Chapter 782: NO．151：You see, Jie De teaches people, themselves also have itchy hands, right?

NO．151：You see, Jie De teaches people, themselves also have itchy hands, right?

The demonic giant eye swiftly moving across the ground also equally stains all city dwellers on the ground with oppression.

The warrior entwined with vengeful spirits closely follows; what mismatches its form is the huge projection screen constantly at its side—coming from the tiny projection device lying in its pallid, desiccated hand.

"The data space has been sealed; everyone's log-out/exit options have also failed. Please gather toward the city center; if you cannot find direction, offer prayers to the Rainbow Snake deity."

Behind him stands the towering Aomo Lindun, who loudly proclaims on the screen—his wrists, attire, and eyes all bear a chilling mark.

His glasses have long been removed; the once magic‑filled evil pupils now gain a savage, vast divinity, making him exude an unparalleled presence even in recordings, and his words echo like a broadcast from all directions.

This is divine speech, and also the simplest possible "miracle"—a foundation possessed by the development and multi‑level marketing (crossed out) of many religions.

Of course, the times have long changed; now it has nothing to do with whether one is a god or not.

There are too many simulation methods; even simply doing multi‑level marketing will use them, but this does not hinder the fact that, for deities, it is indeed a commonly used and practical little trick.

A little trick lacking technical content is very suitable for a newly promoted deity who usually has nothing to do and only occasionally answers the phone.

"Please do not hide at the edges; the data volume in the city's fringe will become increasingly sparse until your data bodies can no longer be sustained."

"Please do not attempt to break the boundary blockade; the strength of the defensive counterattack will depend on the attack itself."

"Moreover, the Barbar alien named Batem has been defeated by us……"

The view on the screen shifts to reveal a sturdy male alien wearing traditional Barbar armor, now ragged.

This Barbar alien, who first chose to retreat and used clones to stubbornly resist, continually weakening the power of a quadrillion‑degree fireball, ultimately could not escape the terrorists' clutches.

The vile and vicious terrorists, moreover, gang up on him without any martial honor.

It lets this dark alien, who schemes yet fears no direct combat, be swiftly beaten flat.

——After just a few rounds he is knocked to the ground, hit by seven skills mixed with Ultraman light, sent rolling sixteen and a half times, finally coming to rest before an unfinished building.

His entire enlarged body only serves to make his miserable state of gaping mouth and shut eyes more conspicuous.

Now he is even more bound unconscious to a cross‑shaped frame welded from I‑beam steel, showing a weird protrusion.

As for this, Chao Cang Lu, lacking knowledge of the elders' past, felt nothing was wrong.

He even spoke to Miss Qiwei, saying Lindun's handicraft ability is really strong.

Moreover, Iga Li Ren, who has even personally experienced this treatment in a certain stage play, became the most eager upon hearing Aomo's suggestion, rolling up his sleeves.

Lindun truly is a guy with ideas！. jpg

These two hit it off instantly, just as when they first decided on the lightning‑war tactic—Sai Luo responded immediately, unlike Chao Cang Lu, who was still figuring out how to sneak.

Even the welding of that cross, and his Emerald‑cut (the green ray released from the forehead beam lamp, a teaching of the Seven‑File Sect), contributed.

"I suppose he is likely the highest‑status being among you, and perhaps also the strongest, so please resist according to your ability; if your wages cannot exceed the cost of soul‑repair service, there's usually no need to take this risk."

"It is worth mentioning that the first hundred civilians to reach the center will be provided anonymous service."

"Complete anonymity, to ensure these hundred civilians cannot be identified by others——voluntarily providing information may reduce their charges, and they may also receive a courtesy for reporting their usual work to the unconscious Mr. Batem."

"Yes, courtesy—I think you can generally understand my meaning; then, let's set off, everyone."

"We will await your arrival, and at the same time you must prepare to welcome a new life."

"That's all for the broadcast; it will be repeated twice more, so please seize the opportunity."

