Chapter 1750: with translation of chapter title

NO. 364：Being troublesome is just being effort-saving.

NO. 364：Being troublesome is just being effort-saving.

"... partner, that..."

"You——"

When returning to reality, regardless of the flood being torrential or the Hei'an region's turmoil, the Aomo puppet had just taken off the device and stood up, when it saw the screen hanging on the side of the private room fly out a big woman.

Even a Belstamon X that is 1.9 meters tall, even if it folds back its pair of large wings, would still make this small private room feel cramped.

Of course, this place wasn't spacious to begin with.

As a single-occupancy private room, the service itself is to let people lie down and enter the Hei'an region, without providing any other services.

Naturally, it doesn't need to take up much space.

So when little Aomo, through the Aomo puppet's vision, gazed at Belstamon X's hesitant-to-speak expression and also at her attire—unsuitable for minors and already essentially some kind of erotic outfit—.

He, however, didn't blush.

Just after her, the light and shadow of the Xiangyu siblings and their Digimon also covered this place; at the moment when data transformed into material form, it pressed Belstamon X down onto the sofa where he himself was, and then he saw the evasive gaze of a certain savior.

Thus he expressionlessly reached out his hand, placing it on the hand pressing his own chest, trying to give space to the wing pressing against his side by placing his hand on the head of Belstamon X.

"?" The other party, feeling the touch behind the head, slightly tilted its head, its three eyes all looking at Aomo; immediately, in the blind spot of that field of view, it saw the fingers of that hand hook, and the power instantly faded.

"In any case, change back first." Aomo said.

Thus, several strands of black-patterned digital light bands extended from around her, all gathering in Aomo's hand, and in less than a few seconds they formed a small Hei'an sphere.

And a special bullet.

A gray crystal bullet wrapped by a pair of intersecting digital rings.

Others might think this is the condensation of the X-antibody, but Aomo wouldn't think that way.

Although the digital world does indeed have the technology to detach the X-antibody from the digital core, that is often a forced choice, after all, having the X-antibody on one's body doesn't hinder life, and it's not that having the X-antibody guarantees X-evolution.

From ancient times to the present, Digimon evolution always requires a trigger.

Data merely consolidates the foundation and stacks values; evolution is truly a transformation at the level of life, and that transformation is often related to one's state of mind, and also coincides with certain source-energy cultivation methods in reality.

So even if some Digimon, due to certain circumstances, are unwilling to enter the X-evolution realm, having the X-antibody on their body beforehand is not a problem, and they would not choose to detach it.

Therefore, for this bullet, Aomo's understanding is that it is a data capture of the moment of evolution.

A more straightforward way to put it is that it's like a monster card.

Or it could be said to be a spark toy made by Dark Lugia.

Data is not life, but life can be said to be a collection of data; monster cards, spark toys, and even the Originium brought by Rhodes Island Company are all solidifying and deconstructing the data of life into portable products that can be read and used.

The life-solidification technology developed by a certain researcher from the Land of Light can be said to be the extreme of this path; the operation that directly creates another life is somewhat enviable to others, but truly comparing their superiority is quite difficult.

Although it is a main road, in practice they have branched out into different side paths; the techniques involved are not something outsiders can discuss, but Belstamon X is clearly not an intelligent Digimon capable of discussing technology with people.

If it were the modern Witchmon, it could be considered two-thirds complete, lacking one-third due to its rebellious and mischievous personality.

Of course, this partner of Aomo has also not been spared from having her temper worn down; rebelliousness and mischief only appear when she occasionally throws a tantrum in daily life, but now, after seemingly having made some kind of resolution, even as she returns to her mature form to watch her power being abruptly withdrawn, she has one hand gathering her digital soul and the other pushing that bullet closer.

She also merely exchanged a brief glance with the long-bodied black cat beside her, then shook her head at Aomo.

"... You keep it." She said, her gaze somewhat evasive.

"Then you can also say it later."

