Chapter 1462: NO.78: Not always a bad thing

NO. 78: Not always a bad thing

【Dear Mr. Aomo Lindun, your relevant permissions have been completely frozen; if you have any questions, you may go to the nearest government office to file an appeal……】

【You have violated Article x of the 《Holy Terra Federation Dimensional Planning Act》……】

【Dear Mr. Aomo Lindun, your relevant permissions have been completely unfrozen; for details, please check via the online service counter or nearest unit……】

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Many who first attempt multithreading, trying to reach the state of divided attention from complete meaning, are prone to side effects such as dizziness, blurred vision, splitting headaches, even hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.

These are normal.

Human evolution is too slow to keep up with the magnificent wonders built by wisdom; we can only rely on external forces likewise forged by wisdom to strengthen and compensate.

But such external compensation struggles to account for individual differences, hence the aforementioned side effects.

In this process, if foreign blood mixes in—say, as a half-demon or a demon—it can ease the hardware‑software integration pressure; though not born at the finish line, one can at least stand in the final stretch, then simply sprint with the last leg.

Aomo Lindun is just like that—already on a shortcut, and the monster cards are another shortcut, so he has never suffered those problems.

Until now.

Even now, it is only the beginning of that day.

Chatting with the black sheep about Sirius, also watching Aomo Lindun sprinting under Sirius, he had just drawn a conclusion from observation and sought to make it clearer, so he lifted the stack of cards he always carries.

The thick stack fluttered down like falling petals, each spinning on its own trajectory, straight into the training field barrier that normally repels any outsider attempting to enter training.

Because they are part of the training, they were incorporated into the training mode from the start when Aomo first DIY‑built the training field.

"Next, pay attention to the cards on the training field."

"Each card will be given a highlight by the system and hover at various points on the track."

"They are all active, waiting for you and influencing you, making your thoughts wander on the field and causing your steps to hesitate."

"Not being affected by them is today's training goal—let me see your resolve!"

After speaking, he opened the training field system's operation panel; yet Aomo, who had gained something from the multitasking terminal, had just fixed a meeting time and place with the commander of Grey Raven Agency when the messages came in succession and the network even dropped for a moment.

But within two seconds, an apologetic message arrived, giving him only time to blink as he watched the information, which looked like a hallucination, auto‑delete from his mailbox and then vanish in the webpage's built‑in quick refresh.

Such permissions do indeed lend the messages a bit more credibility.

"Witch Beast, are you busy?"

"No, what's up? Got work or a battle? Or is that Baral Beast X guy jumping around again?!"

People influence each other, and the same generally holds for demons and Digital Beasts.

After getting along with Aomo Lindun for a while, Witch Beast also developed the habit of guessing upon seeing someone and speaking her guess; but compared to Aomo's insight that can change a person's expression, her reasoning still has a way to go.

"There's an intrusion; I originally suspected as much."

"Huh? I don't feel anything—I haven't seen any abnormal phenomena or suspicious figures here, and even your dad hasn't shown up."

"It's normal for him not to come."

Aomo knows his stepfather has recently been hooked on a RTS game that crosses over with Castlevania, playing daily with Vlad versus Dracula; the chat logs make Aomo want to speak but hold back, all he can say is that the two are just having fun.

This cyber foster father may not have the knack for finding a net‑mom, but he has formed the Evening Sun Brothers, marching together in a long‑campaign gaming vibe, leaving the foster son only able to say it's pretty good.

Anyway, the cyber‑hacker exam flopped again; he had thought about giving him a Digital Beast partner, but if he could find some old comrades who stick together, that would also be a decent substitute—even if it includes the ominous Alexis Kailifu, Aomo reluctantly acknowledges his strength as superior to an ordinary Digital Beast.

"What's abnormal is that my mailbox seems to have been tampered with—are you sure there's no trace?"

"Mailbox tampering? Let me check."

That voice fell silent for a moment, then replied: "No abnormal data, are you sure it's been tampered with?"

"I'm not sure—note that I said it's only suspected."

"Then I say there's no abnormality." Witch Beast retorted impatiently.

Had it been her former self, she truly wouldn't have the patience to argue over these two lines, but after a few months with this partner she's grown accustomed to his habit of constantly trying to catch wind and shadow.

It's not hard to get used to; after all, when he claims to be catching wind and shadow but finds nothing, he simply says:

"Good."

He then promptly withdrew his data consciousness.

Accustomed Witch Beast went on with her previous task, while Aomo himself stared at the mailbox page restored to its original impression, silently flipping through memories and replaying them over and over.

He then raised his hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

This is definitely not an illusion caused by fatigue or multithreading incompatibility.

"Sir! Sir!"

Accompanying the shout were hurried footsteps drawing near; he turned to see a woman's head flying toward him.

Just the head flew at extreme speed, so much that the body was still lagging behind in pursuit.

However, when the head drew near and paused, the body having roughly caught up, the head instantly slipped back into the collar at the neck and performed a smooth sequence of a falling‑to‑the‑ground move.

"Terribly sorry! Terribly sorry! Sir!"

"The system earlier had a minor glitch!! The technical department is investigating!! Hope it caused you no trouble!!"

Clearly he's a regular visitor with no prior unpleasantness, yet Aomo always sees the training field staff showing him an unusually humble, even panicked, demeanor.

Just how is Xiaomei promoting herself in staff training?

"Get up—you haven't caused any trouble; on the contrary, your appearance helped me."

"Huh? Me? Did I help you, sir?"

"Exactly, you—your timely feedback spared me useless agonizing; thank you."

"Uh, you're welcome… you're welcome……"

"Hmm, keep busy with your original work; I temporarily need a quiet setting."

"Okay, alright."

There were also some flattered and startled girls, holding their heads and hurrying back, carrying the excited cry of 'Wow! The director thanked me!' as they faded away.

It also caused Aomo's smile to fade gradually; he then glanced around the spacious training field and turned his head back to look at the screen.

Can you tell me what happened?

He asked, as if speaking to the black goat on his head.

But the black goat remained silent, knowing Aomo wasn't asking it.

But when it was silent, only the wind whistling on the distant track could be heard, with no further response to Aomo's voice.

Is it another development where you don't want me to intervene?

He was truly just talking to himself, letting the black goat pick up the conversation from before:

Are you still going to see that commander lady?

Go, or rather, it's even more necessary to go after this.

He sighed, and Aomo rubbed his eyes, which always looked somewhat tired.

If we don't make contact, who knows what we might receive—maybe it's a wanted notice.