Chapter 1315: NO．219：Legend of the Filial Son in the Boundary Gate District (1k monthly ticket bonus)

NO．219：Legend of the Filial Son in the Boundary Gate District (1k monthly ticket bonus)

Half an hour later, Sai Luo returned to the back mountain.

He returned to the area where he was most often stationed in Central Telesen.

That Lipiya, who was unmoved by thunder and always stood there expressionless like a scarecrow, gave him a slight nod:

"Are you done with your work?"

Compared to the usual rote greetings of 'hello', 'good morning/afternoon/evening', 'goodbye', or simply launching into professional training knowledge, this short sentence now at least had some warmth, causing Sai Luo to look at this person, fall slightly silent, then casually wave his hand in his usual carefree manner.

"Ah, I'm done. Anyway, my work is finished; the rest is for that guy Aomo to handle whatever doesn't need me."

"Has the matter of Luzhas been resolved?"

"Impossible! If it were really resolved, you'd have to see us on the screen."

But that also requires him to play with his phone and get pushed notifications…… In Sai Luo's view, this person, suspected to be a first-generation from another world, roughly speaking an otherworldly uncle, Lipiya, is truly pure-hearted and desireless.

Not to mention Sai Luo's own interest in electronic games; this otherworldly uncle probably only uses his phone to make calls, send messages, and check the time.

He probably also watches the news, but most likely it's those disaster news, regional news, cosmic logs and such; he's basically out of sync with everyone in every sense, only being called upon when they fight in Ultraman group battles.

"Why not just fly away directly?"

"Where could I even fly to in this world? Could I fly back to the office to hide for a week to avoid a crowd of people?" Over the past few days, Sai Luo has also come to clearly understand the operating rules of this world.

In a highly informationized civilization, it's hard for a human body to conceal identity, but perhaps it's not necessary to do so.

Because the technological level is also high, the authorities don't need to forcibly take your photon skin for experiments, and are even willing to promote and commend your righteous deeds; however, this would involve too deep a connection with the locality, and would require taking extra time to deal with the public and the media.

What follows—image maintenance, visits from admirers, and the like—will also come one after another.

Sai Luo could often completely leave Central Telesen and wander the universe like Hongkai, but he still frequently hangs around here for reasons besides Jie De and Aomo, mainly because Telesen is tranquil.

Although there are also many students here who, at first, have enthusiasm no different from those crazy fans, under the triple interference of trainers, the chairman's secretary, and the student council, that enthusiasm, while not faded, has become restrained and subdued in expression.

Let alone that…… students still have to attend classes.

Although ordinary schools have plenty of truancy without pressure, skipping class to chase stars is practically natural for students, but in Central Telesen's actual cutthroat world, unless it's someone like the past Chengtian Bairen who slacks off, or someone like Ailisuzhi with extreme talent, skipping class is still too taboo.

Especially courses like dance class and vocal class.

Although teachers urge that liberal arts and science courses are more important and have a deeper impact on life, students only think: if singing and dancing aren't done well, being recorded by fans and pointed at for decades is what truly has a profound impact.

Thus you can see that, even in Chengtian Bairen's truancy records, the number of skipped classes for dance, popular instrument performance and such is far lower than for liberal arts and science courses.

Uma Musume naturally has idol qualities, so the academy naturally wouldn't neglect arranging such courses; thus, after only a day, Sai Luo felt greatly relieved to notice: the number of horse-eared girls coming to chat with him had sharply decreased.

On the third day, there were only scattered students peeking in, and frankly there wasn't any social pressure to speak of.

Instead, it was a little strangely lacking, giving a sense of loss.

Judged as a classic boy's feeling of loss, it ultimately belongs to a kid whose age starts with fifty thousand, which converts to just over sixteen years old.

However, for his consistently optimistic self, this is not worth mentioning.

Sai Luo is quite satisfied with this state where he can idle around while his brothers each have their own overtime; occasionally seeing an inspiring little girl is also a nice scenery, and the era's advanced technology also lets him carry a gaming device with him; when he gets a bit bored, he chooses his own electronic prison, and he scoffs at Aomo's patiently coaxing real prison.

Until a sudden urge coaxed him into it, he beat Dazhenhan and Chengtian Bairen once, and then, facing again the attentive gaze of all the Telesen students, he decided to head straight for the back mountain.

The back mountain is so vast, yet hardly anyone is there; although a goddess occasionally comes by to say hello, it's also a tranquil little gaming world.

Just find a spot to settle in, and you can deploy a domain, electronically roam.

But such a little world had only just been set up when he bumped into Gechengwangpai, who had also chosen this place for secret training.

Furthermore, the latter then casually asked him for a favor, and the subsequent developments were obvious.

