Chapter 1767: with translation of chapter title

NO. 382：You called everyone out just for this?

NO. 382You called everyone out just for this?

You can't avoid thinking about it, but you also can't truly become him.

If you truly become him, you are no longer little Aomo, but merely a diminished Aomo.

A diminished Aomo will only become women's plaything, falling into the trap of a cart crushing a child!

At other times it's a reward, but now it's a reward mixed with pain and pleasure.

That painful part cannot be ignored, because at the same time his 'work' is not yet finished.

Star-Eater Zero is still undergoing the various procedures after initiation on the other side; after passing the memory retrieval and being marked as temporarily safe, the Puppet MKII was given the treatment of a new initiate.

They wouldn't even give a guide, just giving a tablet and letting me run around following its instructions.

It's made to look like a tutorial for clueless newbies in some MMORPG, even with an auto-navigation guide line.

Unfortunately, auto-running and auto-dialogue can't be bundled either; those two still have to be done by little Aomo himself, and in order to better lurk and gather intel, nothing can be skipped.

Therefore, he must avoid the fate of being crushed by a cart like a guy chasing a virgin to clear an adult game, first clear a first playthrough, and toss the Taiji Eight Wastes segment to his fully realized self in a second playthrough.

In summary.

Because he doesn't intend to conceal his actions, he must face his girlfriends' scrutiny.

The bodily domain is already a person; if the idealist domain were also exactly the same, the regression of the kid-brother's state would lose meaning.

So even if little Aomo is to simulate his twenty-year-old self, he still must differentiate himself within that.

This made his subjective feeling extraordinarily long, while the actual time was just a consideration five minutes before the meal, parting the two's chat window.

Some are lost in authority, some are clearly pretending to understand while acting confused; among them, the two smartest are undoubtedly suspects, so this ice-breaking task should fall to the two whom Aomo sees as most kind, proactive, and highly mobilizing.

Meipu Bogang and Ludaofu Xiangzheng (Luna form).

He ultimately still chose to intervene.

Compared to these ladies' present dissatisfaction, it's still more important to safeguard the future and their friendly relationship; regardless of whether some people will admit fault later, he must now use a 'mistake' to make up for a mistake!

And within this, there is clearly still room to maneuver: that is, to replace speech with the same roundabout approach.

As said before, some people pretend to be confused while understanding; others are simply clueless in plain sight.

Those who are clueless in plain sight are like detectives in detective stories who are temporarily bewildered; they lack not knowledge or logic accumulation, but a spark to let the logic chain drive.

Thus, there's actually no need to speak plainly.

A single remark seemingly unrelated to the present can light a spark in their minds, making them realize they are walking down whatever stubborn path.

This is the choice little Aomo made.

This is both a choice Aomo Lindun would make, but if Aomo Lindun were to come, he would be even more direct.

The trainer has an obligation to bear the confusion of the horse girls; the twenty-year-old demon also has the conviction to see through his own unabashed greed.

He once gave them an evaluation, and could also give another blunt warning to the whole team, for he had long since made that determination.

But little Aomo would find it troublesome.

He also feels that he now 'should' be troublesome, because he ought to be just a twelve-year-old boy who only thinks of himself.

Thus he 'should' be evasive, should make those pretending-to-be-confused smart people suspect themselves yet still need to investigate, and once confirmed, it should be his grown-up self facing them.

Leave it for tomorrow.

He only considers himself, and in doing so interferes with their future; the cost, however, is left for his future self to bear—this is the solution he devised to cope with the multiple pressures of the present.

The cost is that he has already typed it into the memo on the terminal screen.

Of course, it's not advice.

No advice needed.

Little Aomo knows well that his youthful self had habits of frequent self-reflection, frequent review, and frequent recollection of yesterday; after experiencing immaturity, he would inevitably look back and then produce a handling method that is only more mature and responsible than now.

So, he came to apologize.

Although as different periods of a person, he logically shouldn't need to apologize to himself.

Moreover, in typical stories, the future self apologizes to the original self for failing to realize dreams, for not succeeding in achieving those youthful aspirations.

But occasionally there can be a development like Red A spraying Shirou Emiya, turning things upside down.

People say that tropes and anti-tropes rise in a spiral, so little Aomo thought that today he would have his original self send a brief apology letter to his future self.

Like feeling sorry for digging a pit for you, and later you can collect debts or something.

A mature demon must not only interact in male-female relations, but also balance gains and losses between his own 'past' and 'present'.

But for now…

Having gone through this, little Aomo can at least rest easy for a while.

Just by mentioning this decision after dinner to his girlfriends, getting a resigned, calm, teasing, or sulky response, and after going through some personal plot dialogue, he can then go meet the excellent results he got by having Bopang and Luna relay his words.

Indeed, the ladies remain enthusiastic.

Post-meal visits of concern, chance encounters chatting, activity invitations are still numerous, but the 'killer intent' among them has already been defused.

After all, it wasn't originally something like the neighboring show that turns from a band anime into P5 relying on battle royale to merge personality masks.

Little Aomo neither has any present commitments to fulfill nor any astonishing feat like a whistling kettle; the so-called killing intent is merely the girls' scheming and pushing boundaries that would make a child unhappy.

To other men, this would mostly seem like a Versailles-style luxurious worry, and they might even want to take his place.