Thus, under the light‑screen of the ghost‑love patrol screening and the divine words echoing throughout the city, Aomo's group's location, in less than five minutes, already had a hundred 'volunteers' shrouded in black mist.

Each holds a tablet, tapping away; on it is the survey revised and copied with the help of Qiwei and the Hacker Beast, as ordered by Aomo—now they are answering items such as: 'Please briefly describe what illegal acts the organization forced you to commit,' 'Please give examples of the five most evil organization officials you think of,' 'Approximately how many times have you done illegal work so far?'—including short‑answer, fill‑in‑the‑blank, and multiple‑choice questions.

Those who finish first can go to the cross to beat their superior; nearby stands a cosmic hacker tasked with repairing (i. e., healing) the superior's data, on constant standby.

Of course, not everyone cooperates with the work.

Just like the crowd‑edge fellows that Aomo pointed out to the Belsta Beast—those who like their 'work', refuse to follow Aomo's advice, or are even loyal to the Barbar aliens and such—there are still quite a few.

Such people appear only because Aomo's 'poison circle' keeps expanding, and they themselves generally harbor some opportunistic plan.

No matter, leave it to the Belsta Beast.

Aomo doesn't think those folks could stir up any waves—after all, the ones who look the weakest on site are just Qiwei and the Hacker Beast.

But that's only how they appear.

Compared to the brute‑force setup where everyone relies on sheer data volume to boost output, the performance of the cyber‑hacker and digital‑hacker in the data domain—well, they're just permission‑dogs.

At this stage, lacking comparable opposition, letting Qiwei, the Hacker Beast, and the released Jie Si Ti Si—pulled back to the safe zone—exert themselves quickly transfers control of this data city……

These three permission‑dogs are far more troublesome and frightening than mere value‑monsters.

"But can't you just use a little permission to repair your body?"

Glancing at the synchronized police progress on the light screen, Aomo walked over to the side of the super‑agent who looked the most miserable in the squad.

Initially it was a dim‑luster warplane with insufficient cabin lighting; now it is a hunched‑over male, his body wrapped in bandages.

This super‑agent, who just moments ago was chatting with Sai Luo about why he got captured, now clearly holds one‑third of control over this little world, yet still retains the appearance of a dying wreck.

"No," he shook his head, "my wound itself also retains data readable by the police's instruments; I at least have to wait for them to arrive."

"Can't you read it yourself?"

"Yes, but I want to rest." Jesstis honestly declared his loafing.

"I've been hanging here for three days; every time I try to standby to conserve energy and protect function, I get jolted awake by the corrosive data those guys use—they keep trying to tear me apart."

"Then why not go sleep over there?" Aomo pointed to a nearby Draco D60 alien—kicked into the air by the Belsta Beast and still sliding several meters on the ground, its human body with a fluffy cat‑like head looking very furry—"that guy would make a decent pillow."

"No, I must wait for the data to be read; after suffering several injuries from recent abnormal data probes, I realized I ought to be a reconnaissance aircraft."

"?" Aomo and Sai Luo exchanged a glance.

Even a newcomer Ultraman from afar would find this super‑agent's logic quite special.

"I thought you should realize you can't keep barging into others' lairs all by yourself."

Although this jet‑type super‑agent Jesstis may lack excellent firepower, he ought to be able to run—but looking at his opponent's action history, it's easy to see he's accustomed to acting as a lone wolf.

Moreover, he is very skilled at exploiting the jet's superb search capability.

He excels at rushing into the heart of danger when no one is aware, then hanging himself on a tree.

I still haven't found the Ultraman I want to assist.

What about the Chaldea bunch? You haven't been in contact with them.

I shouldn't drag them into the data realm's battle; most of them lack such aptitude.

Aomo fell silent for a moment, first setting aside the FE group of electronic heroic spirits, then asked: "What about the small portion outside the majority?"

Not very familiar.

What a powerful answer, truly leaving me speechless. What do you think, Mr. Sai Luo?

I think he needs to cultivate. Sai Luo said.

Battle or making friends?

They're the same!