Without further words, he immediately pinched the bullet, and like a magic trick, when he spread his hand again it was already empty; Aomo first raised his hand to press against the Witchmon's broom, urging it to float higher to make space.

The narrowness on the ground is one thing, but there is still space above; the Witchmon's restrictive skirt leaves no room for peeping, so going upward works fine.

And as long as she floats up enough to give Aomo room to stand, he can clap his hands to call everyone out.

"Alright everyone, hurry up, let's go out and change places to talk."

Places like the Mirror Surface Market, which are exotic and quasi-subdimensional, have bizarre shops and tourists as standard, but there are also plenty of ordinary restaurants and drink shops.

Although the menu may still show a hint of the unique liquor aroma of the deep alley, more conservative customers will still let the things on the table remain normal.

"What is that?"

But Ami still couldn't help asking about the cup of milk tea in front of Aomo that from time to time had a weird three-hole outline floating up.

Although it doesn't look like a human face, it also doesn't seem to be the effect of ordinary rising steam.

"Soul-flavored drinks aren't uncommon, right?" Aomo, having picked up the milk tea and taken a sip, shook the milk tea, then immediately asked the floating silent Witchmon, "How about you?"

If it were the usual Witchmon, she would have simply said +1, but now the Witchmon just shook her head: "No."

"Then let's talk about the main matter."

"Huh? I want to try it."

"I don't recommend it, but it's up to you; first continue with the main matter." Aomo, having put down the cup, tapped his knuckles on the tabletop where the projection from the guard robot beast was displayed, the constantly changing data-decoding screen.

"Is this situation common?"

"It's not exactly common, but not exactly rare either," Xiangyu Takumi shrugged his shoulders, "just someone who thinks that by wrapping several more layers of virtual IP and transferring the IP region to move the sensitive area a few times, they can rest easy."

"But he is indeed constantly shifting his position."

"You've figured it out."

"I said Aomo-bro must definitely be doing his homework, bro."

That's not the case either; it's just the information inherent in the Gilbalius card… Aomo, having pressed down that thought, just continued the topic: "Could this transfer route and speed be bait?"

"It's not impossible, though Ami's Digimon partners have already gone to check, so we should have an answer soon; speaking of which, we really should have listened to my advice back then," Xiangyu Takumi tapped his fingers on the tabletop, "before startling the snake, we should still try to sound out and interrogate."

"Interrogating is meaningless in a program with an exit key, unless you can trick him into thinking he's returned to reality."

"What a natural filtering of the small-talk option!" Takumi shouted.

"Things without confidence aren't worth mentioning; do you think you could worm out information on that battlefield? Lilithmon has been eyeing Belstamon X from the start, and maybe also me."

"Maybe? Oh, right, how come the Seven Crowns aren't working for you?" Takumi asked curiously, meanwhile glancing at the sister who gave her a white-eye on the side and the ever-quiet Jesmon listening.

Then he also looked toward Aomo: "I've already prepared to capture your reaction."

"This is not good," Aomo said, "Doing this will remind Yamei to retrieve the Seat Angel Beast next time."

"Yeah! I still haven't collected many of big brother's ugly photos!"

"Damn, it's clearly you reminding Yamei! Don't, Yamei, brother usually only brings three Digimon friends when going out! It's not good to specially bring a mechanism type."

"It's just one grid, hey, still being so calculative about output and still calling ourselves friends?"

"Precisely because we're friends we need to check DPS!!"

"Sigh, part slave."

"……" Looking at the two siblings starting to argue, and also glancing at the Jies Beast which at this moment was also directing its gaze at the arguing pair rather than himself, he slightly shifted his seat to ask the guard robot beast still on the projection screen: "Was the data recorded at that time not missing?"

Upon hearing that, the guard robot beast's big eyes stared at Aomo for several seconds before speaking.

"No."

"Okay, thanks."

That way, even if the other party is very vigilant, it seems we can save a lot of detours.

(End of chapter)