Chapter 1482: NO.98: Bi Ze

NO. 98: Bi Ze 2. Extraterrestrial Homecoming

The senior year at East Flame Style School is always plain and dull in the literal sense.

Especially certain key high schools.

That school life doesn't nurture people, but it trains them.

Without a doubt, when everyone in the class is striving to improve in their own ways, even if you want to slack off, any weak will to slack will be hijacked by the collective will!

Same ambition, same involution!

And as a Bi-surname transmigrator with a similarly quirky personality and thought process, once cursed by friends as 'tmd there's an alien!', Bi Ze's will is naturally——

not strong-willed.

If he wanted to be tenacious, he wouldn't be stuck there living on welfare day after day, binding himself to the Bright Lord as a foster father—no foster father, but a Great Immortal.

He would immediately go bet on horses, win win win, then grope grope grope.

Without a doubt, Bi Ze is a very go-with-the-flow person, but he is also very good at giving up.

He would claim to have eaten too much societal crap in his old world before transmigrating, then here he'd quickly slump into a lump, only starting to struggle a bit when his brothers apply some pressure.

But if his brothers' elite lives become too elite, the gap too wide—then he'd lose the drive to catch up and cool off rapidly.

Such people are common, yet not common.

What's uncommon is that he indeed has some vision, knows contentment, enjoys helping others, and has never truly angered a friend.

The bland yet diversified experiences he had in his hometown shaped his attitude toward life, and the elements in this world that correspond to what he knows let him feel somewhat out of place yet not too out of place with the locals.

This gives his quirky personality considerable limits; thrown into a senior year cram class, he could be considerably corrected, as if the saying 'do a few more problem sets and you'll become honest' applied.

If such a rigid, pre-transmigration life continued, he would likely become as ordinary and dull as before, with diverse thoughts rotting in his mind, not intending to let any slip outward.

But obviously, that tense, oppressive environment like the initial Japanese workplace is only temporary.

It's not that Boundary Gate District lacks such workplaces; rather, the Terra Federation gives him as a transmigrant far more options than his homeland, even allowing higher-standard welfare to let him loaf more comfortably than before.

Of course, he hasn't decided whether he should loaf.

The era he's in isn't tense enough to demand a conclusion.

Simply, after genuinely giving up the normal course of meeting and dating women, choosing to buy a girlfriend-type maid android and signing a respect contract, his wavering inner compass shifted several notches toward progress.

Before graduation age, it's unknown what job he'll ultimately take, or whether he'll simply become an unemployed vagrant.

Even if he has a slight desire to improve things with his girlfriend, right now he's merely pushed by the class environment to advance, then quickly loses steam during vacation, thinking about playing, thinking about being intimate—the frequency of hanging out with brothers has plummeted off a cliff!

Of course, this is also because the vacation is too short—just gaming and being intimate already leave no time to actually meet brothers in person.

Similarly feeling time-starved, Aomo, who is lacking in all senses, quite understands his recent lack of movement, even feeling a bit grateful.

If it were David, Grace, Clara, the Xiangyu siblings, etc., occasionally coming over to play these two months, he would have great difficulty stealing time from other processes in his plan, sometimes unable to scrape any together, only able to awkwardly decline their visit intentions.

We'll talk later, get in touch when free. jpg

Although that's what you often hear in life's lies, you can only trust the earnestness of a lying demon when it comes to these kinds of promises.

He really does keep count, just as he recently told Bi Ze, 'I happen to owe Qiena a few invitations to work together'—the detail being that Qiena had several times casually asked if he had time, which he similarly brushed off casually, only to later suddenly bring it up, asking if the other party had made arrangements.

—His main move is a sudden spin, leaving the other party dazed or startled, belatedly realizing.

He remembers them all, whether sincerely agreed to or those that were merely perfunctory offhand remarks.

Of course, if you were to act like a certain Feathered Serpent, leveraging your status as an office member to daily high-intensity presence‑boosting, full of tricks and slipping in hints, openly or covertly suggesting whether he should fulfill those few 'rewards' he once agreed to, he would remember them but then do his utmost to evade.

