Chapter 445: No. 28: Good brothers should do practice problems together

No. 28: Good brothers should do practice problems together.

As mentioned before, Digimon usually have two to three signature moves engraved in their Digicores, but they can also master some techniques that, while not quite signature moves, are still useful.

For example, the martial arts that humanoid Digimon learn and imitate from humans, and likewise the combat styles developed by non-humanoid Digimon through refinement.

For mage-type Digimon, it is only natural that they would choose to study more magic.

Those magics, which are essentially advanced code, can be activated naturally in the Digital World, and likewise in the real world——they can also be put to use.

"Whenever we reach this point, I wonder whether this real world is also a virtual world made of code."

After witnessing Barbaromon X cast magic on Bi Ze, Aomo stepped on him without hesitation, then turned to sigh at that Barbaromon X standing over two meters tall.

As for Bi Ze……

The Noble King's magic is indeed powerful; the dark-purple code pattern under heavy pressure shows a clearly visible damage-resistant tremor, while Bi Ze has already been jumping around yelling like a tomcat.

Being able to jump shows that the injury is not serious.

Actually, compared to stepping on him, Aomo would rather give him a punch.

But he also has to admit that, given Bi Ze's physique, his own venting of frustration might have to turn into grabbing his hand and hoping he doesn't die.

Or rather, not waste money on reviving.

After all, Aomo's strength is also quite inhuman; right after awakening, he even crushed utensils.

He once moved the highly resistant Ailisuzhi under Bopang's gaze; even though a horse girl's weight isn't much different from an average person's, wrestling is another matter.

What's more, the small dumbbell he used to train his arm muscles had also been curiously lifted by Bopang.

Using it was quite strenuous, and at one point he thought it might be a trainer's weapon.

After all, that small dumbbell can weigh several tens of tons; its material is obviously not ordinary, and it is also quite dangerous.

When placed in the activity room, not collapsing the floor—even the building material of Central Tressen's teaching building is astonishing.

Mercenaries probably just need this kind of inconspicuous dangerous weapon——

——the cyber horse girl once speculated that way.

It is precisely this strength that led Aomo to initially self-rate as Kamen Rider level, and this is still the norm, not a monster transformation.

Monster transformation fueled by demonic power both increases energy consumption and, like enhancement-class transformation magic, strengthens output in all aspects.

That is the power capable of killing locally enhanced residents—those with genetic optimization adjustments and inherited bloodline strength—with a single punch each.

Even if the fighting style is as trashy as the new Kamen Rider, the destruction it causes will only be high, not low.

——Of course, that amount of bleeding cannot be done.

How could a normal person's body pump that much blood? (shakes head)

So there is also a thick physiological barrier between Aomo and Bi Ze.

This barrier is like the physical difference between a typical trainer and a horse girl; a little carelessness and you'll end up in the hospital.

Even going to the Divine Blessing Gospel Class or similar facilities that handle the 'resurrection' function.

The reason this hasn't happened yet is still because the two haven't met many times after summer vacation, and due to Aomo's own personality.

The usual intimate behaviors of close friends—hand contact, playful roughhousing—have always been relatively distant for Aomo.

For him, patting shoulders, backs, or heads is already sufficiently intimate; going further would be over the top.

As for giving Suzi a massage-like bodily contact……just treat it as a work necessity.

So he doesn't need to worry about unintentionally hurting someone.

As for intentional harm……hasn't he also put up protection?

Although the other party is yelling beside him, the voice sounds energetic and carries a bewildered question:

"What are you doing?! How did I offend you?! Isn't it just that I signed with Barbaromon and didn't tell you right away?!"

Aomo manually blocked those sounds, merely gazing at that overly tall monster-form Digimon.

"Why can Digimon still use their powers after arriving in reality? Shouldn't you humans understand this better than Digimon?" The other's retort still stems from the initial sigh; hearing the answer at first even carries a hint of mockery.

Although there are also many knowledgeable scholars among Digimon who seek knowledge, even the Witchmon and Barbaromon X that Aomo interacts with most count as members.

But the earliest researchers of this topic were undoubtedly humans.

The research process was also not particularly gentle, to the extent that Aomo hearing Barbaromon X's words felt rather harsh.

It's merely a misconception; Barbaromon X is not a humanity-hater holding onto that ancient wound, and like the Noble King and the Beelzebumon above him, they treat everyone coldly, caring little about anything.

Bi Ze now can basically be considered one.

"Information……"

Aomo sighed at the conclusion reached by the initial decryption team, which is also written into the Digimon research textbooks, then glanced at the extraterrestrial youngster who seemed to realize his brother was completely ignoring him and simply started asking, "Where is this place?"

That's a good question.

He raised his hand, and a small holographic screen appeared, showing an overhead view of the campus: "This is the small grove of Central Tressen, located at the edge of the training field."

"Eh? Your workstation?"

Bi Ze momentarily forgot the faint ache in his feet, looking around with a fresh expression, as if expecting a wild horse girl to leap out from the grass.

To this, Aomo sighed: "Unfortunately, during summer vacation there won't be any horse girls popping out to duel you."

"Eh? How do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Yeah, why? I'm also looking for the answer." Aomo sighed again.

Too lazy to answer this kind of déjà vu conversation.

He either ran out mid-training or used going to the bathroom as an excuse, in order to avoid being thought to have bladder issues, he still decided to cut off this nutritionally worthless chatter between good friends.

"So you've been to that detective office, right?"

"Ah… indeed… indeed we went."

Quite rare.

Aomo rarely sees such an informative expression on Bi Ze's face.

