Chapter 565: with translation of chapter title

NO．147：Now you know who the ace monster is, right?

Open your eyes, and it's just feet.

Close your eyes, and you inevitably notice the strong alcohol smell, the obvious foot odor, and finally a hint of lavender.

The lavender scent may come from the sheets or from the embrace behind you, but the source of the foot smell is certain.

In short, Aomo didn't open his eyes again.

But he also didn't fall asleep.

He was just thinking.

Seeing would hinder thought, so he avoided the slight temptation hidden in that awful sleeping posture, grasping his thoughts in the meditation technique commonly used against insomnia.

First, he needed to recall.

Recalling, six hours earlier he had been wrangling over the new contract terms with the PR assistant, spending nearly an hour before finally settling it.

Immediately after, he contacted the round-the-clock super agent.

What he found was merely an information remnant in the new universe, and the parsed message was only a small part of a communication node.

This harvest was still insufficient to form a complete and stable communication band, but as the project initiator, Aomo ought to acknowledge and encourage the employees' gains, even if it was only a trifling initial result.

Usually, material rewards like bonuses are far more persuasive than words, but when facing super agents who shuttle between dimensions and run across worlds, spiritual support is actually more sincere.

After all, for beings that can become giants, aircraft, tanks, and the like, spiritual support can instead become actual assistance.

The difference lies in that children's support often comes from the heart, while adults' encouragement is often impure, even false.

But this doesn't mean children are absolutely pure, nor that adults are necessarily hypocritical; for super agents and Ultraman warriors, judging is actually simple.

Directly feel with your heart whether your power has been strengthened or replenished.

They are beings with their own idealistic perception, even possessing physical structures that can materialize that power.

Roughly speaking, they are Gundams loaded with a mental power framework, magic gods brimming with photon power, and faces ablaze with spiral power.

Do you have any ideas? They'll know from the feedback.

And then what?

After thanking and encouraging the other party once more…… Aomo remembered it was already 1:30 a. m. then.

Lappland and the Angel showed no signs of waking; instead, Texas was wrapped in a blanket like a caterpillar and carried into the bedroom.

It was clear the bedding was sufficient, but even with the air conditioner, being wrapped like that still looked rather hot, making Aomo unconsciously glance at the air-conditioning blanket Texas had placed on the sofa.

Still, that thing was cool.

He didn't intend to rely on his childlike appearance to sneak a peek into someone else's boudoir; he simply washed up briefly and then went straight to the sofa to curl up with the lights off.

Then… then……

Then what happened?

Think carefully!

No need to think, just call up the memory folder!

Aomo, on the verge of slipping into infantile thinking inertia, still recalled that he had a patched-up crystal core still in use in his brain.

Pulling that information up directly is more trustworthy than easily flawed thinking, after all his condition has been fluctuating, and here there's no need to doubt that his eyes deceived him.

Thus the characters formed by that crystal core appeared before his eyes—a stream of refined time, flickering on his retina, maintaining the dense record of a five‑minute cycle.

But if counted from midnight onward, the file isn't that long.

To the brain, sleep equals standby mode, and dream content falls outside the service range of this low‑grade crystal core.

So Aomo simply scrolled to it.

After 1:34, there were still a few intermittent timestamps.

They are:

1:45

1:57

2:10

2:40

Indeed……

Aomo had anticipated it, knowing that even in this state he would retain basic vigilance.

Because he himself is someone who lacks a strong sense of security, any sound or movement tends to wake him, especially when sleeping in an unfamiliar place.

However, this kind of waking is also quite drowsy; if it's just rain, wind, or even a vampire slamming the door after overtime work, his sleepy eyes will just close again.

This first image is obvious.

In the first‑person view of that slightly blurry image, the adjustment sound of the light‑button frame makes the light shift from bright to soft then to dim, followed by a muffled sound suggestive of bare feet touching the ground, and someone murmurs softly:

"Restroom… restroom…"

It sounds like someone getting up in the night; in the hazy, dim light only a flashing ring flickers by, turning the scene back to Hei'an.

Thus the five‑minute video is entirely silent, save for a brief utterance at the end:

"Eh? Little Aomo is here."

This is clearly Reimule, and she is not the cause.

Aomo silently retrieved the second image, which, twelve minutes later, again featured the muffled sound of bare feet stepping on carpet.

Still on the hazy screen is pure Hei'an, a person who gets up at night without turning on the light; the screen shows only a fleeting white flicker, mixed with the footsteps and a groan that sounds like pain.

Judged as a drunken foolish dog, his head should still be aching.

This image is only three minutes long, because when the progress bar reaches the two‑minute mark, footsteps approach, unclear white and gray appear on the screen, and in the poor lighting they achieve a reluctant eye contact.

This eye contact lasts thirteen seconds, ending with the other's departure; with the door closing, the screen goes black again, announcing the video's end with a half‑minute black screen.

After being 'disturbed' twice, he fell back asleep in under ten seconds, nearly reaching Nobita's state!

