Chapter 535: NO. 118: You've become weak, because of the Traveler (x) (4k)

NO. 118: You've become weak, because of the Traveler (x) (4k)

To the ordinary spittoon head Mr.

Congratulations, Aomo Lindun, nominated in the top10 of the annual Hei'an Villain System selection, has won the championship.

Since it is difficult to contact the concerned party to discuss further cooperation, we need your assistance.

Please reply within a Star Alliance week.

From the Hei'an Annual Villain Selection Organizing Team

PS: The commemorative trophy and the championship trophy will be delivered together with the stationery; please take note.

The large trophy, bearing a dark and ferocious emblem, is obviously the commemorative award for the nominees' fans.

Although it is not marked which edition it is, nor does it have a special trophy design, it is sufficient to deal with fans and has become an especially important bragging capital for them.

Meanwhile, the trophy next to it, which is several sizes smaller and only one chi high, is exquisitely crafted.

The main body is a crescent-moon-shaped gemstone; within its layered interplay hides a hazy moonlight-like pale blue glow, indeed it is moonstone from the feldspar mineral group, and it also possesses the rare cat's-eye effect (many gemstones, when cut into a cabochon, display a bright band with some mobility (flash or gleam) on the surface, named for resembling a cat's narrow vertical pupil).

Bi Ze doesn't understand gemstones, but he can also see the care put into making this trophy.

Especially the columnar glow on the gemstone lines up perfectly with the mouth and tail of the black viper coiled around the gemstone.

Black with a purple hue, the obsidian carved into a lifelike, menacing viper coils around the moonstone crescent; the tightly carved tail gives the viper a constricting feel, as if its tail is embedded in the moonlight's end, while the moonlight's head is being swallowed by the viper's mouth.

This reminded Bi Ze of the username Aomo has always used, seemingly unchanged and common:

Yuehuanshe

But here it is the opposite—a snake encircling the moon, with the black viper coiling around the luminous moon, its head and tail firmly gripping the central moonlight, giving him a sense of oppression.

Bi Ze doesn't understand art, but aesthetics does not emphasize thresholds.

When his gaze lands on it and he finds it hard to look away in a short time, he can praise the trophy's extraordinariness, but he doesn't want to place such a trophy in his home, let alone that it should be given to Aomo.

But would Aomo like it?

Bi Ze can't help but doubt this.

Even he himself feels oppressed looking at this thing; is it really suitable to give as a gift?

Does the organizer of that voting competition really know how to design a trophy?

Although he admits this thing seems awesome and painstaking, perhaps all that effort and awesomeness are misplaced.

The Hei'an Villain System design vote isn't really a vote for Hei'an villains; don't think the champion truly represents villain aesthetics, kora!

Originally the email was already hard to send out, and now even the trophy is difficult to give away… It's inevitable that his extraterrestrial-like train of thought feels guilty, thinking that although he seems to have given his brother a big V start, everything else is not so good.

Never mind anything else, just this whatever development for future cooperation… Although he knows the vote will arrange for the champion designs like models, figurines, postcards for fan feedback, and will also give the champion prize money and peripheral revenue sharing…

Previous generations have been like this, and Aomo is no exception.

But his brother has recently seemed to want to keep a low profile.

He has turned on protection for his phone, his account shows offline all day, and I heard that reporters and fans have gathered outside his office——

——In the morning he even saw on the mercenary streaming site a streamer lurking outside Lindun's office, with thousands of viewers watching simultaneously in the live room, making him unable to tell whether they are the streamer's fans or his brother's fans.

This is just one of those live rooms; searching 'Lindun office' can turn up dozens of related live streams.

That instantly gave him a feeling of unease, as if he had caused trouble.

Well……

It seems he underestimated this vote, as well as the weight of those fans.

The scale being large is fine, but these fans' executive power…… also seems a bit too strong.

Hype! They're definitely just riding the hype!

For now, Bi Ze could only think this way, and he stuffed the stationery into the drawer beside his computer desk.

He then listened closely to the living room—only the sound of the robot vacuum cleaner.

So he steadied himself.

His brother hasn't arrived yet; perhaps he should first hide it?

After all, he merely nominated himself and posted a few photos; the later increase in votes is quite inexplicable.

First came a guy named Ka Lian Ka Lian, who brought a group of suddenly appearing members to vote, gaining basic exposure; then several more strange fan leaders appeared, completely putting on a very formal and serious guise to guide organized group voting.

Then, after two rounds of promotion, a few new photos with clarity comparable to his own uploaded photos flooded the material library, and the vote count went completely crazy.

