Chapter 1706: with translation of chapter title

NO. 321: The undisputed No. 1 work

The artificial bay simulating the Okinawa archipelago not only conceals its vegetation, it can be described as profoundly secluded.

And at the fireworks evening where countless colored lights were lit to create the festival atmosphere and some high-power artificial lights were turned off.

Those inconspicuous shady groves in the forest can be said to be the first choice for many couples who, when their feelings run deep, get hot‑headed and interact.

Perhaps it's because they don't care about the island's security surveillance that covers most areas. After all, just as Aomo dares to directly recycle monster models in front of Jie De, this surveillance blockade is not hard to achieve.

The difficulty is that your blockade method won't alarm the security department's serious response.

The crudest and most violent way of interfering with surveillance often brings an official text message to all visitors on the island: 'Coordinate area, that is xxx area, surveillance abnormality detected, please stay away and remain calm.'

And as the interferer, you can also receive a distinctive text message, usually containing a warning and a fine.

Of course, you can also openly give others benefits, and in this subjective matter, this batch of uninhibited couples are actually quite lucky.

—— encountering a kind soul willing to help them save face.

Formless, soundless, substance‑less darkness fills the forest, limiting what can be seen, limiting sound transmission, and further limiting the whole cognition of the world.

However, the vast majority of people who venture into the forest don't realize this, after all, in their eyes there is only the overlapping touch and warmth of each other.

As for being too quiet, too dark… isn't that how the forest at night should be?

Those who still choose to walk into the woods despite the lively festival streets and stalls densely covered with colorful lights under the warm lamps will not mind the darkness and quiet of the woods, and may even remark that today's forest setting is truly ideal.

Completely unaware that all of this is under the gaze of a certain golden vision.

"You don't need to strain yourself to pay attention to everything; rather, you only need to notice familiar faces."

In the depths of that darkness, Aomo Lindun handed coffee to the silent little girl.

It wasn't pointed out what exactly she had seen that caused her face to flush red on the basis of her scattered gaze, leaving her silent and unable to utter a word—this phenomenon, like some red‑text hypnosis script, is understood by anyone with experience.

Thinking that the other party is still a minor, Aomo would like to immediately interrupt this intense process, but the petite black‑haired horse girl is not only a referee, but also half the organizer—the harmless darkness that blankets the entire forest, rich yet showing extreme fine control, is not something that can be replaced by the dark sorcery of the Black Special or the dark power of Dark Zaki.

This is precisely the field in which the evil god excels.

But then again, speaking of which...

Although monster cards can do more than just 'packaging'—they can fully cover your present existence with information—allowing you to completely embody the posture and power shown on the card face, and even occupy the existential vacancy of that being in this universe.

But the vast majority of users remain at the 'packaging' stage—just moving about in that magical skinsuit, far from truly embodying a monster, let alone being able to speak on equal terms with the evil gods.

The distance between them requires talent and sweat; in other words, it also equals needing time.

Indeed, for those who harbor dreams, time is naturally precious—no second can be wasted—and even the horse girls who must sweat on the track should not spend too much energy on temporary extra hobbies.

But fortunately, she has a trainer willing to give their all.

That trainer is willing to ponder in her training, to combine two seemingly unrelated trainings excellently, allowing her to truly achieve two-way progress, achieving this result now.

To be honest, it's quite taxing.

Even without those weird, under‑18 images getting in the way, she is still giving her all in the process of making the black mist safe, exerting twelve‑percent effort to chase the evil god's instinct that drives like an arm.

So when Aomo sees her attention elsewhere causing her gaze to scatter and sweat to appear on her forehead, he knows this has nothing to do with those under‑18 little red‑face segments.

"When they stop and approach, you can also gather in the darkness a bit—this trip will be a little easier."

"Hmm…" her gaze didn't refocus, but she also let out a nasal sound as an acknowledgment—Chazuo continued to serve as referee and site construction work.

However, the area of this dense forest and deep darkness cannot really be called truly dark‑covered, because there is a bonfire here.

There are also the tents and many camping tools used when climbing the mountain a few days ago.

Furthermore, others, relying on their own abilities, quickly shuttle between the festival stalls and the deep forest, so this small table has not only freshly made food, but also snacks from the festival.

"How come you all got to eat?! I'm the only one running around and still haven't eaten?!"

Well, there's also the Teqiju Juanzhang of the border gate area who came over and couldn't hold back.

"Alright, alright, you've worked hard, come sit." No need for Aomo to comfort—Ling already stepped forward, placed hands on Biqieke's shoulders, and pushed her closer.

"I passed by the Star Bear stall and the Shining Clean stall but didn't get those snacks…"

"You've worked hard," Qielenina also raised her hand, picked up a skewer of meat still sizzling with fat on the grill, to counter her awkward remark: "Want to eat?"

""

"Eat!"

In a brief stare, she snatched the skewer and chewed it fiercely; Biqieke turned to look at Aomo, immediately making him raise his hands: "Hey, I don't have anything to eat here."

"... cough, cough cough cough."

That remark, which could have made him laugh angrily, instead choked her.

It also made Aomo rush forward to lightly pat her back, and with a mage's hand he quickly fetched a cup of water to hand over: "Slowly, slowly… come, water."

"Well… you, was I just too fierce?"

"Very fierce," Aomo hadn't answered yet, but Xi, sitting on the small folding stool poking the fire, looked up and said, "That's totally the expression of wanting to eat the little snake right on the spot."

"I wouldn't recommend doing this so early," Huorhaiya, holding a hot drink nearby, also looked up and said, looking at the unexpectedly star‑filled sky, "Some people are also looking forward to that fireworks."

"Cough, what are you talking about? There are still kids here!" Shuhaiya, unable to tolerate such topics being discussed publicly, glanced at Chazuo, and seeing the other's red little face felt a sense of mission to protect children's healthy growth.

"What a nice joke, Shuhaiya Juanzhang." Huorhaiya chuckled lightly.

"What joke?"

"Don't you think about why those children and young people in your eyes are here now?"

"I…"

"Alright," Aomo sighed, "Why argue over such a good atmosphere? Let's show a joke to the first person who arrived."

"Oh?"

At the sound of those words, even the badger who was still teaching Isamara about other functions of the automated folding tent turned its head along with everyone else, following Aomo's gaze to look at the pair of golden eyes lighting up in the darkness.

Those golden eyes drew nearer, gradually revealing from the darkness a familiar yet unfamiliar long‑haired figure.

Wearing a rare yukata, holding a familiar tree branch, and with a nose patch not seen in a while, Narita Hakujin gazed at the trainer, who also met her gaze directly.

"You're very perceptive, Hakujin."

Isn't that a matter of course?