Chapter 1748: NO.362: Don't expect too much from illegal things

NO. 362: Don't expect too much from illegal things.

NO. 362: Don't expect too much from illegal things.

The X antibody is a good thing.

Not only do the Seven Demon Lords have it, but Digimon that provoke the Seven Demon Lords also have it!

This is obviously also part of the past that the Witchmon hid from its partner, but frankly, Little Aomo feels nothing about it.

Although the purpose of communication is to avoid concealment, communication between people is always accompanied by concealment. Regardless of subjective will, the inherent limitations of people's expressive and comprehension abilities are the greatest shackles. From "You say... what?!" and "What are you saying?!" to "It's not like saying it makes you understand!" is a process from being deaf to becoming cancer; most people just walk the path of the deaf, rather than willingly becoming late-stage cancer.

That is why we need to think.

That is why we need observation and reasoning.

That is why we need to patiently keep in mind some details that seem utterly unnecessary.

Regardless of whether they will be useful, stockpiling information is never wrong.

Little Aomo, in this regard, is like a Digimon that constantly piles up data—just silently accumulating data, just blindly gathering more, then waiting for an opportunity that can link all that "data" together and coalesce it into the key to evolution.

The trope in detective films of "being enlightened by a casual remark" is precisely the materialization of this opportunity; the precondition for being enlightened is that you have already gathered enough gears and chains, lacking only a crucial driving force.

So, does Little Aomo have such a driving force?

More than enough that there's no need to wait.

The gears and chains have long been sufficient; the appearance of Lilithmon. X is naturally a driving force, directly linking Barbamon. X's state, and thus letting Aomo gaze upon the Witchmon that seems irresistible under Lilithmon. X's charm authority.

Regression refreshes the data state, and evolution does the same.

This is a classic mechanism, not a bug; merely the power of the Seven Crown radiating outward is ever-present, so even a temporary purification cannot resolve the urgent crisis, and indeed an Ultimate losing control is harder to handle than a mature form, so Aomo should rightly draw another Digital Soul—but he has none.

He merely said to the momentarily lucid Beelstarmon:

"If you don't want Lilithmon to have it easy, now is the opportunity."

No further explanation is needed—or rather, all explanation lies in this sentence.

A complex gaze met the one who spoke that line, looking at their partner; that pitch-black scarf, capable of morphing into any weapon, instantly traced a bullet encircled with gray data patterns.

As everyone knows, Beelstarmon's "lotus root" is a pair of three-barreled shotguns, yet it never needs loading. Unlike a certain infamous "helmet-discarding" Digimon, whose face‑shark‑tooth pellets named "fly pellets" generate constantly, the lotus root remains a pair of shotguns that can open their ammo chambers.

That ammo chamber has only a single hole for special rounds, perfectly suited to load that gray‑data‑patterned bullet.

In less than a second, a professional gunner should reload like this.

In less than a second, the gun's stock was aimed at the puppet Aomo.

"Then hurry up."

Beelstarmon, urging from the opposite side, turned away without looking at the partner who readily took the lotus root. No need to look; after taking the gun, the partner pulled the trigger without hesitation.

From the sound of the gun piercing the data core, that now somewhat unfamiliar yet familiar power began to reshape her form, twisting her power, condensing the surging darkness into large wings rich in downy feathers, and also constructing one of the RizomadeLoto/lotus root she held into a smaller Pepino/melon eggplant handgun.

The long‑barreled rifle and short‑barreled large‑caliber pistol are also a classic loadout for FPS experts, but judging purely by appearance, what truly catches the eye is likely the increasingly provocative outfit.

Showing off a fit abdomen and a black leather chestplate from the southern hemisphere is hardly a change; even if the black scarf turned into silver pauldrons it wouldn't be worth mentioning, but those pants……

They are truly the kind of pants that would hinder Beelstarmon. X from appearing in an all‑ages Digimon encyclopedia.

The black briefs paired with trimmed black leather pants—at first glance you notice only the large expanse of skin on one thigh and the style emphasis; on closer look you see that the other side's long pants, which seem to align with the edge, actually have a gap, already utterly unhealthy.

I don't know who exactly is the embodiment of lust… silently watching that soaring figure, even though this puppet's performance can only catch a afterimage of Beelstarmon. X moving toward Lilithmon. X, the puppet Aomo sighed, then walked away with a calm expression.

He isn't some chosen child who must team up with a Digimon, nor does he have any holy plan; shouting there won't grant any permanent buff.

Moreover, he cannot undergo mega‑evolution.

Before the enemy mega‑evolves, mega‑evolution isn't a good option, so when Beelstarmon. X disengages from its X‑evolution effects, Little Aomo can still, via the puppet's sight, clearly see the opponent's appearance and attire.

Incidentally, one can estimate the height at about 1.9 meters, and with wings it easily exceeds 2.7 meters—but that counts the wings. It feels not as tall as my own demon‑person form; a comparable build would be like Yagami Taichi with Battle Greymon, or Ishida Yamato with Metal Garurumon… uh, are you serious?

Whether lying on the back or riding the waist, both images are quite bizarre; Little Aomo merely imagined it and left it at that.

For this round, it's better not to follow; as a partner, I just need to act as a pusher and pull the trigger, then wait for the bullet to yield results.

Moreover, there are the Aihara siblings and that Jesmon of unknown strength, which grows stronger against stronger foes; in passing they glance silently at those launching attacks and those perched on large Digimon overseeing the battle, while the puppet Aomo sneaks through the black market with a furtive feeling, cherishing the countdown to this market's lifespan.

Obviously, given the current standoff lineup, whether there are minor frictions or outright war, this is mainly due to the small Digimon markets run by human engineers and hackers not being able to stay.

But it's worth noting that this place remains a sealed space; one needs a guide beast to open a path, and Jesmon's norm‑breaking strength is required to reach it. Once such a space suffers irreparable damage, it can easily collapse rapidly, scattering everything here into the Hei'an region. Then consider the Sea of Karmic Sin blanketing the surface of the Hei'an region and the middle layer full of mirrors—the Eternal Sin Corridor……

You wouldn't want to look for lost items in such a place.

But what Aomo seeks is not a lost object, but a right.

The right to log out normally.

That right is plainly located here, among humans who cooperate with Lilithmon or with its representatives, the Seven Demon Lords.

The data bar running the mirror market, the bar operating in the Hei'an region, and the black market here—this is clearly an entire industry chain; although Digimon taking over is not ruled out, under the outward diffusion of the Seven Crown's power, identity differences don't matter.

What matters is whether they have a means to evade that effect, just as Aomo can.

Otherwise, that person should join the crowd now shedding blood and giving their all for Lilithmon. X, increasing the proportion of Digimon or humans within it.

What a hopelessly unstable broken system.

Not being able to help customers resist the mental data control of Digimon also very much fits Little Aomo's impression of coercive technology in the gray area.

(End of Chapter)