Chapter 195

Under the Holy Terra Federation, each city district's predecessor was a nation, or even a region.

This is also knowledge that transmigrators must first understand.

Generally speaking.

When a city district's area exceeds ten million square kilometers, its transportation should not be limited to buses, subways, taxis, and the like.

The existence of aircraft, high-speed rail, and the like is naturally inevitable; besides that, there will also be portals more in line with everyone's image of a magic user, as well as phase transmitters that match everyone's understanding of a tech veteran.

But!

Their usage fees are not cheap.

By contrast, the native organisms and spirits of the digital realm can, via the data network, conduct swift, professional high-speed channels, which are much cheaper.

The premise is that your data volume is not huge.

A huge data volume burdens the electronic channels, and the engineers and Digimon responsible for maintenance will inevitably complain.

Thus there are strict regulations—fee standards for Perfect level, for Ultimate level, and also for some who try to downgrade from Ultimate to evade fees, which is essentially self-deception.

Of course, these are due to the need to maintain stability in the data surface channels; in fact, you can also deep-dive into the digital world, where there is no limit on your data, belonging to the realm of 'the sky is high and birds may fly.'

It's just inconvenient to find a stable interface (exit) that connects to the data surface—those are generally built by large organizations or departments in reality, with great effort, to facilitate cooperation with Digimon via contract and protect their file data security as a quick passage.

The vast majority belong to some companies or conglomerates, after all, the base number is large.

The remaining portion consists of official dedicated entrances and exits for each city district of the Federation.

The final small part is built for various reasons; some serve as public exits, but most are like the aforementioned categories and are not open to outsiders.

This is not hard to understand.

After all, establishing a stable interface connecting to the data surface in the free and changeable digital world is inherently a rather difficult task.

That place cannot be said to be in chaos; at the very least, it is a grand arena where battles can break out at any moment.

To set up a data interface, you must hire guardians and also have maintainers.

Finally, you must also choose a sufficiently stable place; you cannot be so unlucky that turning around drags you into a Digimon legion's battle.

——Based on all of the above, you can understand how precious the stable surface interface of the digital world is.

Only those who are bold enough to make it a public passage are not afraid of having among passersby some who seek revenge on society or who inadvertently cause trouble.

Such a channel, as long as it is not destroyed, will inevitably become famous far and wide; in terms of crowding, its passenger volume is actually not much different from that of the surface channels.

Therefore, the queues for such channels also often consist of native Digimon waiting in line.

Basically, it is the interval from the Adult stage to the Perfect stage.

Not strong enough, yet not weak either.

Unable to reach the secondary network via loopholes in the tertiary layer, one must take the official channel.

"If they line up like this, they could wait several hours, Aomo-bro, look over here!"

Xiangyu Yamei supported herself with both arms on the shoulder of a five- to six-meter-tall Tyrannomon, hanging there in a posture that looked very unsafe.

It could be considered a variant pull‑up, and it gave Aomo a subtle expression, wondering whether to praise the other's arm strength.

He felt that this wasn't the first time he'd seen such a high‑difficulty move, and he seriously doubted that people who associate with Digimon all possess a magnet‑like adhesive ability that can stick them firmly to large Digimon.

But this also seems unable to explain how some people can healthily stand on top of a Digimon partner even when the partner's whole body is engulfed in flames.

They say everything from the real world gets digitized in this world, but yours is clearly invincibilized, right?

Unaffected by burning, gravity, impact, etc., right?

It's open.

Someone opened it, I won't say who.

Aomo approached resentfully pushing the cart, climbed aboard, and drove off at a humiliatingly slow speed.

Xiangyu Yamei here still needs to find on‑site the dedicated interface for the Muhai Agency; if it were too fast, it would actually be a hindrance, so it is not a direct takeoff of the Mechanical Tyrannomon, let alone the Battle Tyrannomon.

Aomo, meanwhile, was reflecting on how he had come to this point, sighing at the broken public order of the foreign land.

