Chapter 72: He Will Naturally Like This World

Because he wanted to show off fully, he withdrew to a sufficiently edge of the training field, but Aomo still underestimated how conspicuous his demonic transformation appearance was.

He was recognized by some sharp-eyed guys, even alarming those special reporters.

I don't know whether they implanted strange external gear or specially cultivated some accelerated source energy, but each of them ran as swiftly as racehorse girls, probably focusing on gossip.

Unfortunately, Aomo's hearing and perception were enhanced in this state, allowing him to promptly withdraw and flee with his brothers.

He merely needed to prepare for the possibility that his back-view photos would be used in an article.

"What a buzzkill, why don't we just find some remote corner and let you transform again?"

"Without the training field's convenient display function, you just want to see the demonic transformation, right?"

"Yeah, I think Dawei also wants to see it again, Dawei, you don't want to?"

"Want to."

"... Let's talk after turning back."

Shaking off the reporters, he rushed into the restroom, turned human, lowered his cap brim, and changed the mask's color and style.

Aomo never imagined he could maximize the use of this cyber mask he originally bought just for a toy effect.

However, even though he knew disguise required being calm and natural, the two beside him always had a sneaky, thieving vibe, making his expression under the mask somewhat strained.

"Can you two walk with your backs straight and faster?"

"It's not that we're afraid you'll be found out; we two aren't well-known... oh, Dawei is different, maybe some transmigrators know him." Bi Ze said, saying, realizing he actually had nothing to fear, his movements naturally became relaxed.

And as Dawei chatted, he naturally became unconsciously: "Um, I've met a few, they were very... enthusiastic, I'm fine, but Lucy and Libeika have a poor impression of them."

"Transmigrators often lack a sense of distance, and there are many neurotic athletes; just look at Bi Ze."

Ignoring Bi Ze's rebuttal, Aomo lowered his head to glance at his own palm, simulating a gripping motion as he recalled the previous giant claws.

He himself had tried at home to see if he could transform independently, like only demonizing his arms or legs, but the result was pretty failing; asking an internet-addict vampire also said he'd never heard of anything similar, feeling like he was just being placated.

He wasn't particularly obsessed either; demonizing itself obviously consumes stamina and increases appetite, considering the rise in the Engel coefficient, researching partial demonization was just about saving a bit on details.

If it really can't be saved, there's nothing to do.

"What a hassle..." he sighed involuntarily, his steps pausing only because the station was right ahead.

Boundary Gate District lies at the junction of East Flame District and Jidong District, with a highly blended culture; the bus waiting at the station ahead might be a tram, just like the line that just departed.

Thus, hearing his sigh, Dawei, thinking he was sighing about the tram, asked: "Why don't I contact a friend to pick us up?"

Edge runner of the Emerging Mercenary Agency.

Although not exactly thriving, it's been steadily growing since its establishment, with public vehicles no problem and private vehicles gradually being equipped.

But Bi Ze displayed a completely different level of comprehension.

He didn't think Aomo was sighing because he missed a bus, so he immediately guessed it was due to the previous encounter, then directly greeted Dawei:

"He's not sighing about that; he's annoyed about being spotted by reporters. Let me say, your look is fine in broad daylight, but it's even more conspicuous in the dark!" Bi Ze said, saying, realizing he actually had nothing to fear, his movements naturally became relaxed.

"You could already take a photo and place it in the top ten of the annual dark villain selection."

"What's that?" Dawei looked at Aomo in surprise, seeing he didn't want to speak, then looked at Bi Ze, "Is there really such a selection?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's judged every year, and basically the top ten are always snatched up by aliens and dark creatures working together; I bought three rounds of past magazines! Next time we meet I'll bring them for you to see!" Bi Ze spoke about this with great enthusiasm, striking a pose like 'Let me show you my treasure!'

As a fellow dark creature, Aomo had no interest in those glass beads, and without malice speculated that this was probably aliens bonding with aliens, mother ships sucking mother ships, a sense of affinity.

