Chapter 1883

NO. 501: The pressure has come to David, who didn't take the college entrance exam.

"The fourth time……"

Aomo Lindun leaned against the few physical railings on the entire track, also gazing at the artificial star hanging at the horizon, hesitating whether to sink into the sea line, and let out a weary sigh.

That sigh was not the ordinary, bored one from the horse girl training process, but came from the frozen photo on the screen before him.

The scene of the two fang‑bearing, claw‑waving evil dragon beasts being suppressed by the careless monster Grey Jorm was photographed from a low angle, making it especially oppressive; even the edge of the lower‑left corner showed Bi Ze's noisy half‑face.

Very familiar.

The composition feels very déjà vu, having just been seen not long ago, but this is not a retrospective.

This is the scene from ten minutes ago.

This is also why he sighed.

"Although I do somewhat trust the professional ability of the Bal Beast. X, being this insistent really isn't a leak of information, is it?"

"「Do you want to confirm? 」 came a clear, cold youthful voice from the other end of the line, 「I might also be a breakthrough point. 」"

"「No need, actually it's not important at all, after all keeping that guy isn't troublesome, 」 Aomo refused, 「but it's surprising that you could think of yourself like that. 」"

"「I thought life over there would steer you back toward the monster side, but these words don't sound like guidance for the monster path. 」"

Being able to doubt oneself as the cause of the leak, while not exactly a humanitarian glory, is also a human‑specific self‑doubt; falling on this 'child' Chen, it seems somewhat out of character.

"「There are also many Digimon here that resemble humans, 」 the person said, 「they can produce many emotions, and Gagula likes them very much. 」"

"「Or is it because of environmental influence? 」 Aomo asked."

"「…」 After a brief silence, he replied, 「I have been trying to think. 」"

"「Oh? 」"

"「At first I was thinking about monsters and humans, thinking about why the humans in this world can tolerate the existence of monsters. 」"

"「Any conclusions? 」"

"「I discovered my direction of thought was wrong; humans are not capable of tolerating monster existence—at least most humans have not yet tolerated it—so almost all monsters can only live in the designated areas. 」 Chen replied."

"「The humans in this world simply have many methods; there are many ways to delineate living spaces for monsters, and many humans possess extraordinarily high acceptance, or rather, they themselves are monsters among the crowd, just like Feiniaochuan. 」"

"「I hope you haven't said this in front of her. 」 Aomo wore a strange expression, yet he also thought it might not be the case—Miss Chisen might not find this rude, and she, who gets along so well with the Radiant Wing Flame Dragon, might even take it as praise."

But in short:

"「No. 」"

This was Chen's answer.

This isn't really an early manifestation of humanity, after all monsters' hearts often hide many things; some words go unsaid not because of considering the impact, but perhaps simply because there's no chance to speak them outright.

Aomo had no desire to investigate this; upon hearing it he only said, 「It's fine if there isn't any, and in half a month they'll also be coming here for vacation, so I hope those boys and girls can spend as wonderful a memory as possible. 」

"「Half a month…」「 Chen chewed on that time, 「Is witnessing battle also considered wonderful? 」"

He didn't think Aomo and the others could resolve this crisis in half a month.

Even if his attention to everything isn't comprehensive, let alone some key details, he still felt that the current trend was already leaning toward humanity's favorite lengthy domain—rather than launching a direct frontal war, they insist on carrying out those small conflicts that feel meaningless under weird and strange reason restrictions.

Humanity has been like this for five thousand years, and will still be so five thousand years from now—even after changing worlds, it remains the same.

Thought does not always have an answer, and thinking is also endless.

Although Chen has begun to think consciously, there remain many unknowns in human thought; and for these questions, although he has someone nearby to ask, he does not often speak up.

As a true long‑lived species whose age counts upward into the five thousands, he is not in a hurry to grasp all the answers.

Aomo does not think this is wrong.

He likewise does not think Chen's prediction is wrong, so he responded with a joke: 「If we could make all that fighting seem like a fictional work behind the screen, even if it's not beautiful it should be an especially stimulating audiovisual treat. 」"

Especially Digimon battles are very 16+.

Most of the time no blood flows at all; ordinary injuries resemble those of a data‑quantified game character, with no severed limbs or gaps, only some battle damage that looks trivial at first glance, while only the hidden HP bar is decreasing.

Only when it drops to a certain extent do severed limbs and visible data loss begin to appear.

This also makes the threshold for enjoying Digimon battles very low, and from a realistic perspective it helps expand the scale of underage tamers.

Human youngsters, regardless of gender, are quite belligerent.

Especially they can achieve what adults cannot: treating Digimon as friends and siblings, and supporting and assisting Digimon battles, with attitudes tending toward balance.

You know that.

"【Calling someone a brother】 and 【letting a brother go all out in a fight】—when placed in a mentally healthy adult, these two operations are somewhat contradictory."

Leaning to one side inevitably loses the corresponding other; truly achieving perfect balance is rare, and the brotherly relationship easily deteriorates.

But those human kids can do both without thinking, taking them for granted, making it seem as if we were in some Pokémon battle world where it's only natural—otherwise why would we be called tamers?

Although industry folks try to avoid this issue as much as possible, the term 'tamer' is quite glaring when granting Digimon their rights.

In the horse racing field everyone knows to change the old 'trainer' title uniformly to 'instructor'; why don't you tamers make some adjustments?

They simply haven't adjusted!

This isn't because too few people speak up for Digimon; it's simply that Digimon and horse girls are fundamentally different—they are definitely not human.

Following the law of the jungle, there are also many aggressive members hard to educate due to their species scale, and more importantly they mostly do not care about human rites and norms.

If you think their rights are being violated and their image insulted, they will only feel that you're meddling unnecessarily.

Digimon are smart; if they're uncomfortable they'll just mess with you. jpg

Indeed it's not worth these humans' self‑satisfied outcries; otherwise, right now you'd have the chance to see a bunch of violent, brutal Digimon come out as your so‑called 'equality pioneers' in your eyes.

Bi Ze, Mr. Bi, has considerable say on this point.

The reason Aomo would be there looking at the photo and sighing is because, in less than two days since he was still using the Devouring Star Zero account to hijack online courses, Bi Ze had already appeared four times on the Jiemen Evening News.

The first time was as the forefront in the combat segment of the simulated physical test, and Lipiya and Gui She both displayed sufficiently obvious friendly relations in support— the TV station's interview on the first day came looking for him.

It could also be considered a taste of the treatment his brother had received the previous year, yet he didn't utter anything that would cause any girl to seek him out.

On the contrary, in the following four days, the second, third, and fourth attacks occurred, as if he had said something worth prompting the Hei'an Digimon to frequently seek him.

How come it's always you?

Seeing that familiar face with an embarrassed yet innocent expression, even the TV station's reporters began to feel awkward.

(End of chapter)