Chapter 517: NO．100：It's hard to talk about uncertain things

NO．100：It's hard to talk about uncertain things.

In fact, once you realize Tewei'er is downstairs, there's no need to keep talking.

Continuing would be impolite!

After all...

Horse girls, basement, constantly pulling door...

The consequences of combining the three are understood by those who understand.

This is the realm of fan fiction; it's really inconvenient to explain to an outsider.

Of course, fanfic creation is basically excessive embellishment; a certain Aomo trainer basically doesn't believe the truth of fanfic plots, let alone that a basement door could restrain the extraordinarily strong Metron alien.

After all, he's already tested several doors on the road for quality; they're all ordinary materials he can easily destroy, while the door below is making the sound of a wooden door colliding.

So...

What nonsense are you stirring up again!

When the demon pointed with fingers together like a blade, a single 'blade' pierced the door panel, directly pulling it off entirely; he gazed at the embarrassed Metron alien behind the door, and his dark red eyes after returning to human form made the other break out in a cold sweat.

"Tewei'er."

His call, flat in tone, nevertheless made the Metron alien's whole body jerk upright to attention, saluting with a shout: "Present!!"

This made Jie Si Ti Si consider again giving Mr. Lin Dun a "very intimidating" label.

Or perhaps the invasion alliance's intelligence records are true? Did Mr. Lin Dun really bully Mr. Tewei'er?

If so, he couldn't just stand by and do nothing!

"Mr. Lin Dun," the righteous super agent said.

"Mr. Jie Si Ti Si, could you trouble yourself to come pick us up?"

But he was preempted by the other side!

And it was a very polite, sincere remark!

Such courtesy is rare in Chaldea; in the super agent's impression, even the nurses there are fierce! The doctors are lazy to the point of being unbelievable!

"Ah, I'm on my way, but Mr. Tewei'er..."

"Oh, you're the super agent shot down by Black, right?!!" Only then did he notice the face reflected in Aomo's public light screen, and the Metron alien exclaimed in surprise.

""

Jie Si Ti Si, pointed at through the screen, was starting to not want to bother.

But...

When Aomo glanced sideways at Tewei'er, the latter shuddered all over and took an extremely stiff step forward, blocking the doorway.

Seeing that timid appearance, the super agent's sense of justice flared up again.

Thus, in the name of Jie Si Ti Si, the name must not be disgraced!

"Um, Mr. Lin Dun."

"I hope you focus on flying, Mr. Jie Si Ti Si. I only have thirteen minutes left, or should you give me coordinates so I can bring him over?"

The heart of justice is far less eloquent than a demon's…… the super agent couldn't help thinking that, as if only then could he conscientiously admit he was completely inferior to the other in communication.

"I'm already above the academy plaza."

"Thanks for your efficiency, Mr. Jie Si Ti Si, then... Tewei'er."

As the words shifted target, they also seemed to drop a few degrees in temperature, making that seafood product shudder again and reply loudly: "Yes!"

"I suggest you go to the cockpit; the upcoming shuttle will be a bit bumpy."

"Huh?" The sudden concern left Tewei'er stunned for a moment, then he felt somewhat moved.

Then he heard another sentence: "Later we'll talk about you locking yourself up."

"Uh..."

The Metron alien fled as if escaping.

He rushed toward the Jie Si Ti Si that was impossibly hovering in midair in a fighter jet stance; perhaps the heart of justice could give him a more direct sense of security, while Aomo, in the process of turning back into a demon, looked back at the faint outline that had been following behind him—just an outline, like a spirit—of the horse girl.

He had already grasped the Ghost Love Card, intending to wrap the opponent in combined resentment and demonic power to take them away.

But when he turned back, he only saw that outline wave at him and the others, then raise both arms in a ritual-like pose, fading away completely.

Even a demon's pupils could hardly catch it; it seemed to merge with the world.

""

The black flames in his eye sockets swayed slightly; the demon, as if hearing something, merely gazed at the spot where the other had vanished, with a feeling that they might meet again.

"Mr. Lin Dun, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, let's go."

Leaping up, wings fluttering, the demon once again gripped the fighter jet's lower strut; as the jet rose, he watched the academy grow smaller, then suddenly looked upward and asked: "Tewei'er, were you already aware of this before?"

His displeasure with Tewei'er stemmed precisely from the fact that the latter had come to this place just because he was thinking about fan fiction, making everyone travel so far.

This displeasure, especially after breaking down the door and seeing that guy's embarrassed expression, rose to its peak.

Because the other was aware.

If it were unconscious foolishness, one could tentatively attribute it to instinct; Aomo also had nothing to say, after all his heart also harbored many negative emotions, and from his feelings upon first arriving in this world he could conclude the other was probably sleepwalking.

Those subconscious odd actions are not beyond understanding.

But looking at that embarrassed appearance, it's clear he knows he's doing something stupid; the previously decent impression is completely destroyed.

Yet upon further reflection, something seems off.

"No... I was dazed before, somehow ended up here, and then..."

"And then you met us?" the fighter jet interjected.

And Aomo remained silent.

No, then I seemed to hear a sound like a fleet of spaceships; instantly I became much more awake and discovered I was locked in a very strange place.

"Strange?" The fighter jet continued to hand him the microphone.

"The door seemed to merge with space, motionless; I couldn't destroy it no matter what, nor could I enlarge it."

"That's probably your subconscious; this situation is a subconscious boost," the super agent said, having authority on the matter, "This world changes according to your thoughts, but after losing support, creating something would be very hard, yet altering the nature of something already existing is still within the realm of operability."

He spoke at length, unaware of what his words meant.

"That's exactly why Aomo speaks in riddles, and also to save face for Tewei'er."

"This Metron alien still had a face; although the other didn't know the weird text, he still fell silent."

"His inner craving for the weird text was manifested and seen by others……Even if the other was pure, it still made him feel socially dead, let alone Mr. Lin Dun the trainer, who surely understood to have that reaction."

Moreover, he didn't understand why his subconscious had locked him up.

"Really weird!"

"After several seconds of silence, he sighed: 'Ah, that must be Teleis, and moreover, it's central!'"

"I came here for the first time, and I didn't even see a single horse girl! I feel my subconscious still wants to see horse girls, not to lock myself up."

He still decided to salvage his reputation.

"Maybe." Aomo chimed in suddenly.

This made him glance at the display screen somewhat unexpectedly.

Naturally, the camera couldn't capture the demon below the cabin, so his just‑arisen happiness turned into anxiety.

Fortunately, the other quickly added another sentence.

"Although it wasn't successful, I believe you really did think about racing horse girls, and even gave them a chance to barely make contact."

Tewei'er: "?"

Mr. Lin Dun is indeed a riddle‑speaker; the fighter jet recorded this in its onboard log.

(End of chapter)