Chapter 810: NO.179: Mi Yu Reaffirmed His Goal

NO. 179: The rice bath reaffirmed its goal once more.

Everything has a cause, but the disdainful glances were not because they heard these few people's sarcastic remarks.

"One of you can shuttle through data space, and the other still has a Pegassa alien capable of infiltrating shadows by their side—why would you be frightened?"

This is the most speechless aspect of that boy wearing a P-face.

And when saying this, his gaze also swept over the equally surprised Peijia, as well as Mi Yu, who had slightly retreated, before Xiao Aomo's gaze softened somewhat.

But when looking again at those two plus one, it remained just as impolite.

"Truly like the atmosphere during horse girls' break between classes—no awareness whatsoever of preparing for the Chrysanthemum Prize."

"It shouldn't be an illusion, right? I feel Dundun-san became much more spiteful after shrinking..." Chao Cang Lu whispered to Jie Si Ti Si.

"……" Deeply feeling the same but lacking Chao Cang Lu's 'bravery' as a super agent, he dared not chime in.

But he didn't chime in, as a sudden electronic vampire appearing on the screen chimed in: "Not an illusion! Not an illusion! This brat treated me like this back then!"

"Ah, you are?"

Seeing an exceptionally handsome sharp-eared man appear on the screen, Chao Cang Lu wasn't startled but instead asked politely in his usual courteous manner toward strangers.

"As for me, I am——"

"He is the new virus invading your phone." Xiao Aomo said faintly.

"I am this brat's foster father!" A very cartoonish red well symbol appeared on his forehead, the sharp-eared man gritted his teeth, "And he pressed me down with a bunch of programs for a full half hour!"

"Chao Mr., swipe left on your screen, tap that phone guardian to delete this illegally installed program."

"Oh! Oh!" Chao Cang Lu nodded, "It's quite similar to my phone over there."

"Worlds converge." The kid nodded, showing understanding, uttering a phrase Xiao Lu couldn't understand.

"It's just that some worlds' civilizational trajectories converge, thus fostering very similar inventions, even details like operating systems become alike." Seeing he didn't understand, the kid patiently explained.

Like a preschool teacher, making Chao Cang Lu feel he had become a child.

Suddenly feeling a strong sense of disorientation.

"So did you open it? After opening, then tap that unauthorized installation scan..."

"Enough, you unfilial son!" The man on the screen instantly turned into a chibi yet inflated form, nearly covering Xiao Lu's just-opened phone guardian, "I was merely laughing at you in the terminal!"

"See, when the virus detects you want to delete it, it panics," only that high preschool teacher remained calm, wholeheartedly guiding the transmigrator on handling common life issues, "At this moment you must tap that symbol always at the top of the screen."

"I admit I summoned the Witch Beast! But I didn't suggest hugging you to her! She saw you being hugged by those little girls and also wanted to try!"

"This isn't my problem!!"

"Tap that symbol," the preschool teacher reminded the student, "some despicable viruses use various ways to deceive you, tempt you, even anger you—their ultimate goal is always to buy time."

"As long as you don't immediately tap that symbol, they get a chance to seize your phone system, and in this world, the personal information linked to your phone and its corresponding value far exceed your imagination."

"My my my!" The despicable virus, Morrison. EXE, screamed in shock, "I admit I still used your terminal's camera system to take many photos and send them to others!"

"But I only sent them to Xiao Xi, Xiao Suzi, Xiao Chazuo, Xiao Pangbi, and that little wolf girl! Aren't you guys on pretty good terms!"

"……"

Silence.

The entire activity room fell into silence, even the smart water heater not far away boiling water intelligently reduced its heat.

Sai Luo and Jie Si Ti Si's gazes were full of incredulity, while Peijia was waving her hands like an overloaded CPU, temporarily continuing to wave them thus.

Mi Yu retreated half a step further, harboring a subconscious urge to refuse in the face of vast unknown—a Lovecraftian fear.

But thinking of Pangbi-san as a friend, she firmly stepped forward, bearing the radiance of the legendary investigator Fang You.

It's hard to say whether this step was to bravely make contact or to pull a friend out of suffering.

And at the forefront of this team—facing that silence, Chao Cang Lu, in this near-stagnant air, first faced a choice.

Whether to gauge teammates' reactions or the involved party's reactions.

With no time to hesitate, in that viscous air where even moving the neck seemed difficult, he had already subconsciously chosen the latter.

The so-called one who can stand alone—subconscious choice will never be to seek judgment from seniors.

Thus he first looked toward the small head above the mirror.

He saw the small head's expression unchanged, brown pupils even deeper, lacking even a hint of the usual dark red and black during emotional fluctuations.

"What are you still hesitating about? Mr. Lu." Only the small head on the mirror softly asked.

As if unaffected by those earlier impactful words.

"On the data level, there are many worlds, those worlds often cannot achieve tranquility themselves, needing mechanical descent of gods-like external force to assist, and you are that external force."

Under Jie Si Ti Si's tension and Sai Luo's solemn gaze, the boy's eyes were profound, not looking at the youth before him but gazing toward a farther direction.

"What are you still hesitating about? Mr. Lu."

And the youth showed no awareness of this sudden change.

He merely felt tense, tense to the point of failing to notice the phone desktop 'virus' that had just been shouting loudly, now gradually retracting, no longer displaying that fearful posture of resisting deletion.

"Well, well then..." The youth spoke, somewhat shrinking, as if bearing the life of the other's foster father, yet also sensing this question wasn't just about his current state.

Moreover, he was inquiring about the attitude of all past Ultraman who had acted like mechanical descent of gods.