And from that time on, Aomo's voting zone became something he couldn't understand, yet he was greatly shocked by its appearance.

But he still harbored a hint of expectation in his heart.

It seems…… maybe he can really push his brother to first place?

As the initiator, his inner unease was instead covered by a certain expectation, even drawing him back in to cooperate with those few 'fan leaders'.

'Ordinary Spittoon Head', 'Monsters Are Necessary', 'Launch an Experiment', 'Wolf King', 'Voice of the Masses'—clearly they don't seem to know each other, but thanks to the crude communication of that voting interface they achieved a clear division of labor, like several villain executives in a hostile organization battling it out in the villain-system design vote.

And a certain top boss remains completely unaware of this.

Of course, it's hard to say now.

"If you plan to act, be decisive, Bi Ze." The voice of Ba'er Shou x suddenly came from the phone on the desk, pulling Bi Ze out of his dazed stare at the trophy.

"Oh right! Right! Need to hurry——"

Dingdong~!

He had just taken a step when he heard the doorbell ring from the living room.

Moreover, the newly purchased robot lady spoke out: "Here I am!"

Ah this! Don't!

After hesitating for half a second, whether to continue moving the trophy or to protect the robot lady outside, he suddenly chose to hide the trophy.

——

"Who are you?"

I am a home-use maid-type bionic person purchased by the owner, named Zhuohua, Mr. Aomo.

Home-use? Aomo looked dubiously at the girl before him who seemed to reference many paper‑person images yet also seemed not to, wearing a lifelike maid outfit.

He spoke fluent, soft Jidong; the owner's address was smooth and natural, making Aomo suspect Bi Ze's purchasing intent.

Home-use…… This word originally had no ambiguity, but thinking it was Bi Ze, it gained a nagging value.

But his trip was for legitimate business, not the gossip brothers' operating system, so he didn't expand on the topic, merely nodding: "Is he in the bedroom? Miss Zhuohua, I have business with him, or rather, I made an advance appointment."

Although he was clearly equipped with a lifelike language module, and likely also a personality module, so his speech wasn't mechanical or stiff.

As for how he knew my name…… transferring the contacts of acquaintances into the phone I just got is natural; a network‑enabled mechanical lifeform doesn't lack such a function.

Even if it's merely so‑called home‑use.

But Aomo still habitually gave the other party easier‑to‑handle keywords.

As for why mention the bedroom…… because Aomo knows Bi Ze is always rooted in the bedroom at home.

As for the living‑room layout, if there are no guests, it has nothing to do with him.

Likewise, the kitchen layout has been deserted for a long time, but perhaps now it has an owner.

"Yes, he's in the bedroom; should I report to the owner?" Such a question from a 'person' who could make pots and pans submit.

"No need, I think he's already heard it." Aomo said, glancing toward the bedroom.

The door wasn't closed, and moving sounds could still be heard; even if it were, the house's soundproofing is average, so he could hear the washing machine starting on the balcony.

"Okay, Mr. Aomo."

He nodded, Aomo glanced at the broom in her hand, a fleeting thought crossed his mind—'perhaps a robot sweeping isn't as efficient as a robot vacuum'—and he blandly said, "Hmm, just keep working."

Saying that, Aomo walked past her and headed for the bedroom.

There, the young man he was looking for sat in the ergonomic chair, stood up, and opened his arms in a welcoming manner: "Brother, you're here! Haven't seen you in days!"

"

Meanwhile, Aomo just silently took off his glasses; his dark‑red pupils turned and swept toward the wardrobe in the bedroom.

"What were you moving just now?"

"Um, a few parcels."

Bi Ze isn't good at concealing things.

At least for Aomo, he only needed to recall the route of the moving sounds he'd heard earlier, then observe the other's subtle facial changes over a few seconds, and he sighed: "A parcel more sensitive than that outdoor robot?"

"Why ask that? Zhuohua isn't sensitive; she's just a home‑use maid robot."

"Can a home‑use maid robot have a design flaw causing a tilted stance? Her condition isn't suitable for moving."

"Although I've heard that current bionic persons replicate such physiological details, it's still surprising that it can be verified—did you use magical assistance in battle?"

"All right, all right!"

"!" Bi Ze raised his voice by an octave to cut off the topic: "Aren't you here for something?"

"

"Master?" the maid outside the living room heard the sound.

"It's fine! Keep sweeping…… go rest on the sofa! Don't sweep the floor—this is an order!"

"Yes."

Bi Ze turned his head and saw the brother raising his hand and twisting his mouth, completely dumbfounded, saying: "Just laugh if you want to!"

