Chapter 454: NO.37: The Colorful World of the Internet

NO. 37: The Colorful World of the Internet

【The Clock Tower's largest virtual reality world has been shut down to the outside, suspected cause: network intrusion!】

None?

【The Clock Tower's renowned instructor, Lord Ai'ermeiluo ershi, said: This network intrusion criminal activity may be the same group that attacked the London Clock Tower crowd.】

None?

【The decryption team peeks at otherworldly information? In Chaldea's virtual reality world's inner side, a phantom of the chaotic dragon beast is glimpsed.】

None?

This is unreasonable……

"" In that chair she sat upright, her eating motions were as steady as a metronome, but her gaze remained fixed on the trainer opposite who was making touch gestures in midair.

Unlike her two companions beside her, who wolfed down breakfast with the ferocity of a tiger descending the mountain, then dragged their obviously exhausted yet not slow steps back to their respective upstairs bedrooms.

Recently, Suzi and Chazuo, when called awake to eat, are in this state; because training intensity has increased and they themselves stay up late, they feel doubly fatigued, and their dulled senses are keenly and intuitively aware only of their craving for bed.

Bopang, meanwhile, continued eating at a normal pace while staring at the trainer.

This action does not hinder her breakfast from proceeding normally; it's just that watching the trainer's undisguised vexed expression will inevitably affect efficiency.

"Master."

"Huh?"

Aomo, who had opened the light screen, met his gaze; in those clear blue eyes lay concern he could understand, which brought him back to his senses, and he smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

"Sorry, there's a small problem."

"A small problem?" Bopang continued to look at him, her gaze always clear.

This could perhaps be called a stare; the chestnut‑haired horse girl said nothing, yet already conveyed a sense of doubt.

Aomo often felt that Bopang was an excellent sparring partner, enabling him to improve his observation of micro‑expressions and his perception of emotions.

Students of the mental arts especially require talent in the latter, which is also a natural threshold of the mental arts discipline.

There are many people in the world whose atmosphere and gaze feel dull, and such people typically need a sparring partner like Bopang.

Of course, the premise is that they must be able to persevere.

Aomo is naturally not one of them; for Aomo, the difficulty in communication lies not in difficulty but in interest—are you special?

He is a patient observer who can tolerate the expressionless cyber horse girl, the arrogant and willful research horse girl, and even the obedient yet clumsy spirit‑medium horse girl who often keeps company with ghosts.

Before this, there were also people like Xintiao Qian, whose hobbies were excessively peculiar, netizens whose online chats were full of riddles, and friends like Bi Ze, who always let their imaginations run wild and had considerable barriers and generation gaps with the locals.

These people are all quite special, and it's hard to associate them with the label 'the masses'.

Their very existence makes them excellent observation material.

And for such beings capable of refreshing the social circle's template, his patience is always abundant to the point of near‑tolerance.

Under the teasing of brotherly and fatherly affection, or being called a mother‑like male caretaker, his scrutinizing gaze has never left.

And regarding this…… the girls in this room are mostly aware of it.

After all……

Speaking of emotional perception, there is probably no weakling here.

When everyone is a problem person, it amounts to there being no problem persons.

But precisely for that reason, situations like Bopang's bluntness occasionally arise.

The cyber horse girl's thought process is simply inputting commands and outputting results—nothing indirect about it.

Not spelling it out completely is the result of her recent training, thinking, and change.

In the face of such progress, perhaps it should also be praised.

"Indeed it's a small problem," Aomo said, raising his hand to swipe the side light screen again, his eyes quickly scanning it, then he chuckled, "But perhaps you could help me solve it—so, would you help me, Bopang team member?"

"Correction, Master shouldn't pose the question like that."

"How should it be said then?"

"Demonstration…" Bopang said, entering thought slightly, then put down her utensils.

A slight fake cough or throat clearing, then she lifted her arm and abruptly swung out a horizontal arc: "Help me! Bopang!"

Her tone was high, her face calm—largely a failed imitation, which left Aomo momentarily startled, then he laughed easily: "Sure, sure, of course—but if we're talking about imitation, I still wouldn't advise you to learn from that Carrot League cadre."

"That cadre's design prototype likely references that 'Overlord'; the learning difficulty is indeed too high, whereas imitating your dormitory manager is comparatively easier."

"Already marked it, replacing the previous command."

"Ah, that's not necessary either," Aomo said, seeing the other pick up knife and fork again and adopt a serious posture, he smiled lightly and shook his head, "If I may say, I'd rather Bopang express her thoughts in her own style."

"Your own style…" Bopang pondered briefly, then said, "Activated, standing by for Master's command."

"But… shouldn't the one asking questions be Master learning?"

She suddenly realized that the subject of the conversation had somehow been swapped.

"I study…" Aomo shook his head and laughed, "I think you just want a positive invitation, so I won't learn either of those; I'll just say, come help me after you finish eating, Bopang."

"Which destination should I set? Master, may I replace the bus with running, or alternatively apply for a seat on your motorcycle?"

"I'm afraid not, since we don't need to go out this time."

"Understood, Master's teleportation function."

"Don't call me some kind of mechanical tool—it's not teleportation, it's a deep‑immersion device."

"Huh?"

——

"Are you sure she can help?"

"Not sure."

"You…"

Whether or not she can be of help, if she wants to help, give her a chance; besides, I also have confidence in protecting her in the online space.

Have you considered that Chaldea might refuse your visit?

No reason.

I think accepting is actually quite unreasonable; you haven't even contacted that little girl and the big fairy.

Grace and Morgan, Morrison's way of addressing the latter is simple and direct—a fairy the size of a human, abbreviated as Big Fairy.

It sounds like some kind of Mist Lake Viet Cong.

Right now, after breakfast, Bourbon voluntarily took on the dishwashing work, while Aomo went upstairs early to debug the equipment.

He has two head-mounted deep immersion devices, but one of them is Morrison's; the electronic ghost's relic need not be burned, nor does its content need to be cleaned.

But it also needs to fit the head.

During this process, Morrison has been chatting with him.

Because I think Chaldea itself needs an informed person.

You're appointing yourself as an informed person again? When you watched the news before, you looked like a subway meme.

Because I don't understand why, in those multi-angle reports at the same time, they didn't mention that super agent.

Do you understand now?

Now I've thought of a possibility; they also don't understand.