Chapter 1459

NO. 75: The Most Self-Restrained Episode

"Huh? It can actually be related to that little snake's boss entity?"

I thought you two would never have any interaction again.

A thousand-word confession is mostly just joking, but that evening's encounter makes for perfectly fine gossip.

The trainer's job isn't secretive; even if it involves the privacy of the horse girls, there's no big mouth present that can't be trusted.

Even the seemingly loose-lipped drunkard and pink-haired JK could enjoy, from Aomo, the ultimate trust that Sai Luo and Jie De could only dream of.

It's not some boyfriend filter; simply, those who are usually casual and frivolous often keep tighter lips in their specific fields than those who are serious in attitude.

Of course, the latter does not include Qierenina and Yishamara.

One who has been a classic gangster and a deep-sea hunter can easily be distinguished from ordinary people in guarding certain things—although saying that, if you chant that kind of thing to the latter as the Faction's leader, it actually implies a subtle fact.

If the initial birth does not set permissions, then all Faction members share a secret. jpg

However, this point alone is nothing to worry about.

A certain demon who usually has many thoughts and is quite foresighted had long warned the initial birth to set limits on some memories.

Especially regarding private life.

Aomo didn't really want to hear that billions of Faction members would rush to download and watch videos of him appearing in ballgames; that… that was too weird, not even in his dreams.

Fortunately, even if Ishamara doesn't care about this at all, her side as a deep-sea hunter still precious ly has a sense of shame.

Moreover, there's no need for left-and-right sparring; Aomo hopes that the two votes supported by Scati will be enough to let Ishamara take an action that makes the whole Faction uneasy:

Then let's add a lock. jpg

The Faction members have always only had distinctions in rank based on nutrition and division of labor.

Although that rank is tied to permissions, in practice there aren't many encrypted files that can keep countless Faction members out.

However, not long after arriving here, an encrypted file suddenly appeared in everyone's super network.

An encrypted file that could let the initial birth announce that all individuals, including those highly evolved existences solely beneath the initial birth, are not allowed to view……

The whole Faction was once unusually uneasy, yet also clung to the consistent simple-mindedness of early artificial individuals, speculating that this was probably some major secret of this world.

With the Faction's convenient information transmission, their speculation would also flow back to Ishamara, and then be passed on to Aomo.

The attitude here is naturally:

Leave it alone!

Given that the old-timers from Rhodes Island mostly can't get along with the Faction, and even have grudges, the major mystery circulating within the Faction can only stay internal, not be transmitted outward, so there's indeed no need to bother with it.

What truly needs to spread among those nearby is the strange soul encountered by the Sirius Symbol.

When this matter involves the Beast King, the nature of the rumor has already changed, becoming something those around Aomo are qualified to know, for this itself signifies a potential hazard.

A potential hazard of 'if the situation expands, it could easily affect those around'.

Of course, even in Aomo's view, the possibility of such a hazard is too small.

That soul appeared during the Heavenly Gate fluctuations; the whole incident seemed to be triggered by this large-scale dimensional quake, rather than being some man-made product.

The Sirius Symbol's own speculation and judgment can also serve as certain corroboration.

If it were a disaster caused by the old-timers of the Symbol family, the scale wouldn't reach this far; this incident would be purely accidental, and if we didn't make extra efforts here, there would likely be no follow-up.

Will the Sirius Symbol make an effort?

Aomo isn't quite sure.

The woman he knows will definitely do something; even if it's just speculation, she will act on it, without a doubt!

Yet the woman's appearance as she walked out of the medical department's mental testing room was exuberant, proud of her mental enhancement gains, as if already daydreaming about her performance on the field.

Her emphasis on that match is also unquestionable, after all it's been the cornerstone of her years of dedication.

Only by first winning the Canaan Cup does her challenge against that lofty childhood sweetheart have any room to be realized.

Therefore, the remaining days of the field, barely over ten, should be devoted wholeheartedly to preparation.

Is there room for her to divert effort?