The kid-brother eventually got his own cell, but the brothers who have caught others and put them in prison know that to keep someone imprisoned for a long time, willingness is important.

One must give some fun, so that imprisonment doesn't seem utterly pointless.

Gechengwangpai lacking this awareness could be said to be self-taught, and together with Aisi they hard-controlled Sai Luo for many days until Aomo's visit finally pulled him out.

However——

Brothers pulling you out of prison is merely to send you to step on another kind of sewing machine.

The demolition effect is widespread among most intelligent beings; if you say opening a skylight is not allowed, but say you want to tear off the roof, they'd rather retreat to opening a skylight.

Compared to being repeatedly ordered by Aomo to run errands, release waves, and flee—those genuinely boring three steps—even with a Witch Beast accompanying him, Sai Luo still finds supervising Gechengwangpai's training somewhat interesting, especially being able to freely allocate game time.

He and the Witch Beast truly cannot converse.

Even if, during her actions, she was forced by circumstances to rely on the occasional dark badge Aomo gave her, hastily evolving into a Beiersita Beast, her personality underwent a noticeable change.

That topic likewise couldn't even be broached.

What common sense of the digital world, what little habits Aomo has recently picked up…… the former isn't his common sense, the latter is somewhat over the top for Sai Luo.

He's recently been paying attention to Gechengwangpai's running posture, then to the startup moves of bosses in games—how could he possibly notice Aomo's little habits?

He has far more opportunities to observe Lipiya's expression variations than to watch Aomo!

Just now he even 'unlocked' Lipiya's contemplative expression variant, and Sai Luo couldn't help but feel that Aomo's theory of mutual influence between people is correct.

For months Lipiya has been a poker face, but after half a month of getting along with the ace, he shows such obvious expression changes that it reminds him of an impolite gaming metaphor:

It's practically a corpse that has gained humanity!

"How much longer will Aomo be busy over there?" This corpse even started caring about others' situations!

"Who knows, I only know he's currently busy being a phantom thief; if things go smoothly he might already be back."

Just mentioning this makes Sai Luo's expression hard to compose.

By now he has completely stopped doubting that someone else truly wants to be the phantom thief; as for the attack notice that should have been sent, that's merely a small matter finished within ten minutes.

But with his usual terse bluntness, even a hyper‑comprehending Light Star Person would have to type a question mark:

This forced Sai Luo to add an explanation:

"He went to rob Luzhas's electronic Gomora; I couldn't be bothered to join, so I came back first. By the way, do you know what he's like now?"

"?"

Whether it's the earlier words or the later ones, Sai Luo's face full of teasing smiles makes the Light Star Person feel bewildered again.

Still can't understand? No worries, this time it's got pictures and text!

He spoke while aiming his phone at Lipiya, letting the other look, fell silent for a few seconds, then asked: "... He turned into a witch beast?"

"? That's not quite right to say that?" Sai Luo was stunned for a moment, still thinking Lipiya's understanding was off by so much, so he pinched his phone and glanced back.

Saw the witch beast sitting with that magic broom hanging in front of the picture, turning its head to examine the photo below the image layer: "It's a bit blurry, Mr. Sai Luo, your photography skills aren't great—want to do some extra training with my useless partner?"

"Uh, ah…haha…" Sai Luo gave a dry laugh, not knowing whether he should raise his hand to move the picture, after all the other was on the screen, doing so would be too obvious.

How did you come back so quickly? You haven't actually set off yet, have you?

What do you think?

The vibration felt on the screen came from a huge foot; even after being converted to a chibi version, the electronic Gomora was still twice as tall as the witch beast, with similarly pixelated tiny suit-clad figures on its back, and the scattering pixel dots blended with the suit-colored blocks into one.

Even with such pixels, Sai Luo could sense a hint of contempt—this is exactly the talent of the Ultraman warriors.

It also made Sai Luo's human-form expression unusually stiff.

Taking an open-and-above-board photo gave it a sneaky feel; perhaps you could team up with a certain magenta knight.

... Then, who is that? Ah, congratulations on your success, Aomo.

Who it is doesn't matter; what matters is that you move aside—I need to come out from inside.

And it's not very successful either; its mode of existence isn't complete, and what I got is just the current version of the client.

What does that mean?

It means its soul isn't here; that bunch wouldn't just toss an electronic Gomora around and leave it—I even suspect this is a trap they set to test me.

Then you're still taking it with you? The onlooker Lipiya simply understood the current situation.

Of course I'll take it; I have Gilbaralis, so who's scheming whom in this port is still uncertain.

You don't like this shell?

The shell is great too! You can toss it to Morrison as a mechanical Gundam!