Chapter 448: NO.31: Long-Overdue Filial Piety time

NO. 31: Long-Overdue Filial Piety time

The lone wolf chasing idols galloped energetically on the grass, leading three junior trainees in their developmental stage by several horse lengths ahead, as if fighting against some nonexistent obstacle.

And the demon watching them from afar had no intention of returning, merely sighing at how strong Bai Ren's resolve was, thinking his own sprawl on the field was probably unavoidable.

It doesn't matter if the trainer loses to the horse girls or whatever; as long as no more trouble is caused, it's fine.

So now he decided to keep sitting in the student council, simply continue doing practice problems, keep an eye on the situation over there from afar, and shift back if anything happens.

Anyway, going back would probably make Bai Ren uncomfortable, so since he's researching secret techniques, he might as well assume the other party is keeping it confidential.

It was just when he moved the ergonomic chair aside, replaced it with a wooden guest chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and had done fewer than twenty problems when he suddenly heard someone shout:

Aomo! Take a look at this!

Molisen was pointing at the webpage news beside him in chibi style.

That electronic vampire, who had challenged the Platinum Slime Beast, been slain, and only revived after watching an 84-minute mini-ad, was currently in a temporary ceasefire; having reflected on the pain, he decided to keep honing his skills, occasionally being let out to run a few laps.

Aomo thought he could lower the threshold a bit, for example by challenging the Platinum Dung Beast.

Although it's still just as dirty and smelly, at least it's only in its mature stage, and the dirt and smell in the data don't match reality; deleting those useless data amounts to cleaning it, which is quite convenient!

So please, Molisen and Light Screen, stay away from me...

Aomo, who didn't even glance at his own voting site and was just flipping through the magazine Mao Xie bought, leaned back slightly to look at that news page.

The web page boldly displayed headlines like 【Chaldea Smashes Criminal Hideout!】, 【Dangerous Kemum Aliens! Clock Tower Invaded by Foreign Species!?】, 【A Self-Directed Self-Acting Scam? Contradictions in Law and Politics Department!】 and similar clickbait, causing him to narrow his eyes, instinctively wanting to raise his hand to flip, but he paused due to the subtle scent lines beside it.

To be frank, the chibi style has comic‑like speech bubbles—he's gotten used to them, but there's no need to perfect it to the point of also drawing the lines that emanate scent.

"Check its authenticity." Aomo retracted his hand and said.

This news webpage isn't any well‑known official media; self‑media content always lacks credibility and may even twist facts into the opposite of reality.

Rather than lamenting the content, one should ask: "Is the information reliable?"

"I knew you'd say that; I've already applied!"

"Oh?" Aomo glanced at his adoptive father, who was known for his efficiency, with some surprise.

Recalling how fortunate he had been to witness the other's work performance back then, that style could be described as forging ahead fearlessly, or as completely mindless, purely following as a lackey who would strike whenever told to hit someone.

As for negotiations and investigations, those were left to colleagues to handle.

Of course, as a legitimate security firm, this allocation can be called clear division of labor; Aomo had never seen his adoptive father change his position over the years, making it feel like there were no growth opportunities either.

Nowadays, each of his steps is stepping out of his past comfort zone, which instead makes Aomo feel somewhat reflective.

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Saying such an impudent remark would probably fill the screen with question marks.

Although the terminal is his own, every electronic specter tends to turn the tables, but it still depends on whether the security software regards it as a threat.

So he would only say: "Any results?"

"Don't rush; accessing the Clock Tower and Chaldea webpages is rather slow, suggesting quite a few people are curious about their status."

"Take it slow; if anything unexpected comes up that I need to help with, I'll actually get a notification," Aomo raised his hand, continuing to fiddle with the practice questions on the half‑screen that resembled a driver's license theory test, "no news means no rush."

"Actually, if you really needed to hurry, you wouldn't have the time, would you?"

"......" Aomo, upon hearing that, looked at Molisen and fell silent for a moment, then said calmly, "Undeniable."

"Take a break," the electronic adoptive father advised, "I feel you've been too hectic these two months."

