Chapter 1823: NO.438: Bad news, used immediately, good news, swallowed in one gulp

NO. 438: Bad news, used immediately, good news, swallowed in one gulp.

NO. 438 Bad news, used immediately, good news, swallowed in one gulp.

"How is it? Any results?"

"... Wait a moment."

"What? Results? Don't rush, still adjusting parameters, feels like it'll be better for a while—how come? You're not busy over there?"

"That depends on your definition of busy—" Aomo Lindun, the trainer who could still glow and illuminate the table and surrounding dishes in the sudden blackout during the meal, faced the voice window with unusual calm.

Although some people used phones or terminals as small light sources, and some energy practitioners conjured floating fireballs or light balls to cope with the sudden darkness, the youth serving as a human light source remained the focus of countless gazes.

"He can glow..."

"The rumor is actually true..."

"Then does he also really breathe fire? And turn invisible?"

"No, that can't be..."

"... He's looking over—could he have heard?"

"It's all the trainer's fault for being so rude!"

"Trainer, trainer! Isn't this a great opportunity? You said you wanted to meet them..."

"? Are you sure this counts as a good opportunity?"

By the usual definition, he is certainly busy.

After all, the participants in this banquet are all the trainers and horse girls undergoing summer training here—in other words, many 'strangers'.

Everyone present had their information collected and organized, appearing on Aomo's terminal, and few of them were recent.

—Almost all of them have long been known to the demons. Moreover, by now Aomo Lindun is no longer an obscure figure; he also has plenty of information that reaches the other side's eyes and ears, which can be considered a kind of mutual awareness.

But they are still strangers.

A genuine opportunity to get acquainted is still needed.

Although there is some hostility, most are ordinary people who want to build good relations, and it is precisely these people who create a welcoming, socially active environment for him here, so he is rarely without someone striking up a conversation or offering a toast.

These situations were not identified as background noise by the audio system, so they were transmitted without reservation to the other end of the voice reception.

"You sound pretty full of it—you used to be my kind, when did you change?" Xiangyu Tuohai was somewhat speechless.

He spends his days either wandering the digital world or researching and training in small groups of net detectives and beast tamers, making him a notable figure in that field with an unusually fulfilling daily life, yet overall his human interaction remains extremely low.

He doesn't need to interact with too many people—this situation easily draws concern from relatives and elders, but it actually puts people like Tuohai at ease.

At this point, listening to Aomo's side with its extremely high human content makes him just want to turn the volume down.

When those words sound like they have hidden meaning, like they're beating around the bush, Xiangyu Tuohai directly hands the microphone over to Black War Beast, asking it to remind him to listen when Aomo's side quiets down.

The result was that it still wasn't truly quiet, but Aomo's side had already initiated conversation, making Black War Beast somewhat hesitant to call Tuohai over.

"Rather than saying I've changed, it's more like I'm forced by circumstances to be this way for now." Aomo also didn't think he liked such a noisy scene, but if you wanted him to thank the sudden blackout, there wasn't really anything to be thankful for.

At the moment, those who haven't gathered for various reasons will look for a chance to do so later; for this sort of trouble that's bound to happen, he doesn't weigh delay versus immediacy—handling it now is simply better.

—The phenomenon of habitual overtime arises precisely in this way.

"For work, for life, for the future I long for, I must keep myself occupied with these matters until the day the present situation is satisfied."

"Will it really be satisfied?" Tuohai's tone was subtle, as if holding back laughter, "I still remember the results when I used the badge simulator to test your attributes back then."

"Darkness is an artificial simulated attribute distinct from the eight badges; why do you think the native digital world lacks it?"

"Such a vague concept as darkness shouldn't be contained in a vessel that refines badge qualities," Aomo retorted, "I'm more curious about who fed the blackness concept into your badge simulator."

"Heaven knows, the pioneering team that developed this technology hadn't even set foot ashore back then."

"You never mentioned you had an antique Unit-01 back then."