"What's there to laugh about? Go ahead and praise, Asa‑xi nie, Bro Bi." Aomo wore a template‑like smile.

"You're definitely laughing hysterically inside!"

"That's hardly fair to think so poorly of your brother; we should celebrate that Mr. Bi has finally left the take‑out life, and by the way, is the bed big enough?" He said, glancing at the bed.

Never mind that—any risqué cushions up there are truly gone.

This truly is a judgment criterion worth highlighting.

Bi Ze impulsively reached out to tap the brother for communication, but forgot the gap between them.

"What about your four girls—are you still joking with me?"

"That's no longer just joking," Aomo easily brushed aside Bi Ze's furious hand, slightly restrained his smile, "At sixteen or seventeen, I don't look forward to the day Biquikesi arrests me."

Perhaps the student council will strike first; then the team will be led by Ludao fu, with deputy possibly Bai Ren and Qianming.

Relationships between trainers and underage horse girls have always been scandals; in Difangteleisen, dozens of such cases each year need handling by the student council.

By contrast, no one in the central authority has yet set an example.

"Bicuikes?" Bi Ze frowned, struggled to recall, then asked in surprise, "Shihuaiya?"

He truly hadn't remembered the full name of Xiaonaofu; although they'd ridden together at the monster expo earlier, he still had to think hard to recall it.

"Of course, you should also note that befriending a police officer means you ought to be more law‑abiding—for example, the Bionic Person Protection Law."

"I wouldn't abuse Zhuohua!"

"Not hard to believe, so let's get back to the point," Aomo said, walking a few steps to sit on the bed's edge, "What do you know about the desert‑hero horse girl, or horse racing?"

"Desert‑hero?" Upon hearing the question, Bi Ze pulled his chair back, sat down, relaxed considerably, lifted his index finger to lightly examine his head, "Let me think… horse racing is also Old Man… oh, the Zhouri Ningjing breed."

"…Which number is it?"

"Never counted," Bi Ze lowered the chair's recliner, half‑lying as he continued to recall, "At least forty‑fifty? If we're talking only G1 horses."

"Really v5," Aomo praised unenthusiastically, tracing a light screen in the air.

His impression of Chazuo's older sister kept getting stranger.

Right, but you probably shouldn't be asking about that.

"I want to ask about the desert‑hero's racing record—for example, any arch‑rivals? Or well‑known opponents?" Aomo said, picking up the male fire dragon model from the bedside table to examine it.

Bi Ze didn't mind either; a good buddy isn't a troublemaker, and besides, he'd once visited Aomo's room to admire his model collection—though back then Aomo's room was still in the residential complex.

Arch-enemy? No way? I do know an opponent, a guy named Ji Zhao, and he's also a Symbolist—you should know that.

I know, the Symbolist horse girl from Anmei District—though born there, her mannerisms have a distinctly ancient Eastern style.

And, like Ludaofu Xiangzheng and Tianlangxing Xiangzheng, she also possesses a tough, spirited style that doesn't lose to men, to the point that the trainer circle once jokingly called all Symbolist horse girls handsome guys.

She's living a normal life, Aomo said.

She's certainly living a normal life, haven't we been waiting for the trainer? Bi Ze said, bewildered, "What's up? Did something happen to Desert Hero?"

No, but the horse girl related to Desert Hero might have run into trouble," Aomo said, looking at the newly swapped Thunder Wolf Dragon model, "I want to use elimination to confirm which racehorse related to Desert Hero—whether OP or G3, G2, G1, any will do—that she's raced against, especially beaten...

Recalling what Miss Desert Hero called 'can't be without the opponent' and 'want to race again,' Aomo judged that this feeling of mutual rivalry with the opponent carried a hint of wanting revenge.

Can you list them out?

Do we really need to go through all this trouble? You don't have any other related clues?" Bi Ze propped himself up to look at him, also looking at the model he was playing with in his hand.

Then he lay back down; he wasn't feeling very energetic either.

I do have something, let me think…" Aomo put the model back, stood up, picked up something else, sat back by the window, and pondered: "The opponent's way of speaking is like Bourbon, especially leaning toward a certain field—I'd guess astronomy, and defining me as an observer is quite sharp. Moreover—" "Astronomy? That's easy to guess!

Who?

New Universe!" Bi Ze propped himself up again, lifting that horse, which made him a bit more spirited, and looked at Aomo.

He also saw the trophy Aomo was holding in his hands.

Thus he became even more spirited.

Ah—

!

His shout could probably cover a marmot.