Even driving home he could encounter the 'sabby' biker gang wasting time, forcing him to reconsider what conditions he could use at hand.

For example, a cyber‑detective who has spent almost as much time in the digital world as in the human world.

Of course, Xiangyu Yamei ultimately remains a 'stranger' whom he had only met once and then had no contact with for years.

Even if he had heard news or intelligence about her, knowing she could solve his problem, Aomo at the time still did not immediately think of her.

Or rather, when he was about to turn back and contact Zhouri Ningjing, Xiangyu Yamei's 'just-in-time' contact reminded him that this option still existed.

But isn't that a bit too perfectly timed?

At that moment, he had just stepped out of the police station's gate.

Before that.

First, Zhouri Ningjing gave him a warning.

Then, while on the highway leaving the foreign land, he was blocked by a gang of bikers.

Although those guys' bodies and motorcycles aren't as sturdy as those here, the modifications they made for speed carry a rather contempt‑for‑life meaning.

They indeed obstructed his way home.

Because, without a metamorphosis‑field generator to provide cover, the foreign land's police response is truly swift.

Or perhaps he was too dilatory, delaying any direct 'violent motorcycle' action, merely speeding up like in a street race until the other side directly opened fire——

——Only at that moment did the motorcycle engine roar, and the rider's posture suddenly bristling with fangs and claws arose from the rider's transformation.

A demon with silver‑white thick wings like a cape blocked the bullets, declaring that the game was over and violence must be employed.

The second stage of the Beta Motorbike was actually first witnessed by these brats, which also left him helpless.

But thinking about it, this mode was built precisely to solve trouble; with trouble at hand, even a minor one isn't worth complaining about.

Thus, when several police cars arrived, he happened to see the demon rider drifting and colliding with another rider's grim posture.

That similarly demon‑like heavy motorcycle was further entwined with blazing demonic flames; silver flame streams and a black flame core embraced its posture, truly embodying unmatched malice.

It also caused him to finish the statement and still be kept on guard, with everyone staying three meters away, prepared to intercept.

That's a bit excessive.

Not just that I was a bit heavy‑handed, looked a bit fierce, my bike was a bit cool, the flames were a bit… god‑skin… those little brats' wailing is just because they're in pain; how can you suspect I'm torturing their spirits? You're prejudiced against demons!

After a thorough check, no one was seriously injured, let alone dead.

I clearly still held back.

They're just a bunch of petty troublemakers, young people with no bounty on their heads; causing injuries or breaking bones won't be pursued, but there's also no reward.

If he hadn't been hit right in front of him, he wouldn't have bothered to pay attention.

It's basically an innocent disaster, like running into a unique lower‑class culture of the foreign realm due to bad luck.

So I'm the victim, right?

Aomo's dissatisfaction with the police station deepened further; after being released and checking the time again, he was almost bearing a grudge against the foreign realm's police bureau.

This delay is so long… even going home to cook a meal could consider inviting Miss Dazhenhan's trainer to a meal.

But he still decided to struggle a bit.

Then he caught a glimpse of an unread message from Xiangyu Yamei.

The content was that he told the matter to the section chief, and the section chief also wanted to see him—words that, under normal circumstances, he would have immediately closed upon seeing.

But at that moment, his quick reaction associated it with the unique specialty of the Mu Hai Detective Agency.

So he skipped the invitation and brought up another topic: Could you help me out?

Always watching Zhouri Ningjing left there as a cyber Sadako, he thought he could try it himself, under expert guidance.

Even further—under the third‑level network that Zhouri Ningjing estimates would be unwilling to come to if there were no trouble:

"Digital World"

And unbeknownst to him, a few minutes after Xiangyu Yamei, who had come over following the network line, brought him into the Digital World.

Several standard black luxury sedans stopped at the intersection in front of the police station,

Men with horse ears and horse tails got out of the cars, moving from initial solemn seriousness to exchanging doubtful glances, and it didn't take several minutes.

Not finding the passengers, the escorts naturally wondered.