Even if you actively help, actively join work to share his burden—he'll only become an NT cursing gravity, doing his best to ignore the other's non‑work invitations, lest he wake up one day to see that person's slightly inhuman grin.

That really adds frost to his life, which is still in debt.

Just dealing with a few girlfriends and another office member who imitates but with a hint of Handan‑learning‑by‑imitation makes him already overly 'real‑life full', soon leaving no time to check Bi Ze's water meter.

Although he once considered learning some clone‑like techniques to improve his situation, the most popular cloning method in class is autonomous‑type clones, while he himself prefers puppet‑type.

Perhaps this shows an extreme control complex, but Aomo admits he's uneasy entrusting his busy work and social companionship to a clone of his own personality.

Rather than entrusting those self‑substitutes, he'd rather learn puppet arts to 'manual operate'.

After all, he already possesses the essential premise of this school—multithreaded thinking—so he can truly say, 'I was born to do this line of work!'

—That said, the recent screening and gathering work has been handed over to the Witch Beast.

He isn't in a hurry to hastily learn it either, after all, the King of Beasts‑related sudden events, together with Bicuikes's sudden progress, and the Sirius training requiring high‑intensity focus, already occupy three‑quarters of his daily activity time.

Even though hearing this makes it seem he should urgently grab a Buddha's foot and learn a clone technique to relieve the burning need, any clone that could truly relieve that urgency, learned on the spot, would generally fall short of using the Rainbow Snake God's authority to slip a Rainbow Stone Ring onto each key figure as a divine descent medium.

Not needing to appear immediately, but to be able to attach at any time, observe its surroundings, and hear its report.

This is more convenient than stationing a multi‑person meeting room, and for the current busyness it's sufficient.

After all, whether it's the King of Beasts or Bicuikes's side, there's no need for him to personally stand there.

Bicuikes, while serving as Juanzhang and returning to headquarters work, simultaneously sends people to monitor the related cases.

King of Beasts……

The King of Beasts stands at the gate just like Aomo does.

After Aomo somehow got hold of a set of silver‑black full‑cover armor that made Bi Ze squint, feeling oddly familiar, the two of them were like two door gods.

One victorious, the other majestic and towering, making Bi Ze have no spare thought to recall where he'd seen such a huge frame, with even the interface's mechanical structure simulated in silvery‑white armor; seeing them stand behind him left and right, each step heavy and oppressive, made his heart tighten with anxiety.

"I say," he whispered very softly, "This won't give us away, will it?"

'Bodyguards are allowed to enter, and can also be regarded as promotional cosplay—no problem.'

Without a mental detector on site, genuine secret communication still relies on telepathy; the voice sounding in Bi Ze's mind is quite normal, still the familiar Aomo Lindun.

But looking again at that over‑two‑meter‑tall figure, resembling a demon stuffed inside a huge mechanical armor, when he noticed the gaze slightly lowered and asked 'What's up?', the processed deep electronic voice really made him want to think 'Who the hell is this?'

Although I don't know what role he's playing, he's performing it with the usual vigor.

"Nothing, nothing." He said softly, turning his head to glance around at the ubiquitous horse girls and aliens here—both types completely unfamiliar to him, not present in his mobile games or special effects exposure.

According to him, this is an 'original domain', so he's completely clueless, not recognizing a single thing.

Unfamiliar with the surroundings, brother still wore a beast-faced shoulder armor, looking like a big, burly man; at first glance he seemed like a pale-faced scholar, which made him feel especially uneasy.

He couldn't help but shout in an even lower voice:

I mean me—I'm really nervous!

Being nervous is appropriate; you love Uma Musume, you also envy the power of monsters—now is the time for double otaku ecstasy, so you should be nervous.

Is that the explanation?!

When someone asks you, just say that.

Then what should I do?

'Hit people.'

What?

'Hit around randomly! Walk around every corner here as much as possible.'

Alright!

Suddenly, he regained his confidence, letting a pair of blood-red radiance and azure light fall behind him at the same time.

You should have said earlier! This kind of thing is a breeze!