Chapter 1773

NO. 388: The problem can be serious, old man.

It has been said that digital beasts that perish in the Hei'an area often find it hard to enjoy the low-income support of digital beasts in the main world—being reborn as digital eggs, even the stronger ones can retain some memories.

When their digital cores suffer irreparable damage, all the data constituting them collapses and scatters, turning into the basic units that make up this world, completing a feedback loop where the world nourishes them again.

But there are always exceptions.

Digital beasts capable of standing among the Seven Great Demon Lords often accumulate enormous amounts of data, and their connection to the 'Crown of the Seven Deadly Sins' is especially close.

However, the 'Crown of the Seven Deadly Sins' is a powerful authority that can be transferred, inherited, or even usurped.

This also means that the digital beasts acting as the Seven Great Demon Lords can manipulate the transfer of that authority.

Retaining core data to possess juniors, or to educate them;

Retaining compressed data to strengthen juniors, or to feedback the Gate of the Seven Deadly Sins, allowing its function as a hatchery to advance further, thus fulfilling the legendary record: when all emblems light up, the Eight-Eyed Super Demon King will appear.

Whether Lilithmon. X set up such considerations upon its demise is unknown to Aomo and the others.

But the special status and clever uses of the 'Crown of the Seven Deadly Sins' in the Hei'an area are not hard to discover.

Because, whether official or civilian, those in the Terra Federation whose work or interests relate to the digital world are never lacking in investigation, research, and exchange.

Regardless of good or evil, legal or illegal.

From digital beasts to the digital world, and then from the digital world distinguishing the main world, other world, and the dark area existing as the dark side—the Federation's research into the digital world domain has spanned over two hundred years; by now, many secrets unknown even to local digital beasts have been fully clarified, and even rumors they themselves do not know to be true or false have been investigated.

But this is yet another matter concerning connections.

Although there have always been people making a living by researching the digital world, and there is some degree of information sharing between the legal and illegal groups, this does not mean you can easily monopolize all of the above achievements.

In the end, it still comes down to which people you can connect with on both sides, and how much information you can obtain from them.

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In the circle of researchers in the digital field, Aomo Lindun obviously has nothing much to say, though he was originally just a consultant-position assistant; the real key apparently lies with that pair of net‑detective siblings who always worry about online crises even while playing on the beach.

And behind them is the office director who sits firmly in charge.

Although she is obsessed with some meaningless coffee drinks, when it comes to actually getting her to work, her efficiency is no slower than Aomo's.

Although her concrete performance consists of pulling up screen after screen in the office, making calls everywhere, then going to the digital world to interview some digital beasts, and then relying on some gains to call certain people again, and driving out to meet people in person—her main tactic is chatting, changing locations, changing groups, repeating the cycle.

But those secret pieces of information are thus pocketed.

If it were someone else, they might have to add a combat round, needing to forge authority with martial power and then use that authority to carry out a carrot‑and‑stick persuasion round, but Muhai Xingzi does not need that.

As the guardian of the Xiangyu siblings and also the director of the Muhai Detective Agency, few in the industry fail to know her, and no one would dare tell her to 'prove her own strength'.

"So you should tell them to pay special attention to the movements of the Gate of the Seven Deadly Sins; although Lilithmon. X's death at that time was quite natural, it was still too easy."

"Huh? Won't Aomo‑bro, you be over‑worrying? My and Takuha's team setup back then—it would be stranger if that guy didn't die, let alone the fact that you also have that partner sister dressed all shivery."

"Hey! Why aren't you calling me 'bro' again at a time like this?"

"Although Beelzebumon. X's attire is indeed a strong visual impact, you should either call it by name or use some more plain descriptors."

Aomo raised his forehead, glanced at the witch beast in the distance that Shinjou Sei was trying to pull the broom off of, then turned back: "I don't want to repeat what I've already said; from a battlefield composition standpoint it may seem like a natural development, but that doesn't mean it's strategically reasonable."

"Barbamon. X was just watching at that time and only gave a symbolic helping hand."

"Isn't it because he's faced reality? I think his intervention couldn't stop our side either." Regardless of whether it's toward everyone or toward the digital beasts she herself has raised, she is full of confidence.