This is really weird……

In theory, the angel most likely to act, and Lapulande, who is most likely to act, both got up in the night and then quietly returned, so the suspect might be……

He opened the third screen, the record from late night 2:10.

Even the blurry image was gone, only a black screen; a certain little Aomo was clearly overwhelmed, unwilling to open their eyes, not even wanting to look at the sound of a door opening or footsteps.

But as a viewer, Aomo could feel that the black screen had once shaken noticeably.

That should be turning over.

As everyone knows, closing one's eyes does not mean seeing pure black; human eyelids are not thick enough to block all light, and demons are no different.

But even so, I was clearly closing my eyes at that time, so the screen only showed a black patch not dark enough, and only the sound that similarly went past the sofa faded away.

The sound was not of bare feet, but of someone wearing slippers, and the direction judged was not the bathroom, but rather toward the window.

That should be Deksasi.

When that sound stopped, the video reached its end within a few seconds.

It seems I was also quite relaxed then, so without waiting for them to return to the room, I fell asleep again directly.

Could it be at this time?

Aomo tapped out the last filtered video file; it was half an hour after the previous memory segment, at 2:40, when the screen had a brief shake, transmitting a muffled sound like bone conduction.

Then, in a blurry image, a big foot pressed against my stomach; the shared sensation of the video made me feel the impact as a phantom pain, but the me on the screen didn't pursue it, merely falling asleep again.

Really too tired…… He empathized with that soreness and fatigue of the eyelids, then suddenly opened his eyes as the video ended.

This isn't right!

That's already in bed! And Lapulande, you stupid dog!

He opened his eyes again, glaring at the guy who likely had already wriggled free from the blankets when he got up last night, and in his field of view was the other's pinky finger nearby.

The foot that had stepped on my stomach is now still kicking my face; although it hasn't reached the point of having athlete's foot, it's far from the so‑called 'soft and fragrant', and cannot be called pleasant at all.

What the hell kind of sleeping posture is this?

And the hand covering my head, Miss Lei miu le, what are you rubbing in your dream?!

He wanted to move it away.

Because the current scene is too chaotic, he didn't want to break free before they woke up, so he couldn't interfere with that hand and foot; he merely subconsciously wanted to get up, to shift backward.

But at this moment, the arm encircling his chest and abdomen was as steady as iron.

At the calf, he could even feel a slight warm, smooth sensation.

Ah this…

Aomo's struggle stopped instantly, and even his whole body went stiff.

After getting a halftime break, his body recovered somewhat.

His mind was even more chaotic, his thoughts slightly lost, plunging into the deep universe.

Does Deksasi have a habit of hugging pillows? No, that's not the point; the point is she isn't wearing pajamas! That kind of plush pajamas! The girls at the office all have them! … Wait, what the hell is this point then?!

I need to think about how to get out!

People's thoughts wander and scatter, like monkeys and horses breaking free, giving rise to the saying 'heart monkey, intent horse'.

But it's no problem!

As a trainer! The intent horse can be a horse girl!

As long as the intent horse fiercely beats the heart monkey, the mind can calm, thoughts will stabilize; although ideas remain diverse, they are many yet not chaotic, and orderly thoughts will be clarified one by one in thinking.

Being human means learning to control instincts, to deeply perceive that the gravity of this crisis cannot be covered by a mere misunderstanding; if mishandled, it's very likely that all past efforts and yesterday's resolve will come to nothing.

What? Talk about the other two? Let them paw!

In this situation, one hand and one foot are like jailers outside the fence, while the arm encircling chest and abdomen is more like a contracting prison; with this brute force, it would only startle everyone……

Can one, by giving oneself a mental shock, lower bodily age and achieve an alternative bone‑shrinking effect?

Sounds feasible, but this arm is always tight against the clothing; perhaps shrinking itself would also make her unconsciously tighten……

Sure enough… still have to……

In the end he still looked toward the direction of his living room and reached out far away.

In the children's elastic‑waist shorts lying on the edge of the living‑room sofa, the lowest‑mental‑cost trump card responded to the call.

【alienmefs】

【Instant Movement Ability Core!】 Activated!

Every inch of skin, even the blanket covering most of the body, from feet to head, all disappeared in the uniformly colored block‑like dissolving image; at the moment of complete disappearance, the girl wearing only underwear instinctively drew her arms across her chest, drew a blank, and continued to fall asleep with her arms crossed.

And in the living room, the boy still wrapped in the air‑conditioning blanket, showing a peaceful sleeping pose, fell onto the sofa in a tumbling posture from the red light.

yes!

Although there was some error in the spatial algorithm leading to a less‑than‑ideal situation, he still felt a sense of achievement from overcoming difficulties and obstacles!

Moreover, he upheld everyone's reputation!

He raised the card in his hand bearing a tall, slender figure, and gave a thumbs‑up!

Mefeilasi, you excellent cosmic being!