In Aomo's view, these past days, whether Jie De or Sai Luo, both seemed too "frivolous."

Not referring to personality, nor attitude, but revealed in daily life, in how they interact with people, showing a few degrees of "immaturity."

Sai Luo is somewhat better—his sharpness and seriousness when facing abnormalities suffice as proof, for this side's rapid adaptation itself—can also be seen as an excellent integration of experience and talent.

But Jie De lacks such manifestation.

Admittedly, the other is indeed just a twenty-something young man who merely completed a full set of high-end procedures in his hometown, fundamentally unable to match Sai Luo's caliber.

After all, the latter once served as team leader, more so in cosmic patrols, having undergone countless solo cosmic expeditions.

And Jie De's true far-reaching journey to now has only been three years, still with much to learn and many scenes needing witness.

Not only combat scenes, but also interpersonal relations, viewing society, even viewing civilizations—these are all fields Ultraman warriors will eventually need to engage with.

Theoretically, Jie De is not lacking in the first point—he has fought the Black Dragon and fought Belial—although the battlefield itself wasn't very grand, these two alone, placed in other settings, could be considered cosmic-level crises.

The previous successful stealth ambush also hints at one or two things.

The opponent is not lacking in combat resolve, showing no hesitation or reluctance to engage—indeed, they seem oddly enthusiastic about striking from behind, not at all like a righteous person (x).

But merely having this is not enough.

Sai Luo would be pleased that Earth's strength in this world is actually this strong, capable of forcing evil forces to refrain from overt action and only operate covertly, but Aomo would only feel concerned about this—this covert development pressure is far more troublesome than overt criminals.

Such people are likely to play dirty, and messing with your mindset is very natural for them.

You ask why he feels this way? Because he is also this kind of person (x).

And at this point, the team's shortcoming is obviously Jie De.

Belial's son has had a tumultuous fate, and is even more likely to be misunderstood about his stance due to his appearance—Aomo acknowledges he has achieved some results in this regard, even hopes he can use this to guide Mi Yu, but frankly speaking, Jie De has not yet encountered truly dirty things.

Not the kind of dirty thing like Gertiza, which is like a ghost.

But rather, regardless of race, whether human or alien, the gloom hidden in the heart.

These past few days, Chao Cang Lu has shown quite a bit of relaxing vigilance upon seeing peaceful and tranquil cityscapes.

Only when mentioning cases related to his father does he show a few degrees of filial urgency, wishing he could blow up the entire organization that tried to summon his father's spirit using his father's fingernail clippings.

But this urgency shows not a shred of reliability.

Only one kind will rush to the front line to hang on trees—Jie Si Ti Si's same kind of reckless bravery.

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Although the old seniors all have experience of hanging on trees waiting for brothers to rescue them, that is obviously not worth advocating.

So now, he has found an opportunity.

He has always known how to seize opportunities, just like when Sirius symbolized hope, he was supposed to give Rudolf a lesson, but instead he followed the rod and found the chance to pull the other out of despair.

The same applies now.

Giving the foster father some family discipline is indeed not acting, but the atmosphere has reached this point, Morrison's topic is instead not important.

He is observing, he is testing, he is anticipating.

Anticipating that gentle, kind, brave yet somewhat impulsive and spontaneous young man, still like a boy, could give what kind of response.

Then he heard it.

The big boy said:

"Even if suffering loss, one should not act rashly!"

"I cannot make decisions for Mr. Lindon—external force is never used this way! How exactly does Mr. Lindon view his foster father!!"

He is very angry, his face showing visible rage, as if truly believing Aomo tried to eliminate his foster father, and moreover, using his hand.

This is so easy to deceive, also a point deducted.

But the head above the mirror merely chuckled lightly: "Indeed, external force is not used this way."

And such a smile also made Xiao Lu feel frivolous.

"Lindon-san!!"

"You can lower your head and look—your dog father has run away from your screen."

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The momentarily stunned Chao Cang Lu lowered his gaze to his phone, not even realizing Xiao Aomo's odd way of addressing the foster father.

"Lindon-san!!" Same shout, different reason for anger—Chao Cang Lu stared at the small head on the mirror, gradually reacting a bit.

"Second time! You again used intentionally misleading ways of speaking!"

Indeed... Sai Luo silently nodded beside him, only regretting that Ou Bu was not here.

He felt Aomo's bad habit was entirely in the style of that guy Jia Gu La, and the most subtle part of this scene is that he once asked Xiao Lu and Zeta, and even Zeta's brought along Xia Chuan Yao Hui about their impression of Jia Gu La, everyone unanimously said: a very good person.

?

Well-informed, having heard many rumors, having seen the person himself and thus having little desire to communicate—Sai Luo just felt quite torn.

Now looking again at Xiao Lu and Aomo's situation, there is a kind of:

Ah, this should be the flavor! —feeling.

But this flavor only lasts this few seconds.

A few seconds later, came the other's slight nod:

"Indeed, this is my fault, please allow me to apologize to you."

The person who apologized with abnormal decisiveness had no trace of Jia Gu La's flavor—just when he still wanted to say something, he was grabbed half the face by a hand reaching out from behind, like a woman's wrist.

In that scene resembling a horror film, was Mi Yu's low whisper: "Bourbon-san?"

Causing everyone to look at him with astonishment.

Just one hand, wearing no ornaments, a clean white arm, could also identify the identity?

"Really no one to save a bit..."

This feeling of astonishment to the heavens didn't last long before everyone heard the kid utter a speechless murmur, eyes wide open as the small head hanging from the mirror was pulled back by that hand.

As if a person were sealed in the mirror by some female ghost.

Then silence again.