Chapter 1418

NO. 34: Evening: Big sister, don't act like this.

That's great.

It's rare to have a chance to escape an overly busy routine; compared to the short rest in dreams—though it maximizes rest efficiency, it often comes with red-flagged documents—Aomo looks forward to a few days of ordinary, healthy, comfortable sleep.

Chazuo's endless busyness probably doesn't want to rest, and Qiena rarely takes the initiative, but only a certain Ishamara always wants to start a fight; however, if it's just her, or even with Qiena, the demon isn't hard to handle.

Now I can look forward to enjoying a comfortable private space tonight!

Thus, I can't help but sigh at having fallen into a cliché of people's hearts, beginning to indulge in the wine pools and meat forests, nightly revelry, and Versailles-like fantasies that others dream of.

Just as Aomo was still conducting self-reflection, considering this a degraded purity of weak mentality, already feeling ashamed before the heart of the veteran on the field——

he was ambushed by four women in revealing attire.

When various swimsuits appeared in the bedroom, earlier than on the beach, the veteran's heart on the field could no longer tolerate the demon's hesitation.

One word, plus one clearly meaningful close-up.

Aomo then went to fight the correct battle.

Upon regaining consciousness, it was already stir-fried!

At this point, the protective mechanism triggered after dopamine secretion is suppressed will prompt Aomo's master to recall the unusual request for leave to go shopping in the afternoon.

As well as that ambiguous feeling at the end of the message.

Even earlier, during the suspected unconscious yet questionable swimwear contact with Xiao Lu at Mi Yu's classmate's place, that thoughtful expression could be recalled.

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Everything came back—originally, I am the demon's advisor, not……it turns out Ling had long planned a round of long-overdue real-world wheel battles, to kick off spectacularly before seeking out Chazuo.

Uh……

But this way…is it not too bad for the child?

Perhaps because the divergent thinking at this stage is far more detached from daily routine and more emotional, Aomo's mind is flashing with some meaningless thoughts.

For example, a certain drunkard, in the guise of a kind and approachable neighborhood big sister, arranges to meet a little girl in dreams, while his real body remains in disarray; this feeling……if spoken seriously, is like a video conference with a suit on top and shorts below; if taken in an improper direction, the derivations are many.

By this point, are they still chatting?

Turning to look at the trio who can be said to be falling asleep from fatigue, plus the earliest sleeper, the MVP of the whole场, Aomo has a question.

Is there a connection between real-world sensory stimulation and dream quality that could also manifest on Ling's age slice?

In other words——does Ling's body being toyed with in reality synchronously reflect in her dream self?

Theoretically, such stimulation usually only affects the general direction of dreams—for instance, if you sleepwalk with your head hanging off the pillow's edge, or simply want to fling yourself to the ground, you're prone to dreaming of falling off a cliff.

There may be extremely brief sensory synchronization, leading to instant awakening, or a return to the original dream content.

But for long-lived species with outstanding abilities, this consistent vigilance makes sensory synchronization inevitable, and Ling can even decide whether to wake from dreams; if she has matters requiring her to stay in dreams, no amount of real-world stimulation will wake her.

emmm……

The experimental spirit has risen.

Even the vengeful heart from when I was milked in dreams, only to wake up and find my state being devoured by wolves and whales, has surfaced.

But thinking of the opponent being Chazuo's child, the Lin Dun trainer hesitates slightly.

In my heart there's an angel…what angel? No angel, in my heart are the Zero Magus and Getter Emperor fighting (?).

Not knowing who wins, or what winning represents, in the end Aomo sighed, deciding to postpone this kind of prank……no, experiment, until later.

Seeking stimulation isn't done this way.

If one really wants to play these plays, one can use Bi Ze and David's daily-discussed deep immersion devices and real-simulation apparatus; there's no need to use the child as a risk.

Aomo trainer doesn't even want to have the possibility of opening a new world for a good child, let alone expect the good child to be shocked by the trainer playing big in the future.

Thus, Ling, still unaware she nearly got revenge from Aomo in past plays, only felt a brief spell of mental unease fade away, while her side, borrowing the pretext of leisurely adjustment to guide the topic like a covert Chen Cang maneuver, also gradually entered a good state.

"Next, can Ling sister see the city simulated by little Chazuo?"

"... Does Ling sister want to see it?"

Compared to the ambiguous object of a certain oil-faced person, little Chazuo is always easy to talk to.

Even secretly capturing the trainer's appearance in dreams to adorn one's own dreams, and using it as a signal base station—this bad child's behavior, once exposed, is readily admitted.

As for the usual appearance of being well-behaved, which should, upon exposure of the small secret, reveal timidity, grievance, innocence……

That is largely a facade, Ling thinks.

Perhaps she has been waiting for someone to discover it, even hoping the discoverer is Aomo……for the joy revealed in those amber-colored pupils, Ling sees no trace of similar resistance or avoidance hidden.

It's as if she has long wanted to display her favorite works to people since long ago.