May they survive amidst the encircling tug-of-war of a bunch of horse girls.

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——Not into horse girls, but into tokusatsu, little Aomo can make such an exclamation.

Then he searched his memory.

He has also been into Digimon, but once fell into a semi-retired state. Nowadays, although there is not a lack of related data in his memory, when placed before professional net detectives and battle-hardened Digimon, it's still as insubstantial as clouds.

Thus, when it comes to directing and commenting on interactions with Bi Ze and Bal Beast X, there's a hint of smugness.

But you can still get past the point of having to listen to the Witch Beast's chatter.

Hei'an Area

Belphemon Beast. X

Little Devil

Witch

Hakumic

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Little Partner

Hakumic

Little Aomo

Constant City

Heaven Gate City

Little Constant City

Now list all names:

Characters/beings:

Witch Beast

Little Devil

Little Partner

Little Aomo

Aomo

Belphemon Beast. X

Light Beast

Hakumic

- Possibly "Belphemon. X" but we keep as part of name.

Places:

Hei'an Area

Hei'an Swamp

Constant City

Heaven Gate City

Little Constant City

Titles/ranks: none.

Techniques/items: none.

Realms: none.

Witch

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Now we need to output glossary list after all lines. Format:

Just keep searching and continue to synchronize the search.

So when he finally turned down the second‑round off‑team junior high horse girl's invitation with the excuses "the investigation's busyness is still ongoing" and "there are still some things that need to be handled separately," he went again to the forest where Zhenjiling had once buried his head and run far away.

Although some people also gathered under the cherry blossom trees at a high place, with constant chatter around them, occasionally mixed in were some bold actions that made people's faces flush and hearts race.

But the forest below, which had quite a few muddy areas, was still quite quiet.

Quiet enough for a little demon to sit in a tree and watch a witch sitting on a broom fly out of the screen, looking lonely and timid.

"Hey, partner? Are you ready?"

"You look like you still need to prepare."

The night wind by the sea blew through the woods, enough to make the witch's cloak behind her sway. This should have been a scene with considerable atmosphere, or at least some elegance, but the witch's face still showed a social‑anxiety look, and her index finger, hidden inside the huge blood‑red glove, kept tapping against itself, which could be considered a textbook example of bashful shame.

"Shouldn't your past be one of slaughtering all directions, an unstoppable hot‑blooded thrill‑seeker? Why do you react like I just asked you at what age you wet the bed?"

This left the witch‑beast at a loss.

"... Partner, you don't usually talk like that."

"I'm not usually this small either."

"But Digimon can't wet the bed either."

"Really? Check the status of Meowmeow Beast." Little Aomo had a blank expression.

"Oh, it could also be Yeyey Beast."

Digimon on a tree‑like evolution line are destined to exist via evolution, regression, and the rare lateral transformation; based on this fact, the witch‑beast's Juvenile II form can have multiple choices.

"Of course it's Yeyey Beast! What are you thinking?!"

The black Hakimi hanging at the side was suddenly thrown over like a pillow, but the one panting was obviously the Hakimi's owner.

However, the Hakimi people who couldn't unleash the Spiked Back Dragon form, even if they had the witch's label, still lacked evidence; thus the little demon's reaction remained bland: "So you didn't wet the bed?"

"Of course not!"

"Then why are you hemming and hawing? Did you have a past in the Hei'an area where you ate little snacks every day?"

"I've actually always been curious what the lives around the Hei'an swamp rely on day to day—can that black mud be eaten?"

"Partner, I'm going to get angry!"

"After you get angry, can you speak bluntly? Then I can listen in your gale." Little Aomo said sincerely.

"Don't joke!" a Digimon took the partner's sincerity as a joke, saying, "What I want to say is that I once went to the human secondary network and was together with Belphemon. X and his army."

"So he even has an army." Little Aomo was also somewhat surprised, after all, in worldly impression, Belphemon, though not as arrogant as the Fallen‑type Light Beast, is even more aloof.

Logically there should be no cliques; he is the biggest loner among the Seven Great Demon Kings.

"That's just a few squad‑sized packs of hounds, and that's not the point! The point is that our battle back then seemed to have a noticeable impact on that network."

"How big is 'noticeable'? Isn't there a clearer analogy?"

"Uh… that city seemed to have been cut off from the net for a week."

"So you're reluctant to speak because you're afraid this crime might implicate you?"

"... Hmm…"

"That really sounds awful; a city whose development was cut off for a week should be well known—did you hear those cyber police mention any place names back then?"

"Evercommon City… I vaguely remember that's the place."

"... Oh…"

After the witch‑beast spoke cautiously, the little partner's expression showed a noticeable shift, becoming somewhat odd, leaving her a bit puzzled.

"Well… that's good; I thought it was somewhere else—anything else?"

"Huh? The witch‑beast blinked, inevitably recalling the time she had secretly been reading human laws a while back."

"What kind of reaction is that? According to human society's laws, isn't that a major crime?"

"It is a major crime, and the economic loss is even more extraordinary, but Evercommon City… put it this way, the City of Heaven's Gate is nicknamed Little Evercommon City."

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"That means that place blows up every few days, many headless cases pile up unattended, and you're not the only one. Still, we really ought to consider whether there are any exposed risks and remedial measures…"

(End of chapter)