Chapter 1718: NO. 332: Duan Cheng Mountain (Part 1)

NO. 332: Duan Cheng Mountain (Part 1)

Although he is a demon-human hybrid with clear origins, Aomo Lindun's inhuman traits in childhood only manifested in his personality and preferences.

In terms of bloodline and talent, he truly was like an ordinary mortal.

Even his early enlightenment relied on the aid of technological crystal cores, rather than the Demon Realm District's usual method of pulling bloodline and soul.

Thus, this demon has liked tech-related things since childhood; the major social field he paid most attention to was not the various societies and gatherings in the Demon Net channels, but the various forums on the terminal network.

Umastagram was what he came into contact with at that time.

Yes, this is a rather unconventional point.

Even those media people who immediately gathered information about him after Aomo Lindun became an online celebrity didn't notice—Little Aomo was not first exposed to horse-girl culture by Molisen being taken to the Border Gate District.

He had been browsing Umastagram since he was a few years old, and even in the earliest days he used a pure visitor account.

But because of the visitor account's castrated functions, he at the time only glanced at Umastagram superficially and soon forgot about it.

After a few weeks, he on a whim browsed a few more times, formally registered an account, then simply skimmed it and again forgot about it.

This very much fits the typical fickle nature of a few-year-old child.

Especially, the children's education at the Demon Realm District orphanage does not emphasize strictness but freedom, and even willing to help on each child's birthday, allowing them to make a wish costing no more than five figures.

What does that mean?

It means that, compared to children under most family education, the kids here have more time and channels to exposure to the colorful world, and are more prone to getting lost in it.

But we also know that Aomo Lindun is not among those who got lost.

Although he only stayed there for a few years before Molisen took him away, his birthday wishes during those years were all extremely ordinary requests—like the latest children's electronic terminals of the time, swapping out memory-specialized crystal cores, communal meals that everyone had, and so on. If it weren't for his everyday performance serving as stronger proof, the adults might truly have overlooked this excellent rough gem in the annual internal education conference.

Of course, the result didn't change much.

Molisen's taking Little Aomo away couldn't be called smooth sailing; at least it was reasonable and proper, and not even the caretakers, including Han Na Mama, interfered with that journey based on a mutual contract.

Thus, Little Aomo stepped onto the land of the East Asian Cultural Sphere together with Molisen Lindun, registering there as Aomo Lindun's ID—on this basis, he instead encountered some lack of freedom.

After all, compared to the carefree life of having food and clothing provided at the orphanage, just needing to attend classes and go online to surf everywhere, once he entered the Border Gate District he was quickly pushed into the stage of calculating living expenses, textbook fees, and various miscellaneous costs.

Even surfing the internet was no longer all-encompassing—the network here in the Border Gate District seemed to be wrapped by some kind of isolation wall, with big data pushes always leaning more toward local matters compared to other districts.

Little Aomo even once suspected that the local search engine's algorithm was biased toward horse-girl related content.

Then, before he could personally test it, he already saw the related topic and its conclusion on the forum.

After he, with his practical spirit, followed the predecessors' verification route to test a bit, he then activated those internet engines originally used in the Demon Realm District amidst unfathomable complexity, thereby gradually drifting from the known image of Aomo Lindun.

Like a high-speed water-absorbing sponge. With a crystal core aiding total memory capacity to absorb all knowledge, he then digested what he saw through slight practice and massive observation comparison. The distance between little Aomo Lindun and his peers thus widened greatly, and he first stood out on the network.

Naturally, it couldn't be a real name.

Even his personality differed from his real-life aloofness.

Umastar was Aomo Lindun's earliest experiment with 'exposure' and 'concealment', also can be said the earliest skin suit. Since it was also his earliest attempt, his initial footprints were scattered all over, his speech and attitude varied somewhat, with many flaws and loopholes.

But fortunately, at first most people didn't have to stand under the spotlight, so Umastar still had plenty of room to make up for those leaks.

By the time he truly gained some fame, it was no longer the period when he had just created the account at age ten.

His age had already been pushed to fourteen.

Four years.

To be frank, considering the operational time for an account intended to develop into a large public account, this accumulated time is somewhat too long.

But you only need to know that he initially didn't put much effort into operating this account, and that he had several hesitations and then direction changes in its operation direction, and you'll easily understand why he could fuss for so long before gaining a few hundred thousand followers and trying to reach a million.

And even more so, he wasn't a student with lots of free time back then.

—He also had to work-study.

He also had to spend time outside doing nothing in particular, just wandering around, looking at the same 'loafing', then buying groceries, cooking, doing homework, and later having to set aside time for regular deep cleaning… With all that, you'd probably end up admiring that he still had the capacity to run a relatively professional account.

He could even squeeze out time to play games.

A true master of time management is undoubtedly someone cultivated like this from childhood, and even by the end of his teenage years he could pass on this skill and spirit to juniors—indeed, even his growth trajectory would be the same.

Just like another long-established account, which for years only had modest growth, suddenly starting one day it made a big increase, ultimately achieving a super-large-span leap in follower count within a few months—countless people praised that selfie angel's cute playfulness, and also somewhat felt that the kid probably met some benefactor or scout who made him become this perceptive.

But they would hardly associate that with the popular-science writer on the mentor route.

After all, Umastar had announced its retreat from the net earlier, and only after several months did it become the time for Ka Lian Jiang to rise rapidly.

Even if there was a slight overlap in their fan bases, it wouldn't lead to the absurd notion of Ka Lian Jiang imprisoning Umastar in a basement to make it work.

This, this can't be—let the weird fiction circulate in the dark; if it's brought to light, it will only get the parties involved blocked, and may even lead to fan network violence or doxxing.

The selfie angel might be an angel, but among the fans there could also be airdropped-flame angels.

So what are the facts?

The facts, based on Aomo himself having already guessed seven-seven-eight-eight.

Sharing those guessed memories, remembering the guessing process, and even more remembering the guessing results, Little Aomo also had no doubt about this.

Only regarding the 'true clever' related memory fragment, he, because his current age is low enough, could in recall nearby select and directly carve out a segment of childhood memory that hasn't been deleted.

That memory concerns the words he typed out, a small help he never took to heart.

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