Chapter 743: NO.112: You seem to really enjoy watching your sister eat a loss

NO. 112: You seem to really enjoy watching your sister eat a loss.

What is the experience of spatial transfer like? In the Holy Terra Federation, this is a matter of common sense.

Gaiyin, whether technology or source energy faction, is developing similar transport services.

Just like trains, planes, and other transport tools, it is widespread and diverse.

But just as many people in their teens or twenties have never ridden a plane, train, ship, airship, or hovercar, due to some taboo, preference, or habit, such a deviation always exists among the general populace.

Aimu Zhiji is clearly such a deviant.

At seventeen years old, she has never experienced spatial transfer; the reason isn't particularly special—it's the most common among special deviations—due to habit.

Once accustomed to a particular transport choice, one will subconsciously overlook other options during long journeys.

Aimu Zhiji's habit in this regard is evidently very old-fashioned—airplanes.

Whether it's long-distance travel within the city or ultra-long-distance travel between cities, she favors that iron bird soaring through the sky, much like many middle-aged and elderly people from the previous era.

Especially late-night flights.

It lets her gaze at the countless stars studding the night sky from a different perspective.

As if she were looking more closely at where her sister is.

For her, who always pursues efficiency, such a choice is evidently rare; compared to mere commuting, it mixes in a preference based on hobby.

It is also a small relaxation during repressive times.

When such a choice becomes habit, it naturally has no connection to transfer, after all the 'passenger aircraft' category of transport is also one of the most diverse and widely used transport groups.

Even interstellar voyage airships are classified under the 'passenger aircraft' category, and in everyday speech they still count as 'taking a plane'.

But today, September 8, 612, Aimu Zhiji finally experienced a transfer.

Moreover, it was a private-sector, somewhat irregular transfer.

The initial experience of an unfamiliar mode of transport is actually a very serious topic.

How serious is it?

Serious enough to possibly bring back unbearable memories, yet etch an image deep into memory.

Just like today, at this very moment, Aimu Zhiji experienced her first-ever blush and racing heart a few dozen seconds ago, and then, a few dozen seconds later, underwent a wave of gastrointestinal upheaval.

That is to say……

"Turns out she gets motion-sick from transfer."

At the instant I noticed the completion of the other's body reconstruction, my face changed sharply and I instinctively covered my mouth; Aomo immediately used a mage's hand to scoop up the plastic bag on the distant table and caught it with his right hand in a snap of the fingers.

He then tore off a piece and handed it over, greeting the surprised Chazuo to come forward and accompany her, then turned his back and walked out of the classroom.

He did not forget to pull shut the well-soundproofed 'laboratory' door, then leaned against one side.

A series of operations flowed smoothly, like a high-frame-rate fluid animation, fully demonstrating deep expertise in adaptability.

But causing others a poor transport experience is also a fact; no matter how smooth, it's merely correcting a mistake.

Moreover, he was pointed at by that black outline.

"Pfft haha, I was still betting with Chazuo on who would catch a cold, but instead you made the little girl vomit first?"

The guardian spirit acting as the sister's protector was inside, worrying together with Chazuo about the sister, while the evil spirit acting as the sister would rush out through the door to spout nonsense.

"I thought Mefeiras' transfer method was already gentle enough," Aomo said lightly, rubbing the somewhat solidified dirt on his left palm, feeling it unclean, then summoning a small water ball to continue rubbing, "Looks like we'll have to switch to Jiedun's transfer from now on."

"Oh come on," Zhouri Ningjing muttered, pursing her lips, "Only when the other fails to catch my sarcasm do I feel this guy is still a brat—breaking down the body's markers into special atoms for transfer and reassembly, how the hell can this transfer method be called gentle?"

The original Mefeiras card in Aomo's hand, as a deceased person of Lipiya, is technologically slightly inferior to the Star of Light, yet still shares the same origin as the Mefeiras people.

Its transfer ability is merely another application of the Beta system conversion principle.

