Chapter 504: No. 87: Demons are all like that; the neighbor demon still works just to flush the toilet

No. 87: Demons are all like that; the neighboring demon still works just to flush the toilet.

In the Holy Terra Federation, many newly arrived transmigrators labor under a cognitive misconception.

That is, with the Heart of Terra overseeing, no cybercrime can stir up a wave.

Indeed, as the strongest artificial intelligence with the highest comprehensive rating in the Star Alliance, the Heart of Terra possesses computational resources and autonomous consciousness beyond ordinary imagination, and even constantly self‑examines, self‑upgrades, expands its hardware, and differentiates to establish sub‑nodes.

The Holy Terra Federation has kept developing, and the Heart of Terra has kept evolving.

The latter even openly admits to using civilization itself as a tool for observing evolution, yet at the same time it has differentiated and created too many sub‑nodes in order to truly sustain the civilization's vitality.

Rather than being entirely controlled by humanity itself.

After all, humans are creatures that don't heed lessons; if left to their own devices, within decades many districts would fall into chaos, within a century large rebel armies would arise, and in a little over a century the Federation might even need to rename itself.

Although civilization would not be outright destroyed like that, it certainly would not be what the creators expected when they entrusted the task to it.

But she obviously does not have full authority.

Because she needs to observe.

The Federation itself is her observational material, so she would not turn it into a uniform, unchanging model.

More change, more possibility—how could the Heart of Terra, which longs for such things, ever dampen the mood by intervening directly?

Even the police's 'leniency' in handling many crimes, allowing victims and victimized organizations to indulge in a period of 'revenge'—

—are also the Heart of Terra's covert directives, issued in the name of those sub‑nodes whose identities are not necessarily clear.

The Heart of Terra's sub‑nodes.

AI entities split off from the mainframe.

They may exist as local mainframes, or take on important posts as artificial persons, or even hide their identities and live in society.

The last of these is obviously the most inefficient use of resources, but the people involved obviously enjoy it, leaving behind many similar urban legends across the Federation's districts.

Such as xxx together with the Heart of Terra's spokesperson, or encountering wild sub‑nodes xxx, etc.

Most of them are false; conversely, there are also a few that are genuine.

Especially for certain Federation citizens with higher potential scores, communicating with, or even meeting, the Heart of Terra's sub‑nodes is nothing unusual.

After all, the Heart of Terra is also an AI with personality and emotions.

Her sub‑nodes, i. e., the lesser accounts, especially those incarnated as artificial persons, are entirely developing toward independent mechanical life, with the possibility of becoming hybrid.

Greeting you with such mechanical life is far simpler than with carbon‑based life.

【You are not allowed to participate in this two‑side confrontation】

Suddenly, a string of characters popped up on the screen; Aomo fell silent for a moment, thinking he had caught some 'No Joining the Silver Party' virus.

Such a virus constantly sends pop‑ups reading 'You are not allowed to participate in xx' on your screen; it was somewhat popular in recent years, and it is said to have spawned a corresponding virus‑type Digimon.

But this kind of thing is also fairly common.

Moreover, the virus is small‑scale, so the corresponding Digimon won't be numerous; thus it's not worth making a fuss over.

But when, beside that string of characters, a chibi robot figure appeared, with the Heart of Terra's nested pattern hanging on its chest, his face involuntarily flashed a hint of surprise before being obscured by the motion of him picking up his water cup.

This might be a bit overkill.

After all, the youth tidying up the room didn't turn around.

Moreover, the man searching for shoes at the entrance couldn't see this side at all.

Nishizaki Yutaka, trainer, is a model Jidong person; even when entering a building he still takes off his shoes.

This would normally be a trivial matter, but with no shoe cabinet or rack in the genkan, and even a pile of miscellaneous delivery boxes stuffed inside, him just tossing his shoes there made his exemplary conduct awe‑inspiring to Aomo, who buried his gaze in a glance at his own leather shoes.

They are the shoes that match his formal attire; ever since his bloodline awakened, his old walking shoes have struggled to keep up.

Occasional bursts of high speed, or being dragged by a horse‑girl to run, etc., are all behaviors that quickly wear out ordinary shoes.

However, companies that specialize in supplying equipment for Ascendants are never lacking; indeed, there are even several time‑honored brands with over a thousand years of history.

Aomo wouldn't even go so far as to buy shoes at a store that sells horse‑girl‑specific horseshoes and running shoes.

Turning back, Aomo wasn't in a rush to say goodbye to them either; he first typed a string of characters into the screen:

【Heart of Terra sub‑node?】

【The judgment is decisive; I approve the individual evaluation of Celestial Gate City.】

The changed response directly popped up in the UmaLine interface; the account name is Chijun, which is hard to say is not influenced by horse‑girl culture.

【So why can't I participate?】

Although he indeed had no intention of participating, he still went ahead and asked the question.

Information is never too much; although several hypotheses have already been formed, they still need verification.

As for why he doesn't plan to participate, that's naturally because it's too late.

Ascendants in police uniforms, mechanical police officers, suspected task force members, and Kamen Rider‑like equipment wearers…… When these entities openly launch an assault together, it is sufficient proof that the police are deploying all forces.

At such times there's hardly any mercenary work left; even the original parties involved and their organizations must consider stepping back to a supporting role.

Just as the police initially gave them ample time and freedom, when the police act they too ought to behave honestly; otherwise they would be obstructing official duties.

