Chapter 1456: NO．72：Happiness doesn't disappear, it just shifts

NO．72：Happiness doesn't disappear, it just shifts.

As a matter of fact, the reason one cannot hear the symbolic sound of Sirius is not due to being technologically extreme, but because the technology is not yet perfected.

Aomo Lindun never really placed much importance on this project from the outset; compared to contacting his counterparts in each universe, letting General Neihai, Ma Zhongpeng, and Monster Tamer A Peng each stay in touch and establishing a stable communication channel among the four universes was what he considered the main priority.

He did indeed achieve that, but the result was rather subtle.

——Monster Tamer A Peng would contact this side every few days, while Ma Zhongpeng, Neihai, and Yuta hardly had any daily movement.

If it weren't for occasionally learning from Qian's girlfriend information network that those few teenagers had formed their own small circle and were communicating frequently, he would indeed sigh that his special effort to stabilize those Galatrons was somewhat redundant.

Maintaining stability also consumes energy.

Every day he would sense a bit, checking whether replacement was needed, whether any camouflage errors had appeared, any hidden dangers of being spotted by humans.

To ensure the stability of the interuniversal communication network, he went through the motions like a mobile game player, daily brushing through; in the end… as long as it came in handy, that was fine.

When Aomo learned the information, he merely gave a light smile.

He didn't mind that the clique of male high schoolers didn't include him; after all, putting himself in their shoes, he could understand that his image there was probably rather delicate.

Not to say it's scary, but it's at least a feeling of "not being in the same world".

After a few days of visiting during the winter break, this feeling probably became even stronger, which is why for a while no one greeted him.

Perhaps one day a representative from that bunch of boys will step forward, shyly come to say hello, and then start with a private meme… just imagining it is quite vivid, but in the end it doesn't matter, since he himself is busy.

With several months of time rarely leaving him idle, even when he did have free moments for other leisure, who would care about a few teenagers awkwardly excluding themselves?

Let alone those other versions of himself in other universes who possessed the means of contact but never used it even once.

When they first met, each of them immediately rushed to flee.

Together they upheld the ideas of "better not to do extra work" and "if someone can cover for you, hurry up and slack off," leaving Aomo with a particularly deep impression of sorrow.

He felt sorrowful that he could all too well understand them, realizing that he was no different from them.

For such a bunch of people, hoping to reconnect later is another vain hope, with odds even lower than waiting for those teenagers to shyly say hello.

So Aomo never even thought about optimizing the technology for interuniversal phones.

Because from the subconscious he regarded it as utterly useless, his routine maintenance was purely out of habit, keeping a backup, and hoping that perhaps one day he could communicate with his other selves.

Thinking that such an experience was also quite novel and unique, an observer's mind naturally could not lack that bit of hopeful luck.

As a result, the hoped-for luck of contacting those people went unfulfilled; instead, as a backup function, it came into use at this moment…

Did it really come into use?

{Connecting, please wait… connection failed}

{Connecting, please wait… connection failed}

{Connecting, please wait… connection failed}

…

Standing in the temporary data node constructed and filled with countless azure binary symbols, Aomo broke out in sweat on his forehead and even instinctively interrupted his own flag-raising.

Is it because of the effect of the dimensional quake?

The mass-produced Galatron driven by Gilbalis's authorization, and the cosmic channel jointly built under the authorization of Ultraman the Space Warrior, are still limited by the medium of information transmission—if the entire dimension is in turmoil, unstable contact or even no contact at all is not a particularly strange phenomenon.

After all, even popular science readings about the Two Worlds Safety Bureau state that during a dimensional quake, exploration of other worlds will be delayed or even halted.

For enthusiasts of otherworld exploration, this is also common knowledge, readily coming to mind, and then he proceeds to think about solving the new problem.

This train of thought is not entirely without clues.

Now differs from the past; compared to last year, when he was still a senior in high school plotting how to smoothly enter the Two Worlds Safety Bureau, he now has many contacts in otherworld organizations.

Although different universes and different worlds are not the same thing, the Federation even has specialized books that detail their distinctions,

but the negative impact of a dimensional quake on both is often indiscriminate.

It enables Aomo to think in reverse, believing that the handling and countermeasures for the two also share common ground; those otherworld organizations that need to stay in touch with their home world, if they have countermeasures, could also help the present situation.

…provided that they have countermeasures.

As just mentioned, the Two Worlds Safety Bureau's exploration of other worlds during a dimensional quake will be delayed or even halted.

This means that the Federation's official technology, when facing such a natural disaster, also mostly chooses to temporarily avoid and compromise.

But it is precisely at such times that the allure of the otherworld truly manifests.

Even someone as conservative in thought as him would, at such times, develop some romanticist expectations.

To look forward to finding, among civilizations from different worlds, values that are rare or even unfindable in this world.

To look forward to the extreme of diversity, the various possibilities that different worlds can exhibit.

When this expectation arises, his mind already has calculations.

The organizations to contact next are thus ordered by priority, but right now is not a situation where he can focus on "dialing".

When he held this intention, walking out of the data overpressure node compiled by Gilbalis, the terminal light screen already, upon mental activation, dialed Dr. Luo Xia's work number, and he also saw a horse girl in nurse uniform walking out together with several others; when their eyes met, the brown-haired horse girl halted and reached out.

She hooked her index finger, her frivolous gesture somehow calming Aomo's heart a bit.

With this pretentious demeanor, the physical examination results seem not bad.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I don't know what reaction Rudolf would have if I told him."

He jogged over, and hearing the other party laugh and come up with this teasing remark, he was somewhat speechless: "My stay outside has already been long enough; I only hope that whatever comes next will be settled quickly."

"You mean you don't care about the condition of the horse girls? That's dereliction of duty, trainer."

"At this point you think I'm the trainer?" Looking at the woman whose mood seemed not bad, Aomo, while negotiating with the doctor over the network, sighed, "Is there any good news?"

It was practically as if another soul had defeated and possessed him…

Compared to his previous impression, Sirius now inexplicably in a good mood, which reminded Aomo that he still had two failed soul-transmigrants detained here.

According to Jingyuan's prior handling instructions, police will come later to take the souls according to positioning.

The result of overdevelopment is that various functions have become more interactive.

A single otherworld soul can simultaneously have its data recorded by the Two Worlds Safety Bureau, the local police station, and the local netherworld office—however, the legwork is still done by the police at the station.

Fortunately, there is a specifically delineated classification of duties, so those police don't really feel any increase in workload; when they come over, it's either just taking statements, or taking statements plus soul-guiding.

The recording work itself is also easy; what's not easy is that the case has encountered a new unexpected development, which is just like Aomo training a horse girl and still being able to train an otherworldly weird soul, thereby indirectly delaying his time to go home and eat.

This undoubtedly counts as overtime, enough to make him put on a p face, but instead it makes Tianlangxing's smile deeper on his face, as if happiness itself is also cruel in a zero-sum way.

Probably that's indeed the case…… Aomo thought.