Chapter 1740: NO.354: Black Market, Challenge Again

NO. 354: Black Market, Challenge Again

NO. 354: Black Market, Challenge Again

Guardromon/Guardian Machine Beast, Maturity Stage, monitoring-type AI positioning, equipped with 360° infrared sensing array, scanning 50TB of data per second, important in detection activities that may be subject to anti-detection.

Detectivemon/Detective Beast, Growth Stage, Detective-type Digimon, equipped with optical camouflage "Vanish", the ability to crack and investigate cases recommended by notorious cracking teams.

Tactimon/Strategist Beast, Ultimate Stage, dual guarantee of combat power and intellect, although its true stage is the battlefield, but here it doesn't make much difference, right?

Although I'd like to answer you, but shouldn't you first adjust the distance between these three?

Under Xiangyu Tuòhǎi's introduction, the three Digimon lined up one by one; the Growth Stage beast sandwiched between the Maturity and Ultimate stages showed visible unease, and Aomo couldn't help but mutter about the lineup.

Thus, the red-haired one once hailed as the savior of the Digital World glanced sideways, then embarrassedly scratched the back of his head to go apologize to the Detective Beast.

"Oh! Sorry sorry! I didn't notice your feelings; actually you don't need to be so nervous, Tactimon is gentle with comrades, and Guardromon isn't an employee of the Steel Empire..."

"Looking like a newcomer, you shouldn't expect to get any more," the Bellstar Beast beside him suddenly said.

"Indeed, given Tuòhǎi's personality, that Detective Beast might have been forced into his hands by Ami." Aomo replied helplessly.

"Oh?"

"Pursuing victory, efficiency above all, that's my impression of Tuòhǎi, completely opposite to Ami, who loves raising and opening the encyclopedia, just wanting to befriend as many Digimon as possible."

"Efficiency above all?" the Bellstar Beast gazed at the young man bending over there, soothing the small Digimon.

"Really hard to imagine."

"The main manifestation of efficiency above all lies in route and team selection," Aomo explained, "those who can join his team are all carefully picked; while ability is satisfactory, personality and goals must also match, so the team atmosphere won't be bad either."

"Sounds pretty strong."

"So in that initial incident, he and his companions counted as the main force." Aomo nodded.

"Then I really want to give it a try."

"Let's go challenge it later," the Little Demon didn't dislike this combative nature of a partner, just the timing wasn't right, "the urgent matter is the investigation operation itself; once he's done comforting over there, we'll return to the Black Market."

"Won't we be surrounded again by a group of demon realm troops?"

"I'll answer that question," said Xiangyu Tuòhǎi as he walked back from his companions and waved.

"Have the hidden dangers been dealt with?"

"Taken care of… I want to say that, but where exactly is the hidden danger?" Tuòhǎi was speechless, feeling his old friend was making a fuss over nothing.

"Perhaps factors that could cause hesitation or error at critical moments count as hidden dangers," Aomo simply explained, "as long as they're settled, continue your unfinished answer."

"The topic has shifted, yet you still want me to speak?"

"Cherish your performance opportunity."

"Ha..." sighed the net-investigation leader, too lazy to argue that he never lacks performance opportunities, also simply said as the whole enthusiasm waned, "This time's disguise code is a version we, Tuòhǎi and Ami, worked out ourselves, without the Seven Great Demon Lords' marks, so it won't be easily seen through by their underlings."

"That would instead raise another problem from Bellson: 'Wouldn't it actually be too conspicuous?'"

"Among a group of people all bearing marks, having a few without marks—wouldn't that actually be more conspicuous?"

"They don't rely on marks for identification, but simply a glance that sees through; meaning our disguise will be taken as the true form. Come on," Tuòhǎi turned to grab a few completed badges from the console, "the classic attribute badges—honesty, bravery, knowledge, miracle, etc. —take whatever you like; want the friendship badge? Aomo."

"Is this your circle's customary way of criticism?"

"At least in the reset version, the friendship badge is a genuine friendship badge, right? You should give people a second chance."

""

"Indeed, the formerly aloof Little Aomo who tried to distance himself and sever ties, upon hearing this, sensed there was more behind the words, fell silent for a moment, then was handed a hope-badge style by the other party."

"If you don't like it, take this one; the Bellstar Beast's degenerate form is the Lady Devil Beast, right?"

"If you bring that up, the person involved will surely be unhappy…… Aomo hastily turned and grabbed the Bellstar Beast's wrist, which was spinning the gun flourish."

"Although each time he devolves from Ultimate, he deliberately bypasses the 'Perfect' stage as a transitional form—a habit the demons have grown accustomed to—this does not mean he overlooks the significance represented by this uniqueness."

"It's as if only one extreme of combat power and intellect can be accommodated. Whether it's the Witch Beast's state or the Bellstar Beast's turn, they never mention it—the skipped Lady Devil Beast stage perhaps hides some secret."

"But as a conclusion, the contradiction is always obvious."

"Hmm, just like that, give me a…"—before he finished speaking, a half-heart-shaped badge was tossed over; he caught it in one hand and watched Tuòhǎi smirk and walk away, feeling helpless.

"Such a joke, which wasn't funny to begin with, only becomes more out of place at this time."

"Or is this guy retaliating against me for making him switch teams earlier?"

"According to my understanding, Little Aomo isn't like that; he'd rather believe that the red-haired bro is simply of a nasty disposition."

"His emotional intelligence isn't low, but he clearly notices things yet pretends not to."

"He even tries to fan the flames, etc."

"That's what a nasty disposition is."

"Come on, yours," Aomo said, releasing his hand and pressing the badge into the other's palm, looking up at the Bellstar Beast whose gaze still lingered on Tuòhǎi, "don't get angry over a single remark, and I won't pry into what you don't want to say."

"…" Upon hearing that, the Bellstar Beast lowered its eyes, locked gazes with Aomo, fell silent for a moment, then gripped the badge.

"Afterward, she even retracted her figure back to a proportion of just over 1.7 meters."

"Holding the badge up to eye level, she couldn't help but wonder at its strange shape."

"By the way, partner, what badge is this?"

"Love Badge." Aomo said lightly.

"Love?"

"Strictly speaking, it's AijounoMonshou/Love Badge, but this is love in the Jidong sense, a sum total of familial love, romantic love, and friendship."

"Then is the friendship badge you mentioned really necessary?"

"... Good question, quite a unique angle, but regardless of whether those seven badges ought to exist, they've indeed been recorded in the relics of the main Digital World since ancient times, so we usually just call it the Love Badge."

"This way, concepts like empathy are also folded in," Tuòhǎi, having tidied up those earlier tables, walked over, continuing his speech while the Tyranno Machine in his hand traced a black void, "I'm all set over there; how about you? Didn't we agree to hurry?"

"Of course we're in a hurry."

"Little Aomo glanced up at the terminal alarm he'd set nine minutes ago; there were still six minutes left."

By comparison, the alarms showing the training schedules of the other few related horse girls are more relaxed.

While controlling the puppet, he also glanced twice at the progress in the training field.

Then he said:

"Just go straight."

(End of chapter)