In Zhouri Ningjing's view, this application is utterly absurd—not the usual spatial distortion of transfer devices, but treating the body as a precise machine undergoing atomic-level transformation and disassembly.

Then, like sending a parcel, those atomic parts are 'mailed' to the destination (this process still involves a spatial jump), finally reassembled into the original human body—this series of steps' operational technique is overly arcane; even if it were a true machine she could accept, but how could life, soul, and such things be decomposed and transferred together with the flesh……

This is a technical principle beyond the comprehension of Dark Sunday's knowledge.

Of course, not to mention her—Aomo himself didn't understand it either.

The true Mefeiras perhaps was a knowledgeable tech athlete who once easily mastered the human network and performed precise information deletions, but when everything of his was converted and compressed, it fell into Aomo's hand in the form of a card.

All his original skills would then turn into more instinctive 'fool-proof operation' abilities—if he felt he could do it, he just did it.

The use of all monster cards follows this principle; of course, this does not mean there is no room for improvement.

Contact with and deconstruction of negative energy can better utilize the Ghost Lover's ability to manifest in different ways, the special effect being incredibly cool crimson lotus return.

A finer understanding of spatial coordinates can also make transfer destinations more precise, reducing error and avoiding increased site damage.

Even Evil Ash Jiedun's heat-dispersion move is a way Aomo regularly ponders source energy expansion.

From 'not knowing the principle but being able to use it,' developing into 'beginning to understand the principle, optimizing skill effects, energy consumption, etc.,' an excellent 'mechanic' would learn to improvise on the spot by typing on the keyboard to improve the operating system (x).

But obviously, Zhouri Ningjing doesn't care about these.

She also doesn't realize that Mefeiras' transfer, before the decomposition process, first briefly converts the transfer object into Spasim-133 atoms.

This means that this segment not only avoids accidents, but even provides a protective effect.

After all, it is the optical super-heavy element that constitutes the gigantic forms of Lipiya and Mefeiras, simultaneously allowing them to distort gravity and emit light-wave rays, making it difficult to destroy via ordinary matter-energy collisions.

Thus the transfer process can also be seen as the 'invincible transformation time' commonly designed in many transformation-system works, safety taken to the extreme.

So facing her layperson's skepticism, Aomo also feels somewhat helpless.

"I think it's pretty gentle, at least gentler than Jiedun's transfer relying on spatial resonance organs."

"Haven't you also seen Chazuo and Suzi being transferred by me? They didn't end up like this, right?"

"Then how do you explain that little girl's pitiable appearance?"

"Vehicle motion sickness usually stems from maladaptation of the vestibular balance organs."

"She's a horse girl! Her vestibular nerves couldn't possibly be that weak!"

"Excessive fatigue and overeating followed by jolting can cause motion sickness and vomiting."

"Do you think she looks like that?" Zhouri Ningjing seemed to enjoy constantly refuting Aomo, and as she spoke, she could even make the corners of her mouth lift.

The only downside is that the other side has no hit feedback at all.

"Indeed not, her recent rest time should be enough," Aomo pondered, as if focusing on eliminating the principle, not paying attention to Zhouri Ningjing's malicious step-by-step pressure, "As for the air being turbid and unsmooth... that's also unlikely; then she must be experiencing a disturbance in spatial sense."

"Are we circling back to the vestibular organ again?"

"No, I'm talking about the principle behind 3D dizziness and such—an overly sensitive central nervous system's feedback after rapid movement."

"The central nervous system of a horse girl definitely isn't that bad."

"If she's just recovered from a serious illness, it's hard to say—there must be a process to return to her peak——"

"... Trainer, there's no problem here."

The probing Chazuo suddenly flung the door open, interrupting the explanation here, and beside it was another small, translucent head.

"Trainer, big sister is fine!"

That small head shouted cheerfully, forming a stark contrast with Chazuo's low voice.

On her face was even more of a ヽ(′? `?)? expression.