Both sides are exceptionally sound inferences opposing each other, making it hard for him to decide, yet only clear what he should do.

He informed this matter to several girlfriends waiting for him to return before eating at the dinner table, not to ask their opinions, but simply as a 'hazard avoidance' report.

Don't be clueless when the time comes, and don't make wrong judgments when something happens.

Aomo Lindun has always disliked the omissions caused by information discrepancies; for that perhaps interfering with his original schedule planning and indirectly affecting his space with his girlfriends, he naturally wants to make it clear.

Unfortunately, this decision is only for future risk avoidance, and it offers no benefit to the present interaction.

Even worse, it not only brings no benefit but can also provoke clear dissatisfaction, turning what was merely a little flirtatious prelude into a more concrete punishment.

——

"Hey, you alright? What were you doing last night, you're so tired? Won't it affect training?"

Early the next day, the Sirius Symbol arrived as scheduled, obviously like the other side he had guessed yesterday, placing great importance on the match.

Even worrying in reverse that his coming would be bad for this condition.

"No, it's you who's being trained, not me."

"You wouldn't… have stayed up late handling my affairs, would you? It shouldn't be that exaggerated."

His tired gaze, slightly dark eye circles—the Sirius Symbol knows a demon's physique wouldn't become like this from ordinary late nights; instead he thought that after this guy left yesterday, he still had to deal with the police showing up over the soul‑transmigration case, and inevitably he further connected his own incessant worries with this guy's habit of meddling.

If… if he has to try this hard, it somehow leaves me at a loss for what to say……

"Although I don't know what you're thinking, I suggest you dispel the speculation."

"If I just say I was surrounded by my girlfriends,' though I wouldn't mind saying it in front of such an adult, playboy‑type guy as the Sirius Symbol, after thinking it over I still feel a bit indecent, and I don't know how the other side might latch onto it and hound me relentlessly.

To keep his enthusiasm for her on this matter, Aomo decided to keep his mouth shut.

Yes, if he throws out a topic and lets the other side run with it, even someone as mild‑tempered as him would lower his 'work' enthusiasm.

"Then tell me what you were up to last night—you weren't out having fun with your girlfriends the night before I have to train you, were you?"

Maybe we should praise her for not saying that industry slang 'horse jump', and even using the restrained term 'happy'?

Aomo indeed heard Sirius's countermeasure, and could also sense her effort to try to get along harmoniously with himself, but unfortunately she was right.

Although not completely happy, especially when he was busy with urgent affairs, Ling Qiena instead 'betrayed' to go with Xiao Qian, helping Yi Sha Ma La recreate the gameplay from some days before.

He was busy with many things last night.

Sometimes he received guests gently, sometimes he contacted and communicated seriously, sometimes he held solemn video calls; but when receiving guests, how he was stimulated by the dream-person, while typing, enduring how he was teased by reality, and during video calls, what the picture at the bottom of the screen showed—truly only a well-read friend could imagine.

Bu dui!

Seems like something's not quite right!

Also being well-read, in Aomo's impression such plots are basically the situation where the genders are reversed, which is only fitting.

When he needed to race against time to receive the police interview and soul recovery, the plan to remake Sirius, and successively contact various transmigrator organizations, while knowing all kinds of avenues, these few just kept increasing in intensity, their tactics becoming more and more outrageous, truly giving them a way to find the dungeon mechanism.

But the most important thing is that after Aomo finished his work, he also had no heart for 'revenge'.

Just thinking about having to continue being busy the next day, he only wanted to rest.

But he obviously didn't deserve to faint, so he ended up in this state.

That late-night encounter after his busy work made even martial arts masters say it was only a sword discussion.

Even now, the demon doesn't have a withered face, just an especially weary look.

Most of it happened while he was still sitting in the chair, being tossed about.

Those important things cannot be neglected.

Precisely because he couldn't let go of even a little, the torment became especially clear; looking again at that spirited, full-of-energy brown-haired woman…

Who exactly conducted willpower training yesterday? We'll just stay in the dark for now.