Most of the time, this person's every action practices the 'unity of knowledge and action' school of thought; what they think and want is easy to see, and moreover, they are all relatively simple single-threaded messages.

At this moment, his face was as complex as a fan-shaped statistical chart; even Aomo, who knew him extremely well, could only discern a tangle of excitement and resistance, along with a vague apprehension.

That was enough; in a sense, it was already within Aomo's expectations from yesterday.

So there was nothing to be curious about; he simply got straight to the point.

"Have you gotten anything from over there?"

Bi Ze also obviously didn't expect it, and even didn't want Aomo to pay attention to his reaction; upon hearing the question, he hurriedly replied:

"Yes yes yes, there's a certificate, but it seems it will take a few days to get it done; they said that as a transmigrant, obtaining it requires more procedures."

Having said that, he cautiously leaned in and asked: "By the way, is this okay?"

The alien youngster's face showed considerable apprehension: "That's right; there aren't many documents in this world that take several days to process, and some might not even exist, right?"

Indeed, given contemporary data transmission and processing speeds, any certificate that takes several days to obtain is suspect, each one worth doubting; the rigidity of the London municipal government and the URA Association is not commonly seen.

Aomo felt relieved that this unlucky child finally had the demeanor a mage should have, yet sadly realized… that this skeptical attitude +10 might not stem from a change in temperament.

The Dusk Sea Detective Agency gives an impression too unreliable—this possibility not only exists, but is quite convincing.

But unfortunately, they are correct.

"Generally speaking, that's indeed the case, but transmigrants are an exception; to confirm your identity is clean enough, you must not only contact the Two Worlds Safety Bureau that handles your certificate, but may also need to go through Heaven's Gate to check your past."

"Huh? That strict?"

"Formally contracting as a Digimon Tamer warrants such scrutiny."

"Every Digimon has tremendous potential; no matter what level or branch you sign with, as long as you have the will, you can cultivate them vertically or horizontally into dangerous Ultimate forms, and even Mega forms."

"Ugh... This made Bi Ze hardly able to deny it, as he turned his head to glance at Barbaromon X."

"Never mind lateral transformation; Barbaromon X only needs normal vertical climbing evolution, which is none other than the quite dangerous Beelzebumon X."

"That is a Demon Lord-type Digimon directly linked to the faith of the Divine Blessing Gospel Squad; its skills and its weapons all bear religious elements, and when this setting is transferred to the real world, it will also be released due to the materialization of information."

"At that point, the scale will be like that of a war between gods and demons."

To be honest, such a dangerous Digimon partner is clearly too much for the newly started mage Bi Ze.

Aomo had worried from the start that Bi Ze lacked the ability to restrain or stop his Digimon partner, and if Barbaromon X ever took any action that crossed the law, Bi Ze's protagonist life could only begin from Shawshank.

You can't possibly expect him to gain enlightenment at the dragon field, can you?

Even being picked up by an alien spaceship at the dragon field wouldn't be enough!

If the crime is big enough, there's a chance to become cellmates with a merchant; by then, even the gizzard spaceship of the Mertel Dragon people wouldn't be able to come.

But looking at it now, Barbaromon X's situation is not ideal.

It has become Bi Ze's all-purpose assistant AI, existing somewhere between a personal old grandfather and a light novel all-purpose system; if anything really happens, it can only be the noble king who cannot tolerate humiliation, deciding to send the useless human partner away.

It's you again! Bi Ze!

No matter what, as long as he has credentials, as long as he can make contact with the Dusk Sea Detective Agency, letting the Xiangyu siblings and that office chief know him, and know of his relationship with me, that would be enough for Barbaromon X to weigh some matters.

This is the 'insurance' that Aomo had Bi Ze go get; the latter obviously doesn't grasp it, but it's fine as long as Barbaromon X knows.

This clueless alien youngster not only fails to understand, but even turns his head during his stare-down with Barbaromon X, his first words being: 'Hey Aomo, do you have any identification you can show me? I want to see what an ID looks like.'

"None."

"Huh?"

"I haven't registered as a Digimon tamer, so I don't even have a Digivice."

"That free?"

"No… not as free as you…"

He glanced at Bi Ze, then at the perpetually silent Barbaromon X, who seemed to be belatedly trying to enforce its Digimon setting, and Aomo was left somewhat speechless.

"If it can provoke a reaction from the Free Armor, I hope you can truly have it analyzed."

"Oh, it's not that big a deal~" Upon mentioning this topic, Bi Ze, who inadvertently revealed his true colors, showed a pleased expression, even tried to wave his hand, but Aomo caught him and slipped a card into his palm.

【Stable-running novel app for years, the source-switching app that even the old version of Chase Worms uses, huanyuanapp.】

Or rather, a card-shaped USB drive.

Only a small block in the middle is the actual USB drive; the card itself is printed with a black shadow of a bloody three-eyed figure, resembling the outline of Beelzebumon.

Aomo even designed the logo for it.

"What is this? It looks like an exclusive item." Bi Ze also recognized that the logo's prototype was Beelzebumon.

For someone like him, a transmigrator, Barbaromon X is far less famous than Beelzebumon, or rather, the Fallen Angel Hell Beast.

"Your homework."

"Huh?"

"Your homework." Unprecedentedly, he intimately patted the hand that was holding the USB drive with his palm, Aomo smiled and repeated.

"The Free Armor is one of the very dangerous Digimon spirits; analyzing it is a hugely lengthy task, but fortunately, I've paved a bit of the way for you."

"That's it, so do your best!"

Aomo said this, loosened his grip, made a solemn expression, and even gave a salute.

"Sir, this way!"