"This kind of understanding is naturally not a problem."

"What do you mean by this kind of understanding, huh? Aomo‑bro, you haven't seen how we all used to fight; shall we have a digital beast showdown?"

Although the most noteworthy thing at that time should have been the Jesmon with untapped potential, she doesn't think that her brother, herself, and Aomo‑bro's partner are necessarily inferior to the Royal Knights, so there's not much to say.

But Aomo‑bro seems not to believe everyone the same way, leaving her no choice but to cling to the other's words and argue earnestly.

"No, I do believe in everyone's combat power… uh… ah, I think it's my way of expressing that was wrong; I apologize for that, but here we're talking about strategic issues, and also the caution needed given the premise of an impending world crisis—I hope you two can convey this truthfully, okay?"

"Why make such a fuss? I can understand what you're saying, Yamei occasionally gets too nitpicky in places like this," although Takuha is a combat maniac, he doesn't actually care about acquaintances' evaluations of his combat prowess here; he just patted his sister's shoulder and then assured Aomo, "I'll definitely pass your words along on my end, but is there no problem on your side?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're a trainer, right?" Takuha looked at Aomo's video‑call background of blue sky and distant woods with a subtle gaze, unlike Yamei who stared at his collarbone, "Going to that beach shouldn't count as a vacation, but rather a change of workplace, right?"

"That's true, though it still feels more like a vacation," Aomo admitted candidly, not putting on airs, "but it's a shame you two returned to the digital world so quickly—Miss Xingzi clearly said you could stay and play here for two more days."

"Exactly! At least stay an extra day!" Yamei shoved her brother's hand off her shoulder, shouting at him angrily, then turned back to the screen: "I missed the normal‑swimsuit Aomo‑bro! Did Sei and the others take photos? Will Aomo‑bro and the others post updates? I said post on the side account!"

She also knew that Aomo and the others' main account had become a public account, an unfeeling announcement‑and‑forwarding machine, so there wouldn't be many personal statements or photos.

But her words still left Aomo silent for a moment, then he asked: "What do you want to say?"

"Abs! Aomo‑bro usually dresses too modestly! I want to see Aomo‑bro's swimsuit physique! Or you step back a bit so the picture gets more… whoa!"

"Alright, alright, no fooling around," the good brother who squeezed his sister to the side interrupted, his usual sunny, bright smile turning a bit stiff, "but Aomo, you should still focus on your work over there; the digital world's abnormal situation will definitely be investigated by us with all our effort, so you should prioritize your work there."

"That's natural, but why do you keep emphasizing this…" Aomo hadn't finished speaking when, having realized something, he turned back and saw two little girls tiptoeing up behind him.

Although they are usually little girls, they have now become surprisingly small—so much so that, when they froze, Aomo immediately turned back to clarify: "It's the potion; they shrank because of the medicine, don't let your imagination run wild!"

"Ah, uh, just like you yesterday, I know…"

Your words are clearly normal, but your eyes keep wandering.

Anyway, you take care of your work over there; we'll hang up now, and we'll get in touch if we have any new findings.

After saying that, he hung up the phone, letting Aomo lift his hand to pinch his nose bridge, then immediately turned his head to look at the two little girls who were slowly shuffling over to him.

It's not my fault, huh! Guinea pig!

Before she could even speak, the brown-haired little girl had already anticipated what Aomo would say and spoke first.

And the black-haired little girl beside her felt even more embarrassed: "... Sorry, trainer, I didn't expect to cause this trouble."

"... It's fine..."

The little horse girl, about eleven or twelve, put on such a pitiful expression, naturally causing Aomo to wordlessly give her little head a gentle pat.

It's probably because of what he saw and heard at the beach yesterday that his train of thought is still not entirely steady; indeed, it's not your fault either.

Suzi: "Exactly."

But you have a problem!

Aomo squatted down and pulled the face of the little Suzi who, obviously relying on the fact that today there was no training arrangement for himself, dared to recklessly take medicine.

?? Brothers, this month only has 28 days, remember to vote for the monthly ticket, the guild war will end early.

? (End of chapter).