encountered a whole new level of extremism.

Not only must he defeat and destroy the opponent, but he also always personally infiltrates the enemy organization to ensure as clean a success as possible; although Sai Luo doesn't think there's anything wrong with that, always doing so might be considered a kind of mental obsession.

Whether to say it's excessive perfectionism or lack of confidence in others that makes him always personally intervene…… Just as Sai Luo felt the latter was proven in this incident—that is, Aomo finally had someone else take charge instead of him overseeing everything himself—

Then the demon called.

... Huh? Is this person unable to stay idle?

Wasn't he supposed to send subordinates to infiltrate and investigate? Why is he himself gathering intel? Isn't this guy been busy these days?

Recently, Sai Luo's main thing is to casually visit Lipiya, Gechengwangpai, Xiao Lu and Mi Yu, Aomo and his four subordinates, highlighting that although he isn't a trainer, he still points out others' training.

Although he doesn't really understand the undercurrents surging on Aomo's side, he can at least see that Aomo is busy to the point of not having his feet touch the ground.

Does this situation still allow leisurely heart to work?

He couldn't really understand, but also didn't have time to ask.

After all, as soon as the other party laid out the coordinate data, they immediately asked him about his knowledge of the Bete people, and this familiar stance immediately triggered his aforementioned question.

That person's answer, however, was blunt.

"Of course not; in your eyes, am I that impulsive a person?"

After categorizing the newly stored nutrition, sports, criminology, folklore, and history data into the personal e‑library modeled after a metal rack, and returning the now‑empty storage to the encrypted layer beneath the test bench, Aomo finally turned his gaze toward Sai Luo, whose eyes kept drifting to his back.

If you want to say something, just speak up; you're like a side character in a horror movie.

Then are you the main character?

Sai Luo, who didn't really get the joke, answered in his own way.

"I'm just another side character; if I follow your gaze and turn back, I'll be devoured by ghosts," he muttered, turning his head irritably, only to see an ordinary blackboard and a high table beside it; Aomo turned his head back again, "But obviously, whether it's Zhouri Ningjing or Chazuo, they're not here."

"Oh, right, why isn't that kid here?" Sai Luo instinctively glanced at the coffee cup on the table, which still had some steam when he arrived.

The girls' vacation naturally involves what they should be doing; the leisure time after the competition and live is especially precious, not to be wasted receiving Ultraman aristocracy together with the trainers.

Hey! I did learn some Earth language after all! How did I become an aristocrat?

I guess in the Earth language you learned, the term "aristocrat" is a derogatory word, but it's actually neutral, referring to the fine clothing of wealthy offspring, describing your extraordinary background.

Huh? Um, let me think... um, is my background extraordinary?

Sai Luo pointed at himself and asked Aomo.

You're asking me about your background?

To be frank, although it's unclear which mother Sai Luo has, looking at Round Valley's recent trend of worshiping the seven, this treatment is clearly more substantial than any position.

Hahaha, you two are really interesting; I was wondering if being left here with a partner would be boring.

... So the witch beast is also here?

The sudden cheerful female voice made Sai Luo's gaze fall on Aomo's face... strictly speaking, it was the direction where Aomo's face was.

The terminal's private mode is based on optical application; this cannot escape the keen Ultraman Eye. Upon hearing this sound, Sai Luo could immediately locate the sound source, realizing it was the voice of Aomo's digital monster partner.

This doesn't matter even if he reacts slowly, after all the witch beast occasionally pops out of the screen to move around and eat snacks, but it hardly ever appears on screen with Sai Luo; their interaction is limited to a few 'team channel' communications during operations.

And when Aomo occasionally displays the screen, you can see a chibi witch figurine in the corner.

It can't be said there's no interaction at all; at least they're like matched strangers, so faint they haven't even added each other as friends.

But this time at least they became friends—just as he exclaimed in surprise, Aomo's side saw the red‑hatted, red‑clothed blue‑eyed witch rush out.

Of course I'm here! Even if my partner has that mechanical dragon card, they still don't really know how to operate in the digital world~ In other words, I'm still needed!

The smug red‑clothed witch was swept by the long broom onto Aomo's custom‑made sofa, leaning back while blinking her big eyes, appearing both relaxed and tense, as if she had long eyed this seat but upon actually sitting felt nothing special, hurriedly trying to savor it repeatedly.

Meanwhile Aomo didn't mind her taking his seat; instead he reached up to catch the flamboyant, ostentatious way she threw her seat into the air, the red pointed hat almost falling askew.

He casually placed it on her head, then rested his hand on the sofa and looked at Sai Luo.

Yeah, still need to rely on her, mainly because the network checkpoint is indeed troublesome.

Network checkpoint? What's that?

"It's just a checkpoint, literally speaking," he glanced at the digital monster raising its hands to adjust its hat, then Aomo rubbed his unaccustomed bangs, "It monitors and traces all abnormal cross‑area network data flows, and also has a digital monster legion serving as guards."

So there's such a thing? Why have I never heard of it?

If it's just ordinary web browsing, you wouldn't need this knowledge, and it's hard to discuss this topic; the downside of advanced network technology is precisely the raised barrier in professional fields.

"I see," Sai Luo nodded, not very interested in this topic, just randomly found a seat and sat down, then asked, "So what exactly are you planning to do? You specially called me over not just to fight, right?"

"It's destruction, not fighting." Aomo corrected.

Some things are meaningless for me to do and only add pressure to the girls, but when Ultraman does it it's different, especially Sai Luo Ultraman, who is famous among alien circles.

Luzhas's illegal livelihood is built upon mutual cooperation across multiple fields, which also includes the internet; I have the locations of three nodes here, I'd like to trouble you to go scout them out.

Sounds like hard labor.

Hard labor? No, not hard labor—you fly over, fire off a WideZeroShot, fly back, just three simple steps.

Sounds like that thing I saw online about putting an elephant into a refrigerator.

Wrong; this difficulty is just putting Wuyingdamu into a capsule.

Fine……

Sai Luo looked at him speechlessly, then stood up: "How exactly is it done? I haven't been to this world's data world yet; I heard this world has an official channel?"

Yes, but when there are Digimon, there's no need to take the official route; the Witchmon will take you there.

Upon hearing the topic mention his own witch, he raised his hand; the huge palm repeatedly made a grasping motion twice: "I'm only responsible for pick‑up and drop‑off."

Pick‑up and drop‑off is enough; Sai Luo can fly himself, no need to squeeze your magic broom.

He rested his hand lightly on the Witchmon's brim, pressing down slightly to warn the other not to be too mischievous—Aomo, yet he also saw Sai Luo once again hesitating to speak.

If you have any other questions, just speak up.

You… what happened to your hair?

I thought you could hold out until the end without asking.