Chapter 1905: NO.524：Immortal Fiend Never Rests (One Line Crossed Out)

NO. 524：Immortal Fiend Never Rests (One Line Crossed Out)

NO. 524Immortal Fiend Never Rests (One Line Crossed Out)

Tough leather jacket, neat hairstyle, handsome appearance, and……

A projection tablet hanging around the neck.

Using a font resembling handwriting to convey the meaning of 'Sorry, I'm late,' attempting to link a punishment with the sticky notes just pasted on the forehead.

That's how it is, just as some villain cadres can't even organize a picnic, some cosmic drifters can't even make it to a party.

Only when everyone was busy dealing with the aftermath did she timidly come over and say: 'Did I come late?'

Then she was kicked away.

Can't you see that I'm late on the road? Isn't there any news broadcast on the road! Even if everyone has refused interviews to varying degrees, with few positive appearance photos, there should still be records of the criminal group.

Especially those dark digital beasts that were beaten unconscious and compressed for mass shipment. Though said to be stuffed into a compression pack, as the highest-profile main force, each individual's appearance is plentiful enough for a certain O50 senior to spot at a glance——

——and then the board was hung here.

Although Bi Ze proposed it first, Aomo recalled the corporate culture effect observed at Chaldea, thinking it wasn't impossible, just needing slight modification——

Thus there was no longer a requirement to kneel, and the wooden board became a data display board for projection.

Not only could it offer more diverse and convenient text customization, but content could be switched at any time—this is the confession board fitting the Federation's style, easily overthrowing that primitive flavor!

Adding some edge-colored lighting helps the person's shame to brew, while the remote controller adjusting the colorful light, which flashes like the Destroying Dragon Gandomar's energy burst, is himself trying not to laugh—this is the son of evil Belial, Chao Cang Lu, who has been especially obedient to Aomo these past two days.

Yes, two days.

When Red Kai, who had been contacted a week early, finally arrived at the Okinawa Islands of Heaven Gate City, two days had already passed.

In those two days, not to mention the aftermath being mostly settled, even the official push of the digital crisis on the hot search list had dropped to seventh; one could truly say the matter was over enough for the parties to claim 'This topic is already past.'

That's when he finally arrived.

It's hard to imagine he had just posted a message 'Just arrived in the galaxy' two days ago.

It gave Aomo the illusion that 'Although he's late, he should be able to get here in just a few hours.'

Then he waited until now under that illusion.

Don't ask! If you ask, it's because I was delayed on the road! If you ask, it's because I saw injustice and drew my sword to help, then… then… then oh damn, how can there be so much injustice in the solar system! Why is everyone so bad!

Indeed, there's no problem; earlier, an information fiend tracking online news about 'Ultraman Orb' (Gilbari Limited Edition Card) didn't doubt these words that sounded like an excuse.

Although the other side lost contact at times, we also indeed enforced information control, rejecting any messages except those from marked numbers—Aomo has long been in a state of especially many spam calls, emails, and texts.

So if the other side's phone broke and they temporarily used someone else's communication device to call, he would indeed not receive it.

It would just be lumped together as a spam call.

As for letting him contact others indirectly—Aomo glanced at the most enthusiastic Sai Luo on the sticky notes and Jie De, who held the directional control panel with an excited smile of nascent guilt, and felt no need to ask for details.

Anyway, being late is a fact; the difference is only a few hours versus fifty-two hours… that still seems like a big difference, especially since Aomo truly believed he was only a few hours late, and thus had genuinely waited for those few hours.

Even trying to persuade the impatient Sai Luo and a few others who didn't look like they had been waiting… forget it!

The more I thought, the more I wanted to sigh, so I simply stopped thinking.

Let the pain of being stood up turn into an ever more flamboyant display of guilt on his neck; anyway, even if he were angry, he isn't that angry, because these two days have been full of events, leaving no room for the negative emotions of those first few hours to linger.

The stable training sessions need not be mentioned; when training the adult group of horse girls, Aomo the trainer always finds it rather taxing.

After all, he's only been on the job for over a year, and his early career was spent cramming knowledge for training high school horse girls; in other words—the knowledge he's absorbed counts as laying the foundation for, and advancing, horse girl training.

This problem seems big at first glance. But because Aomo Lindun has good aptitude and physical specs, plus the monster cards as a suitable auxiliary plug-in, the rhythm of 'trainer and horse girl growing together, slightly ahead by one notch' can be stabilized; to him it's nothing much, akin to the stage of 'hard to improve but still managed to pull through!'

But when facing the adult group—comprising retirees, soon-to-retire, and those retired for years—it can be said to gather all the late-stage phases a trainer might encounter at once, making even plugging in insufficient.

Or perhaps the plug-in isn't flashy enough.

After all, the potential of monster cards certainly still has a vast blue ocean, and Aomo is a relatively conservative user. He always emphasizes balance in card use, testing his personality data deviation daily; the monster card he currently overuses the most is just one Gilbari.

And this is unavoidable.

After all, the Ultimate Arbiter's such information-specialization advantage, placed in the Federation of the super-information age, is practically synonymous with absolute utility.

The more one enjoys surfing the net, the harder it is to detach; for someone like Aomo, who relies on the net for information gathering, filtering, or pure hobbies, it's even harder to refuse.

But after prolonged use, one still needs to take a break of a day or two, striving to counter the emptiness of the false omniscience feeling from losing direct internet connection and understanding everything.

The addiction to power—this peculiar mindset tempering comes from viewing monster power as a tool rather than the entirety of monster users; everyone experiences some of this.

If one cannot successfully resist, the mindset's position will undergo a rebound-like skew.

【Corrosion Level Greatly Deepened】

If reality were a game, there would likely be such a line annotation.

But reality is not a game.

Although many companies indeed combine game systems with personal terminals and even bodily modifications, creating works akin to webnovel systems to boost life satisfaction, making the notion 'If only there were a framework for issuing tasks and rewards, even work and homework would be more energetic' come true.

Moreover, there exists technology applying that framework to otherworldly game-like development—Aomo tried contacting the Beast King to no avail, yet received an automated reply mentioning that the latter's return to his homeland seemed partly due to invitations from such conglomerates.

They actually dared to invite the infamous Beast King for a project… just looking at those few lines of text shows nothing notable, and the fiend couldn't tell at first whether it was an excuse or the truth.

All that's known is that the Two Worlds Safety Bureau's response was clear: the Beast King has indeed left the current universe.

This leaves him somewhat regretful.

He still wanted to share the joy of his achievements with them, but the Beast Sect, which had been hounding them for a while, was completely caught; even if they didn't care, he could at least hear the details.

After all, according to the Two Worlds Safety Bureau, it has already been decided to send this batch of criminals back to their home universe in batches.

Even before the decisive battle, contact had been made with the Two Worlds Safety Bureau and the Holy Terra Federation's deeds on the other side of the universe; thus this decision's approval and execution flow as smoothly as opening a floodgate, and today is already the time for the first batch of criminals to be repatriated.

It also happened to be a good chance to bring them along for a look… glancing at the sticky-note man regarded as a rare animal by Neihai, Yuta, and Liangmazhongpeng, Aomo turned back and looked again at the place that always made him feel lacking, since they basically trained themselves and he merely served as a supervisor on the adult horse girl track.

Although there are many matters, after all, one must first handle what's at hand before being qualified to bring up other things.

(End of chapter)