"Incidents don't wait for people."

"In this world, incidents occur every moment; those of us in the security business must accept training that acknowledges we can't control everything."

"That's true—we can't handle everything, but we haven't reached the point of standing by with folded arms."

"Still squeezing time? Like when you were thirteen, juggling six part‑time jobs and working yourself to exhaustion?"

Molisen, posing that counter‑question, lowered his voice: "Although I know I'm not qualified to tell you this, back then I overdrew my living expenses badly, but now you don't need to push yourself that hard, do you?"

"It's not about giving it my all, and I won't drive myself into a corner with no way out."

"Wasn't that the case with Heaven Gate City?"

"There's no second Heaven Gate City, or are you suggesting I have a second adoptive father?"

"No second adoptive father, but there's the first one who acts as a horse girl, plus a second, third, and even later a fourth, fifth horse girl," Molisen, unusually not joking about this topic, usually when mentioning the horse girls in the house his attitude is no different from Bi Ze's.

All one can say is that worrying about being single at nineteen is like eating salty radish and worrying needlessly—he's far too young for that.

Not to mention that nowadays the average age is over a hundred; even without adjusted adulthood standards, nineteen is still very young.

Just the contemporary outlook on life means there's no need to consider obligatory lineage continuation, and marriage is no longer the prevailing trend.

When personal life is sufficiently affluent, there's no longer a need to rely on marriage as a bond to cut living costs.

The loneliness that marriage alleviates has long been replaced by greater spiritual nourishment and online companionship; even physically, one can have an intelligent partner or companion, so Bi Ze's consideration of a mechanical girlfriend is not idle talk but a commonplace reality of this era.

Even when discussing human procreation for the sake of continuity, there are artificial cultivation methods that guarantee steady growth.

Marriage is no longer required; those single individuals with rich emotional experience are now the mainstream.

Same‑sex marriage, and even the literal monogamy, polygyny, and polyandry, are all within the legal framework; there even exist lingering supportive policies from earlier years that have not been repealed.

But they are still rare.

After all, these days even married people are few, let alone a harem lifestyle.

This is precisely the shift in mindset brought about by technological development.

Only at times like this can Aomo directly sense that his adoptive father is indeed a vampire.

——His thinking is rather conservative, just like some time‑travelers.

His conservative mindset instead often makes him casually show a hint of seriousness and ask Aomo about his plans.

Then Aomo, feeling nothing about it, calmly replied, "That's stretching things a bit too far."

"If they really encountered danger, could you just stand by? Your communication with Xie and them is quite harmonious, isn't it?"

Aomo knows that this electronic adoptive father occasionally chats with the household's fellow residents; although one is on screen and the other off, he still counts as the sixth shadow member of the household.

By the way, the fifth person is Zhouri Ningjing.

This guy sporadically refreshes inside the house, but each time he appears he acts like he's worth 2.58 million, leaving Aomo unsure who the host is.

The sixth person and the fifth person should also have some interaction, after all Zhouri Ningjing always leaves via the internet, so Morrison ought to have a chance to collect tolls, but Aomo doesn't expect Morrison to have the ability to 'seek justice for his son'.

The only possible situation is that of 'children beating their father, actually being disrespectful!'

However… Aomo originally thought only the well-behaved Chazuo and Bobang would show some respect to Morrison, after all he is the trainer's foster father, but instead Qian and Suzi also proved quite friendly and tolerant.

They were even a bit reserved…… but that makes sense, after all only Chazuo and Bobang have a good relationship with his own family.

As for Suzi and Qian, they are largely unfamiliar with the topic of 'getting along well with elders'.

Unlike Aomo, who is always ready to give elders a lecture!

"Ah, I can't argue with you; you're indeed suited to be a trainer." Even the elders have admitted defeat like that.

"What does that have to do with being a trainer?"

"You hit the nail on the head, and when you talk you're always logical—you're quite good at lecturing."

"Thanks to you."

"I haven't taught you anything."

"You've given me many practice opportunities."

"You little brat!"