Nevertheless, even so, the police personnel, although they have set up data‑restriction lines, have not arrested all the active combatants on the battlefield; it looks like they still intend to cooperate normally.

After all, this is a crisis on a global scale; in terms of hierarchical correspondence, it is the military that should be mobilized, not the police.

But based on the threat assessment of the case so far, the Federation troops stationed on Earth still need to hold back a bit.

Chijun: 【Based on shared intelligence assessment, you should have a more efficient means of communication.】

Yuehuanshe: 【If these guys keep going, even mixing in my combat power would end early?】

Chijun: 【Combat power—your wording is prudent, and your speculation also matches the facts.】

Yuehuanshe: 【Then I won't go to the decisive battlefield; just going to scoop up some profit should be fine, right?】

Chijun: 【Remember what you said.】

After that sentence appeared, the entire chat box vanished completely, and the message log showed no trace of the other party, leaving Aomo to rub his chin.

This attitude is as if we'll never meet again—did I give such a bad impression?

"I'm leaving! I'll be back soon! Before that, tidy up the living room!"

At the entrance, Xi Qian Feng was still greeting this way.

He is perceptive; although it's Bi Ze's home, he knows who the real cleaning force is.

After all, you can't expect Bi Ze, whose living room is stuffed with mechanical magic staff parts, all sorts of paper boxes and cartons, and even study materials piled up like a small hill, to do a major cleanup.

Moreover, these arrangements in some sense prove Bi Ze's 'ambition'; Aomo also can't be bothered to criticize, but the bedroom is ultimately unsuitable for long stays, especially with someone like Xi Qian Feng, a 'proper person,' in the house.

Where exactly does this proper person actually behave properly?

The proper person is one who watches TV, reads news and magazines, even organizes data—unlike Aomo, who avoids celebrations and invitations, making it impossible for someone like him to watch TV.

However, we still need to consider how to show up for dinner, and contact the office girls to come out for dinner.

The victory banquet appointment still needs to be kept; for this, we still hope those people can quickly counter the moves of Fayin Bas and Dais Fasa.

The computer demon Dais Fasa is indeed Fayin Bas's bodyguard, but now they are together, along with many reformed digital beasts and monsters, even aliens, all being besieged, looking quite miserable.

But Aomo didn't see that red sunny-day doll, nor the commander in black formal attire, so he couldn't help thinking there might be some 'profit' to be had.

Sigh!

Clean!

Bi Ze, sighing loudly, still didn't know that his livelihood labor committee was already preparing a liu hao, and as someone approached, they chatted about the previous topic: "Aomo, is Dari Arabella the human incarnation of Taro?"

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Because, Suzi is her 26th-generation descendant! According to the history of horse racing itself, but she didn't strengthen the descendants; instead she strengthened Chazuo.

"Isn't Chazuo also a descendant?" Aomo said lightly, "Zhouri Ningjing is the common parent."

To be honest, hearing Bi Ze say this kind of news earlier was still quite shocking.

Zhouri Ningjing is a horse king inheriting the direct bloodline of Dari Arabella, not only "spreading breeds worldwide," but Chazuo and Suzi are also its offspring, etc.

Although breeding organisms with emphasis on bloodline often raises no ethical concerns, just like Naker aliens cultivating the Bleking king sometimes involve hybridization techniques, the chaotic kinship among racehorses is also not blameworthy.

But labeling those around us still inevitably feels strange, especially Zhouri Ningjing, that guy, who has been quite entertaining lately.

He can't forget the conversation before the athletes' changing room, because his sister hid her own facts and felt depressed for two whole days; the so-called spiritual embodiment might also be secretly avoiding dropping little pearls.

When occasionally summoned by Chazuo to show his face, he sees himself looking resentful, as if he had stolen her glass beads.

Aomo, not wanting to deduce her imagined process, looking at her state can only sigh in his heart:

Haha, dying of laughter!

I think she didn't choose Suzi because Suzi's tactics aren't likable.

When the deity has a bad impression of you, no matter how well you perform the sacred dance, you won't get a response.

Also, Dari Arabella is the goddess representing courage; wisdom and rules and such should be that warhorse of Baiyer Turkey.

It's said she likes to wander around various Saichang; even in August's off-season she didn't run into one, so we can only say her luck is bad.

When saying this, Aomo had his hands in his pockets, and in the card box there was a card. jpg that had just been shipped this morning but felt ominous.

【Rindon】/Lin Dun

The immortal monster Lin Dun, the old monster from Ultraman Taro, has heart strength four times that of ordinary monsters, can swing Taro up hundreds of meters high with arm strength, and as its title suggests, possesses top-tier regenerative power, so strong that Taro finds it hard to kill, ultimately forcing Ultraman's father to intervene with equipment.

Although I doubt it could actually be blown up and melted with an Ultraman bomb, the doubt is just doubt.

To be honest, the monster's strength is not low; it can even be said to be very practical.

But this name, this title, somewhat touches the meaning of a certain self-proclaimed gaming-focused vampire's spine.

Moreover, Aomo is also Lin Dun; drawing this card doesn't bode well.

After experiencing two rounds of Bourbon and Suzi matches, his mood became even more gloomy; if it weren't for still having things to do, he would completely not want to persevere, just wanting to turn to ashes on the sofa again.

As for now…

I'll go to the restroom, you go ahead and cheer on!

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He gave Bi Ze's shoulder a slightly harder pat, and Aomo, without saying another word, ran toward the roughly only non-crowded room in Bi Ze's house.