In Aomo's view, the models rated in that magazine lacked villainy compared to Kailifu, weren't as ferocious as monsters, and really weren't worth mentioning.

For the sake of realism, giving up virtual creations really lost freshness; clearly, the chat rooms' creative workshop had many impressive models, yet they weren't considered.

Increased purity, but it's useless.

Damn, if I go up there I might actually be able to go on a rampage.

"What's wrong with Aomo?"

While Bi Ze was preaching to Dawei about the beauty of dark, cool, and domineering power, lacking this attentiveness, it was the subtly listening Dawei who noticed Aomo's changing complexion.

Upon hearing that, Aomo turned his head and merely let out a faint sigh.

"I hope the people of Heaven Gate City can respect personal rights and not casually use others' photos in some competition."

Three guys who are extremely rebellious in aesthetics, very mischievous in personality, treating transformation as a toy, ultimately still couldn't reach their ideal land of honey and seclusion.

Because Dawei had been preparing for mercenary rehabilitation these days, even while on the tram he got a call that summoned him away.

And before the transfer subway station, Aomo also received a call from the Frontier Lighthouse, telling him to hurry home and prepare to receive a delivery.

The genuine toy that brings real happiness is finally in hand!

The happy time when the three brothers gathered was just so brief; in Aomo's words without a hint of reluctance, Bi Ze could only utter: "Busy, all busy, better be busy," and then Aomo said 'zha ba'.

Before the time to part, the subway line Aomo takes home and the place Bi Ze wants to go to overlap at six stops, so there's still some waiting to do.

After obtaining that nonexistent string of memories, Aomo could also understand most of Bi Ze's 'weird talk'.

He didn't feel that increasingly understanding 'aliens' was a good thing; instead, Bi Ze looked pleased with himself, even starting to talk to Aomo about second-time otaku.

"What's a second-time otaku?!"

"2D world? ACGN subculture?"

"Wrong!"

"Here, Boundary Gate District, Holy Terra Federation, this world is just 2D!"

"Mom, what is that older brother saying?" "Don't listen, the color spectrum will be polluted, turning into your dad's game's cyber psychosis."

No need for Aomo to complain anymore; it's as if the mother-daughter duo that inevitably appears in this scene has already landed a critical hit on Aomo toward Bi Ze, with outstanding effect.

"What is color spectrum pollution?! Are you cyborgs' spirits that fragile?!"

Also, it's because that mother-daughter duo spontaneously distances themselves, making it hard to hear oneself speak, that Bi Ze ends up cursing like that, rather than being completely restrained and pretentious.

"That's enough; if I continue to let the pollution source spread, I'll also be caught by subway officers."

Aomo yawned on the side, spouting a mocking remark.

"I'm serious! What do you think is the biggest difference between 2D and 3D?" Bi Ze, whose expression was as stern as his words, raised a finger and fixed his gaze on Aomo.

Art style? Aomo subconsciously thought that, but in fact he really stayed silent for two seconds, then suddenly said:

"Environment?"

He thought carefully for a moment, arrived at this conclusion, but didn't expect Bi Ze to actually approve this answer.

"Right! Environment!"

This person, when serious, really differs greatly from his usual impression, but Aomo never expected him to be serious in such a place.

"Different environments create different social atmospheres!" He even continued to seriously expand the topic, then asked, "Do you still remember the sakura girls I mentioned?"

"Jidong area young women?" Aomo gave a simple definition: "The three goddesses brought the horse-racing souls from another world, and they seem to mostly attach to minors in the Jidong area."

Then there's the serious stuff about drastically changing the body's development cycle, etc., which is irrelevant to the topic for now.

"So you know what the so-called sakura girls are like in my original world?" Bi Ze could see Aomo wasn't very interested in this topic, so he hastily threw out the conclusion, "All crazy people!"