"I'm not responsible for giving people job changes either—you suddenly told me you wanted to find a Digimon partner, and I was originally supposed to outsource that to other detective agencies."

"Should I be thanking you then?" The Witchmon's voice suddenly chimed in, "Otherwise your partner would have been snatched away by whatever Digimon from the main world."

"He must have snatched whatever Digimon, and Aomo's knack for picking up people is top-notch," Ya Mei added, having drawn some conclusion from nowhere, then sighed, "Based on Aomo's attribute assessment, giving him a Angewomon could probably let him evolve sideways into a Lilithmon."

"A Mastemon isn't out of the question either—he could lure a Lilithmon," Tuohai remarked while watching the real-time curves of the parameters, throwing in a cheeky comment, "Then he could have them evolve into something like Kamen Rider W."

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Mastemon, its core data concept originates from the Digimon of Mostima in religious studies, sharing the light‑dark design concept with the Fallen‑type Light Beast; because it is the product of a fusion evolution between Angewomon and Lilithmon, it is extremely rare.

"What?!" This made the Witchmon panic, "I don't want to fuse with anyone—it's gross."

Although they have only ever appeared as Witchmon (Adult) or Bellstamon (Ultimate), the intermediate form between these two states is the knowledge of Lilithmon (Perfect) among the voice chat members, which is basically common knowledge that doesn't need special mention.

So from her perspective, Tuohai's comment was downright nasty!

He was outright suggesting that his partner find a chance to fuse with an Angewomon!

Although she's confident in her own combat power, she also knows her partner doesn't really care about that.

He doesn't lack combat power; he values functionality over sheer strength, and the legendary leader who commands the angel and fallen‑angel forces summoned from other digital worlds linked to the gate to cope with dire straits—known as the "Otherworld Strategist"—would personally take on strong foes with a Mastemon, which would undoubtedly be more competitive than her mere Bellstamon X that can only fight.

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"What about Aomo, then?"

"? Then, what kind of fusion..."

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"Stop clowning around and derailing the conversation." Although Aomo clearly knew this voice setting shouldn't be overheard by the nearby coworkers or horse girls, he still felt the surrounding gazes turn sharp, so he hurriedly cut off the topic.

Although he feels innocent, clearly it's the Witchmon/Cowgirl who keeps rummaging through her own resources and sneaking peeks in her private time, but that doesn't matter.

Whether it's in this chat situation or in the current investigative task, it's not important.

The important thing is: "How long specifically will the parameter adjustment take?"

"If routine monitoring isn't very meaningful, then we can only rely on the results from your and Bi Ze's two lines."

"At least three hours, I guess." Taku Hai, who had to return early to the office device to operate, felt somewhat helpless about his brother always demanding a quantified data requirement.

"The emergency-produced data program must be mixed into discarded data without being detected while in a scrambled state, and both reintegration and internal debugging are very troublesome,"

"But once debugging is complete, we can immediately perceive externally, becoming the optimal monitoring and virus device—can you stick to that previous definition?"

"Absolutely!" Taku Hai answered decisively.

"I still believe in my friend's technology."

"However, to be honest, the preparations are still somewhat rushed; although I firmly believe the effect can be achieved, it might be discovered before it takes effect."

"Can't you say something nice?" Such an ominous remark made Ya Mei unable to hold back her complaint.

"It's not impossible," although not very skilled at software programming, but Aomo, who understands this kind of functional composition, is also helpless: "If the other side needs to continuously monitor using that batch of excess data, then our program's combination process alone is prone to issues."

It's like when observing cells under a microscope, a small group suddenly begins to merge and assimilate; even if the process is slow, it's still quite noticeable.

"Moreover, if it's for dividing military rations, it's also troublesome." Taku Hai added.

The filling hidden in the buns, divided into hundreds of thousands of portions, also cannot really serve its purpose as filling.

"So we need to confirm the results as soon as possible and allocate energy early to consider other options." Aomo said.

"Hope they don't use it within three hours."

"At least don't decompress it and then carry out detailed disassembly."

(End of chapter)