Chapter 1458: with translation of chapter title

Episode 74: The Most Restrained

The Federation's understanding of 'transmission' is not shallow.

To achieve a jump between two sufficiently distant coordinates, both the Yuanyuan and technology factions have proposed their own implementation plans, and on this basis they have developed them as much as possible while also expanding the foundation laterally—

—tracing the same goal from different implementation perspectives.

The cards Aomo holds—Alien Mefilas, Jetton, and Dark Tiga—also serve as an exposition of this phenomenon.

The cards Aomo holds—Alien Mefilas, Jetton, and Dark Tiga—also serve as an exposition of this phenomenon.

Thus line 5: "The Aomo-held cards of Alien Mefilas, Jetton, and Dark Tiga also count as an exposition of this phenomenon."

One makes use of the properties of Spacium atoms to scatter, transfer, and then reassemble the form.

One simply twists space to let the main body swap places.

One is a plain dark sorcery that connects the two places, constructing a black‑mist gate in the likeness of a doorway.

Under the same goal, they are different means, applicable to different situations, fully showing the wonder of diversity.

But no matter how wonderful, they don't come with after‑sales service, and no matter how varied the transmission methods, they don't guarantee intelligence gathering on the target location.

So most of the time, Aomo Lindun's use of transmission is very law‑abiding.

Either he goes straight to the coordinates of an officially defined transmission zone, or he has someone at the destination send over a coordinate, or he simply marks his own transmission points at home or in the office.

This is to avoid accidents.

He won't get stuck in a wall, won't merge with anyone, and won't appear only to be greeted by a big flying kick.

This lets him appear relaxed each time, and then, precisely when he is that relaxed, something hard and cold lands on the back of his head.

It is also accompanied by a drawn‑out, sickly sweet call.

"Little~snake~"

"I surrender."

Aomo readily raised both hands, looking at the three girls seated in chairs before him, holding back his laughter.

The chairs had been moved over, which could have been somewhat intimidating, except that on the chairs sat a drunkard with liquor still on his mouth, and also someone who had been dozing, only to perk up when he saw his gaze, then belatedly trying to look serious—a simpleton.

That person, originally the last surviving member of a mafia family, could actually muster a genuine, lethal aura when needed.

But now it is clearly unnecessary, so she simply sits upright and looks at him, her eyes showing no blame, revealing how low that person's ability to rally others is.

Generally, it can only be described as tragic.

Of course, there's no need to be too harsh on that half‑baked goddess.

After all, being able to assemble this combination—especially getting that drunkard and that simpleton to show up—is no easy feat.

One doesn't listen to people; the other appears and disappears unpredictably.

For a high‑school girl who has only a little over a month of vacation and must subtract at least two weeks to spend time playing around with her same‑age girlfriends (Rabo Rikku, Nanmu Ya, etc.), the biggest gain from the remaining time is comrades‑in‑arms coordination, not any camaraderie.

So although Aomo really wanted to laugh, given that this scene itself is not easy, he still held it in.

Even if one is not an educator, one should know the importance of emotional value.

Although he himself is the target, the demon still feels that the underlying significance of this scene is highly commendable.

This represents that a girl who, despite having a goddess's deeds, is still just a high‑school girl attempting to approach the unfamiliar, a field she once looked down on.

This is a change she makes for herself; only she must not mock it, and indeed she ought to respond with this cooperative performance.

She even feels some gratitude.

Because these words instantly pulled him out of the lingering thoughts weighing on his mind, a disjointed development brought an incongruous atmosphere, making it even harder for him to resume his original train of thought, instead giving him a sudden sense of relaxation.

"Why surrender? I still want to hear your excuse for dodging sanctions this time~"

The girl's tone, still striving to create a sense of oppression, hasn't lost any of its performative zeal despite her teammates' lack of cooperation.

"Maybe everyone wants to hear it, you know~!"

"Indeed." Aomo replied, looking at the three before him who couldn't even manage a nod of agreement, he strained to keep the corners of his mouth down.

"I've had the plan to repent ready from the start; I just don't know whether Miss Shinjo wants to read a thousand‑word self‑critique or hear two sincere words."

"Just two lines?!"

Someone finally couldn't hold back any longer; her sweet, cloying voice cracked, and though she hadn't really been angry, she was about to truly scold him with two sentences—until she saw the other party suddenly turn around, leaving her unable to utter a single protest.

"Hah..."

Seeing the girl being hard‑controlled by the youth, Ling let out a yawn, then glanced at the nearby Skadi whose eyes had lit up, feeling there was nothing more to say, she turned to Texas: "Is this enough?"

"Should be?"

Looking at the little Xie struggling in Aomo's arms but unable to break free, Texas answered uncertainly.

"Going by past experience, she shouldn't be able to hold that stance this way."

"This time isn't particularly special either," Ling said, glancing back and shaking her head, "Let's go set out dishes in the living room—want a couple of drinks?"

She doesn't pick who she drinks with.

She can chat and drink with anyone, self‑serve is fine, and she doesn't aim to get anyone drunk; she just occasionally wants a bit of excitement and thinks about giving a certain demon a thorough fill.

Who lets him be locked down by reason so rigidly?

The current method of breaking the impasse looks reckless, but in fact it's just gauging everyone's tolerance; this itself is a kind of morbid rationality, letting what should be desire‑driven male‑female relations become tainted with impure thoughts.

Although this is also one of his charms, it also somewhat makes the other party doubt their own charm, and it's not a good thing.

Sometimes one still wants to see him truly let loose; although telling him outright would make him comply, more often everyone prefers to hint.

On this topic, frank speech without burden is still Ishamara's exclusive patent; even Texas finds it hard to shake, but everyone has their own ways, and clearly Ling's method is the simplest and crudest of them.

Just pull them into the dream and it's done!

In the dream, everyone can let down their guard; even getting the demon drunk is possible, and when it's both a dream and drunk—a double‑tag bonus situation—it can carry many counter‑mechanisms that the two themselves would find hard to voice.

One can only say that in the specific cultural exchanges of the two Terras, both sides benefit greatly; the dream as DLC content is truly not lacking compared to the base game, and can even at times surpass it.

But such surpassing isn't something everyone wants; at least Xie and Qiena prefer a plain, ordinary development, with an occasional stimulating twist being enough.

Any more and even they themselves couldn't bear it.

It just so happens that these two people—one has a stable job, the other has stable schooling—and furthermore, each has their own leisure-time social activities and occasional interests.

Often one must face some stimulation that feels good for a moment, but then looking back, several days' worth of schedules, studies, work, etc., are all ruined, and one has to make up for it extra.

Probably also for this reason, Dekesasisi's manner of getting along with Aomo during the vacation is also the most contrasting.

It even completely overturns Aomo's previous impression of her, making her altogether proactive and clingy; the share of Aomo's free time she takes up, when figured out, slightly surpasses Qian's, which is quite contrary to common sense.

So calculated, the vacation can also be regarded as a release of those desires she usually suppresses in daily life; at the very least it should be counted as a frenzied period that only appears upon entering the second stage.

But unfortunately, it's currently a workday.

She can only remain stuck at the first stage, unable to advance or retreat; owing to her tumultuous life and exceptionally unique background, which together produce low desire and low demand, she becomes the team's most laid-back member, second only to Ling.

"Just two cups."

Even responding to Ling's invitation is in the same style as her boyfriend, which makes Ling somewhat laugh and cry; looking over there, finally begging for relief, this year can be considered as entering eighteen years old, the pink‑haired JK, and beside her is the one who will be twenty next month, the demon.

"That's fine too."

She muttered contentedly and happily.

"About two cups each."