"Four alt accounts are still few; one alt account is just a face."

"I think having alt accounts isn't a big deal," Aomo said with a subtle expression, "especially since I've heard many dorms are several people, several groups."

For a lonely commuter student, such information can only be hearsay.

Although with his observational habit, it's not impossible to confirm.

"Not the same," Bi Ze shook his head, "those alt accounts are born from shame culture and gender discrimination; do you understand what this means?"

"..." Aomo remained silent, furrowing his brow.

"Your brain has always been sharper than ours," Bi Ze knew he understood some, his expression slightly relaxed, "These alt accounts are mainly used to do those things that one normally cannot do."

"All four accounts are at the level of the newbie village; they even post self-harm photos and their feelings on these alt accounts, this group has a high probability of mental illness, many are on medication, and have self-harm tendencies."

"And uh..." Bi Ze looked left and right, seeing no one nearby, then lowered his voice: "And moreover, horse jumping is the best way to relieve stress, that's kinda semi-officially recognized." "You... you wait a moment, being straightforward is fine, don't use such weird references."

Talking about ghs is nothing, but suddenly saying 'horse jumping' left Aomo, who still has to go to Tressen tomorrow, feeling a bit stuck.

"More straightforward? That's the sakura girls where I'm from: almost every person, when asked how many partners they've had, they answer 3-4, which is a formulaic answer; normally one would estimate 7-8 people, and these are still high school girls and college students, not married women."

Bi Ze said this, looking at Aomo with his forehead in hand: "Isn't this hard to accept? It's completely different from the atmosphere here."

"By the way, the infidelity rate among women there is sixty percent, that is 60%."

"When you used to tell me about sakura girls... don't you feel awkward?"

Aomo let out another long sigh; he didn't think Bi Ze was lying, after all there's nothing to gain from lying, if it were to show his obsession with 2D by disparaging 3D...

Aliens haven't yet reached the point of becoming Gotham people.

"No way, I'm talking about the sakura girls here, they're very 2D!" Bi Ze made a scissor hand, squinting his eyes, disgustingly, "So you need to know how crazy the 3D environment is, and how miraculous this place is, so I never even thought about going back."

"Actually it's not that miraculous; the places that should be dark are still dark, and there are plenty of gray areas." As someone who understands, Aomo felt he still needed to let his friend pause.

At least don't imagine this world as heaven.

"But at least there are the sakura girls I want to see, right? Even..."

Bi Ze said, turning his head to look at the billboard that occasionally flashed in the dark corridor outside the window, and raised his hand to point.

JiMen District YuJun (Jidong area derby), the second battle of the Uma Musume classic Triple Crown, still six days away.

"Being able to maintain the livelihood and race enthusiasm of Uma Musume under the condition of existing horse-racing culture is truly unimaginably difficult."

"I truly feel this world is ideal to an unimaginable degree."

"Compared to that, the other darkness and gray, even the shadows, don't hit me as hard or provoke as much reflection; instead I feel that existence is also not blameworthy."

"You, who hold that memory, should also be able to understand, Aomo, the world known from memory and your world..."

Bi Ze turned his head, looking at the thoughtful Aomo, and asked:

"Which side do you prefer?"

"Of course it's here."

Aomo said coldly.

"The memories I obtained are far from complete, and the police even said I have a risk of being possessed again."

They also had him replace the crystal core or something; this hidden danger was already confirmed unnecessary in the mental examination at Tiangmen City.

His mental resilience has already reached B grade; frankly speaking, it's already somewhat abnormal, completely able to withstand ordinary otherworldly soul invasions without any mental protection.

But thinking about the experience of turning into a monster... Aomo accepted that abnormality with a clear conscience.

And this answer also left Bi Ze stunned for a moment, then he said somewhat helplessly laughing:

"That's really an answer in your style; you and those few Uma Musume who value rigorous logic would definitely get along, like that cyber horse that once looked for you."

"I'll take your kind words."