Chapter 442: NO．25：But You Can't Imagine Who He Found

NO. 25: But you can hardly imagine who he found.

This is the third day of August, and Omer and Tea are sitting on a bench in the URA Association, chatting idly while waiting.

As for Suzi, the teahouse, and Bourbon—the three horse girls—they have already returned to the Central Training Grounds, just like Narita Hakujin, who has also returned to the training grounds.

After parting ways in Canaan City, this girl went a long time without much contact with Omer, nor did she again bombard him with intense questions about whether he runs, as she used to; her whole demeanor now lies somewhere between becoming normal and gradually drifting apart.

But when Omer tried to contact her, asking if she could help keep an eye on the three during training, her seemingly fast-typing reply might prove that she's just become a bit more normal.

Of course, perhaps it's also because he mentioned that the three horse girls would soon participate in their debut race…

The senior's care for juniors—this lone wolf horse girl is inherently a cold-hearted yet warm-hearted person.

But as speculated above, after seeing each other again at the training grounds, Omer realized it wasn't just about looking after juniors—it was more about cultivating future rivals.

Because Narita Hakujin's demeanor has changed.

Compared to before, when she merely appeared aloof, only showing a hint of ferocity when running, or perhaps appearing dull or subdued, today's encounter could be described as razor-sharp to the extreme.

Rather than saying she came to guide training, it's more like she wants to compete herself.

It seems… the monster unafraid of shadows is returning to the track……This somewhat surprises Omer.

Every edition of the Dream Cup sees many veteran athletes return to the track, and Devil has his own list based on personal understanding.

Who might return, who couldn't possibly return, who must return—these are marked with percentages indicating likelihood, and in this list, Narita Hakujin is not high.

She has no desire to reclaim lost honors, nor does she have an opponent she longs to face.

Last time we met, it wasn't like this……Less than a month ago, what did she go through?

Although Omer was puzzled at the time, he didn't press further.

He still had things to attend to.

And it was a special kind of busy.

So busy that there was originally no need for Shin Tea to come along—because Omer might not have had time to attend to her.

Just like when he ran to the London municipal government a few days ago, he brought his ID, trainer badge, and each of the three horse girls' identification documents, needing to visit several departments to fill out forms and register for races.

In an era with abundant intelligent robot assistants and where most procedures can be handled online, this is practically rare.

But it's already the second time, isn't it?

Regarding the rigidity and outdated nature of policies, Hongying people and the Far East region belong to opposite ends of the same spectrum—roughly equivalent.

It's enough to make Omer complain about why he keeps encountering two rounds of "uncivilized" relics in such a short time.

Of course, URA Association and the London government still differ—namely, the URA Association's building layout diagram is searchable on their official website.

Once he clarifies the building's passage structure, using the Megillas card for spatial transfer, Omer can save a great deal of time.

Thus, the most time-consuming part is no longer walking back and forth, but waiting for the Race Committee's evaluation and approval of the submitted documents.

Then he and Tea chat during this waiting period, occasionally glancing at the light-screen communication that was originally meant to be his main way of passing time.

Climber: 【…Trainer……are you there…? …A friend discovered something…】

Looking somewhat puzzled at this Umaline message pop-up, Omer naturally knows this ID belongs to Tea House, though her slow typing doesn't affect the internet, and she never overuses ellipses when typing.

Unless she's hesitating or thinking about something while typing.

As for the ID……

The black-haired horse girl indeed has a passion for mountaineering and once asked Omer, while sharing coffee, if he had any interest in it.

Omer doesn't dislike this kind of self-challenge—human longing for peaks is ancient, the desire to conquer heights is rooted in the heart, and even in the source-energy cultivation of Eastern Flame culture, there exists a similar transcendent philosophy.

As for "immortal," the character literally means person and mountain; in Omer's self-admittedly shallow understanding, it's simply: ask the world—is this mountain the highest, or is there somewhere even higher than heaven?

Climbing and transcendence—people always expect to be more outstanding, more perfect, even to surpass those around them.

The so-called scenery from high places is no different from the scenery ahead—both are realms unreachable by anyone.

He certainly has interest, but that will have to wait until he has free time in the future.

And he'd like to brew a cup of rich, fragrant coffee on the summit at dawn……

He doesn't even know if there's a pressure cooker that can make coffee up there (x).

But for now, friend?

Which friend? Did something happen at the Sunday Quiet Stall?

Though it's not really worth being surprised about.

After all, although he's had no presence lately, earlier he was rather embarrassing, but that guy has always been involved in shady areas behind the scenes……

But even so… it seems hardly worth contacting himself over.

Omer thought this, then typed his reply:

【Here, what's wrong?】

Climber: 【…Friend said……hmm……Narita-senpai's phone wallpaper is you】

Moon Ring Snake: 【？】

Omer hesitated slightly, then typed: 【Devil form?】

Climber: 【Yes…or perhaps Devil Fusion Beast……】

Moon Ring Snake: 【Don't mind what Sunday Quiet said—no need to pay attention, it's probably baseless anyway】

——【You say who's baseless?!】——

Suddenly appearing black text swelled and exploded into a font effect—sudden and chilling—but Omer didn't blink, shifting his gaze downward from that ink-like stain.

Climber: 【Okay, ah, trainer—how's the registration going?】

Omer was about to type when he heard the door open beside him, followed by a cold, detached voice:

"Race approval passed, Trainer Linton—you'll receive an SMS reminder within five minutes for you and the competing athletes."

"Okay, thank you."

Standing up, Omer gave a slight nod, glanced at Tea, who had also stood and stretched lazily, then immediately replied to Tea House.

Yuehuanshe: 【Within five minutes there will be a message notifying Suzi and Bourbon to pay attention, your race schedules are not the same】

Mountaineer: 【Good!】

A rare exclamation mark… probably the other side of the screen is also smiling……

Remembering the other party's typing habits as well, so as to be able to notice such details, Aomo couldn't help but smile, and then was poked on the left cheek by an index finger.

"Little Snake! Never mind that I was typing wherever I was, and you still giggled foolishly!

"Before I didn't even hear you speak," answered while firmly pressing the finger against the face, Aomo looked helplessly at this sheepishly puffed-up guy, "And it shouldn't even be called foolish laughter, right?"

With his consistent expression management experience, intentional expressions would never be misjudged.

"Clearly you're very foolish, not a shred of your usual shrewdness!"

"Then be foolish, " because of the knife-like gazes from around, he retreated half a step to avoid the 'firing range' of that index finger, Aomo waved at Sai again, "Now you're also done, where are you headed? Give me the coordinates."

Even the seemingly free-and-easy teleportation ability of Mefilas is subject to confirmation of the land.

"Just the comic shop from last time! I want new monster references! And I need to confirm the villain selection!"

"... You should still be focusing on researching that instrument together with Suzi and Bourbon."

"The prototype isn't out yet? It's already usable!"

"Three broken cards, the shipment rate is even lower than Bourbon's instrument, can that still be considered usable?"

"If cards can be condensed, it means the energy screening was successful, which is just… a synthesis problem."

"Since that's the case, seeing you also want to rest, could you return the Witch Beast to me? The workload for the three horse girls' races and other athletes' related information is getting heavier and heavier."

"Eh? I'm still waiting to find the super agent!"

"Well, okay, then…… if we change direction, could you ask her if there's any recent news about the Baru Beast X?"

"Baru Beast X?"

"Yes, it's been a while, I think he should also find a match for the free armor."