Chapter 1758

NO. 372：This is the result of stacking side stories in a row.

Plunder, research, and sacrifice.

An extremist religion not tolerated by law often consists of this triangle.

Even the lowly type also has to tack on the concept of 'brainwashing'. In other worlds, this is often the main axis of an evil cult, but in the Holy Terra Federation, which possesses extraordinary power, this concept is actually unnecessary.

Power or wealth is enough to sum up the foundation of fulfilling all desires; the evil cults of the Holy Terra Federation always attract followers with very pragmatic conditions, without giving you those flashy deceits and promises.

That is precisely why it needs to be dealt with even more.

After all, pragmatism and their involvement in illegal activities do not conflict in essence; their religious nature further ensures they will expand influence, corrupt morals, and thus interfere with the whole social phenomenon—precisely for this reason, the Holy Terra Federation has a set of fairly complete and mature identification statutes for such evil cults; once identification is completed, there is also a set of extremely severe punishment statutes, belonging to the type where even if they die they cannot rest in peace, they must get up and work to atone.

But that obviously still cannot stop the restless from taking risks, nor can it curb the criminals' desire to pursue.

"Because I don't really respect your horse girls under you, there's something I've never brought up."

"Then don't mention it." Aomo said expressionlessly.

At this moment, Aomo had already returned to the hotel room.

Since the default chair only had one, with Bi Ze sitting on it, he simply pulled over a beanbag sofa to lie down and scroll through data.

Data on the Beast Cult.

The data, obtained with some trouble and twists, is now being disseminated in a very cheap way to all curious people around Aomo who are qualified to ensure their own safety, but the only one who can really chat with him here is still Bi Ze.

Of course, it's not because he's strong, nor because he has an information network surpassing others; it's simply because he's thick-skinned.

Upon hearing that Aomo's investigation here had made progress, he came running over, even more proactive than those two Ultramen!

Of course, Sai Luo's lack of enthusiasm is because the Xiangyu siblings brought digital monsters to the beach to show him, which piqued his interest somewhat; I don't know if it's because they brought in Pikumon.

As for Jie De... Mr. Chao Cang Lu still thinks Miss Mi Yu's swimsuit is unsurpassably cute in the world, and will definitely attract bad people; therefore, even though the latter could actually act together with Bourbon and others, he insists on sticking close by.

I also don't know how Miss Laiye and others from his hometown would feel seeing this.

Even without mentioning Miss Mi Yu, the Xiangyu siblings' initial arrival is fully open as social terrorists, with their network radiating from the logic of 'Aomo's friends' all having visited them; Xiao Lu naturally is no exception.

Looking at them, they all seem to be forced to chat; Aomo therefore isn't in a hurry to let those two guys join in the information digestion and thinking here.

Summer training camp, also a seaside vacation. The two Ultramen have little experience of this, so let them go there to gain more experience.

Anyway, planning this part has always been my responsibility—this is recorded in Aomo's 20-year life memories he reviewed, but the most recent year of those 20 years also has the current situation:

Transmigrator friends, thick-skinned, forcibly come to show concern and chime in.

"Don't say that! At least care enough to ask what exactly it is before refusing."

"Then don't beat around the bush."

"I want to say, ah, just a personal opinion, a hypothesis…… If there were no horse girl races, could the Federation also have fewer troublesome security checks?"

Hearing this, little Aomo's hand scrolling the screen paused, they lifted their head and glanced at the cautious young man looking at them, then lowered their head again: "... Explain the logic."

"... That's how it is..." Bi Ze apparently didn't expect the other to be so calm, after all they didn't know that the life stage of the shota Aomo's personality at this point was very early.

By the time they arrived, the only tags they could wear were special-effects cook and monster cook.

The horse-girl cook hasn't even started.

I looked at the materials you forwarded, and I feel that the Beast Sect people also seem to have quite a dream.

It's only a part; a sect will gather all kinds of people and thus have various different goals. If its scale is large enough at that point, it can cover various cases, for example, the original concept of monster eugenics.

I'm not talking about that; think back to the thinking habits of 20-year-old Aomo, then tell me about dreams and the horse-girl race...

The Federation's publicity window emphasizes dreams— Before they finished speaking, little Aomo's train of thought caught up, speaking while also looking at them: "And on the education front… do you still remember what the head of instruction said, that you transmigrants lack dreams?"

"It's not exactly like that, either." Bi Ze felt a bit embarrassed by that remark, or rather, although they indeed remembered it, that wasn't the main reason for bringing it up: "I just feel that the Federation's culture overemphasizes shaping dreams, which instead makes the highly intelligent, highly persistent crimes here more numerous than in my hometown."

Everything has two sides; even in a country like the Land of Light where civilized education is top-notch, the phenomenon of getting hung up on simple problems and turning dark can also appear.

"So you also agree with what I'm saying, right?" Bi Ze muttered, lowering their head to look at their phone, flipping through the basic records of the Beast Sect's action team, development team, and preaching team, feeling that it didn't resemble the composition a crab leg should have.

How to put it…

Too corporate.

Especially the position structure within the development and action teams, which looks so detailed that it lacks the vagueness typical of a top-down religious hierarchy.

I don't agree. Little Aomo said bluntly.

The Federation's promotion of the dream concept isn't limited to horse girls; rather, it's because this kind of group seized the opportunity that they've reached their current height, otherwise the world-class sport you see now would be something else.

But the result is horse girls, so my criticism is just based on the phenomenon—I'm just talking about horse girls.

"Huh." After a perfunctory reply, little Aomo, likewise scrolling through the interrogation results, gazed at the address and photo of the secret meeting place, then immediately asked, "Is Barbaric Beast. X still with you?"

"Barbaric Beast? I said I came to you, and they said they were stepping out for a bit—what's wrong? Are you looking for them?"

No, I just want to know if they mentioned Barbaric Beast to you.

Oh, you're asking what information they got from that transgender person?

I want to know what you think.

I'll see how they act; as long as it's not heinous, I'll support them, after all they often help me, especially when they previously tuned the Magic Staff.

The Noble King's skills applied to the technological staff are just right. Little Aomo reacted quickly.

Right! Back then I kept wondering if you introduced them to me just for this reason—they're an absolute pro at code combination and simplification; even my club's seniors think they're amazing!

Seeing you talk about them like that, you could go apply to Xiangyu's office for a Tyrant Machine.

That's not necessarily the case; you're also on good terms with Witch Beast, right? I even think they might one day join your harem.

Cough.

Mr. Bi is like that—speaking bluntly; in the small brother group, discussing private topics with Mr. David even more so can cause Aomo to occasionally set the group to do-not-disturb mode.

Even little Aomo would involuntarily let out a light cough.

And with that light cough, Bi Ze saw a small finger poke out from their light screen—it looked like a middle finger, but midway through the flick it switched to an index finger.

"... Um, can I apologize?"

Let's talk about it later; they ran off again.

Again? Run?

I never got a chance to talk, so every time I see you I feel uneasy.

"Ah? Is that my fault?" Bi Ze jumped up from the chair.

It's a one-on-one talk, right?

It's none of your business; her opportunity could be left until evening, or maybe tomorrow, after all there's still the Beast Cult to deal with, which is more worth pushing forward.

(End of chapter)