"Exactly, I really want to see how much of Aomo's city you've restored."

Especially since he recently gave the dream scenery a little renovation……thinking of this, Ling chuckles lightly, feeling sentimental about her own small-mindedness, yet gaining some pride in front of the child.

"City……"

Chazuo, head lowered, repeats softly, then lifts her head and sweeps her hand to the side, tracing a spatial vortex:

"That…Ling sister, come take a look, can you avoid telling the trainer?"

"Hmm~ this depends on what we see afterward."

Stepping out two paces, landing on that familiar vortex, and together with Chazuo entering that familiar city, Ling instinctively looks toward the direction indicated by the sensed position.

"... How does it feel……?"

At first glance, it's the buildings' obstruction, but the girl beside her urgently asking forces her to look back, taking in this scene—even though it simulates urban operational vitality, it remains merely a fragment of scenery.

"The restoration is quite good, just……this vitality part……" Ling's gaze gradually rises from those skyscrapers to the scattered stars in the night sky.

"Being a bit lacking is understandable; one can't truly graft another's self, so it's better to go be a guest in Aomo's world."

"... But Ling sister……you clearly know why this city exists, don't you?"

Under the dim, starless night sky resembling a dark sea, are the city lights brilliant as a star sea, yet these lights fail to illuminate the girl's black attire, nor can they produce even a hint from her amber-colored eyes.

"Otherwise, how would you know this place?"

"…When you were napping in the afternoon, I was already following you, is that right?"

"Not greeting you was my fault," she said, meeting the other's expressionless face with a smile, her hoodie and sweatpants gradually transforming into her ankle-length robe made of bound bamboo slips, "So Chazuo doesn't need to be polite with me, isn't that the case?"

"…I will apologize to the trainer if necessary, but… there's no need to apologize to you."

"I really am not yet used to treating Aomo's affairs as my own, so I wanted to say that's the principle, but…… I still feel it's not quite right, isn't that so?"

Smiling, she blinked, and the empty space between the straps and gloves gave rise to a heavy-looking lamp staff, causing the voice that had softened and cleared due to Aomo to also shift slightly toward the rigid, heroic气质 of military life.

"Even by the rules here, I should rightly demand an explanation for the violation of his privacy."

"As for you, Chazuo, you seem to have never truly regarded me as Aomo's girlfriend, which makes me quite sad."

"Elder Sister has always disregarded the sky, which also saddens me." She indifferently allowed the other to make this change in attire, only to see, between the glove-wrapped hands, a pair of pistols appear as Chazuo's reply.

"Does this mean it's merely revenge against me, rather than a denial of my relationship with Aomo?"

"Who the trainer is with is none of my concern." Raising her hand behind her, a cyan light descended from the waning moon in the night sky, forming a cyan greatsword that would seem especially subtle to Aomo but unrecognizable to Ling, planted into the ground behind her.

"I knew Chazuo was a good child, but why must you continually array weapons to threaten me like this?"

"Because Elder Sister hasn't answered me yet, can you refrain from telling the trainer?"

"Actually, I don't care whether it's kept secret or not," she smiled, striking the lamp staff against the ground, even taking a sip from the wine gourd hanging nearby, "But it shouldn't be my imagination, should it?"

"Your expression, your gaze—none of it looks like you want me to keep quiet."

"……But I also don't want you to go out and tell the trainer."

Hands crossed, at the moment of impact the safety was disengaged, the clean, efficient demeanor fully displaying the results of her earlier request to the trainer for an advanced marksmanship course.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the ling's planted lamp staff tip, with its azure-blue winding patterns, extended silently.

"Truly contradictory, it reminds me of a sister who gets worked up over strange things."

"But she has never been so troubled as to lash out at family members."

"Is it because she's a good child?"

Bang!

Between the near-simultaneous muzzle flashes of the dual guns, a layer of ink-like circular trajectory surrounded them, allowing the bullets to easily erupt in brilliant fire upon impact.

And from the very next second after that fire burst forth, came continuous, unbroken coverage.

Bang Bang Bang!!!

The astonishing magazine capacity, the astonishing rate of fire, together formed an unbroken barrage of sound, easily drowning out Chazuo's latter words: "But I'm not a good child."

Having spoken, she flung open the still-smoking dual guns, her grip on the moonlight greatsword assuming an especially standard posture.

Swish!

One stroke, yet not moonlight, but a dark, ink-like hue.

As the blade swung, it crossed with another figure, which materialized into the form of another 'Mancity Chazuo,' gathered from countless ink-like black mists, gazing with somewhat helpless eyes at the smoke parted by the sword's light.

"That's not the case either."

As Chazuo expected, despite having endured the explosion of all magazine rounds, the voice remained steady and could even step forward again toward the blooming hue.

The Ling, surrounded by countless coiling dragons, appearing utterly unharmed—even her clothes bore no dust—still smiled at the two Chazuos and spoke loudly:

"She just doesn't think she can win!"