Chapter 909: NO．32：What should a child-oriented protagonist look like?

NO．32：What should a child-oriented protagonist look like?

Tokyo Metropolitan Tsubakidai, Seventh Edition.

The Aomo who is restricted wherever he goes finally had such an opportunity to see a cityscape with no destruction and no deaths.

Honestly speaking, the difference between here and the original destination is not large compared to returning to Taiwan.

The two cities have a similar atmosphere, similar crowds and traffic, and even the bustling shoulder-to-shoulder contact carries a familiar Jidong vibe.

That atmosphere is called not causing trouble for others.

It appears in every aspect of the streetscape, allowing even a high‑nosed, deep‑eyed Beret youth to stroll by without attracting undue glances.

But that curiosity still exists.

Especially when a golden‑haired girl with horse ears stands beside him, wearing what can be called outlandish attire, they will be questioned by passing patrol officers.

Indeed, in the Jidong region that this world calls Japan, a highly developed Cosplay culture also exists.

But unlike the Border Gate District, where the frequent impact of transmigrator culture has made the atmosphere quite free, here the areas that allow special costumes are limited to places like comic conventions, specialty shops, and electric streets.

However, there is one point worth mentioning: the Xinyuzhou's outfit, which clearly draws inspiration from a spacesuit, is actually not that excessive.

What the police actually noticed were her ears—lively and movable—seen as a high‑end cosplay prop, leading to the explicit rule forbidding Cosplay in unauthorized areas.

You can't see the kind of Cosplayer‑filled subway cars found in the Border Gate District here…… As the police regard Aomo as the guardian of Xinyuzhou and give him criticism and education, he can't help but sigh.

"Officer, are there any records of monsters here?"

He asked while sighing, cutting off the officer's lecture, and also took the driver's license that the officer handed back, which should have been unrecognizable here.

Even so, facing the youth's dark‑red pupils, the "enthusiastic" officer cooperatively replied: "Monster? Oh, do you mean a youngster causing trouble in a costume?"

I don't think so…… Seeing the officer guess and stammer while asking himself, forcing a friendly smile, Aomo shook his head in his heart.

Such a reaction already explains many things, such as wanting to show one can keep up with youth topics, wanting to consider the feelings of young foreign friends, and most importantly—the other party has no real concept of monsters.

Either this place is peaceful, or the officer's memory has been wiped clean, like the spotless data online…… It's not especially clean, at least products like Godzilla and Ultraman IPs remain, and a search for "monster" fills the whole page.

Looking at it, it's actually quite attractive.

After all, in the Border Gate District, works of this IP are uploaded and shared by transmigrators, and individual resources must be mixed into the transmigrator community to obtain, not necessarily complete.

Here, even a casual browse is richer than his collection, and even the recent stage play "BattleLiveHeros" is a name unknown to him.

Looking at the cover, it's Lei Jieduo, Jingzi Qishi, and Zhan Bo Te……

He had already screenshotted and forwarded it to Sai Luo.

In Aomo's eyes, this world is indeed a treasure trove of resources; if he weren't burdened with an important mission, he would probably first find a place with a sofa, unfold a light screen, and hole up for ten‑odd days.

Avidly watching suit‑fights and CG‑fights!

The pity is that he's not here on vacation.

So he waved his hand, signalling the officer to step back, and also withdrew the mind‑bewildering magic.

"There are many stepping stones to the higher dimensions, Sphilar—can't you feel them?"

"Yes, I lack such a high level of vision."

Turning back, facing Xinyuzhou's doubt, Aomo answered very candidly.

The former Evil Jin Jiedun, possessed and empowered by Lei Bulangduo, could gaze upon the "Chaos Envoy" across dimensions and universes with a mere line of sight, but the restored Aomo cannot do that.

By comparison, although Xinyuzhou also lacks such transcendent vision, she, who is in the Gult Universe, indeed possesses a certain sense that ordinary people lack.

The so‑called higher dimensions are none other than the traces left by Xintiao Qian's activities—traces that ought to be intangible and invisible in the data world, yet she can see them.

One might say it's no wonder, given how deeply the girl is integrated with the data flow, almost facing an existential crisis.

After Jie Si Ti Si became a powerful reconnaissance craft, Xinyuzhou became an even more excellent high‑precision radar under Aomo's command, not only screening the legion for more precise targets within minutes, but also being able to simultaneously bring Aomo, Sai Luo, Ma Zhongpeng, Shi Jia, and others across different universes——

——to the places where the traces of Naito, Shima, and Alexis are most concentrated.

Yes, there are many such places, as if the three of them have been waging guerrilla warfare across the entire Gult Universe, passing through many universes.

And one of them is right here and now.

Just after bidding farewell to that officer, he once again looked at the house before him in the present moment.

Aomo passed the gate plaque reading 【Shinojo/しんじょう】 and pressed the simple doorbell in front of the relatively common detached Western‑style house in this residential area.

He also glanced askance at the peculiar shop next door.

The slightly rusted and mildly damaged shop front, bearing the peculiar name 《Gorgeous JUNKSHOP》, is basically a general store as the name suggests.

It is also the home of Baoduo Liuhua, friend of Xintiao Qian.

At this time, close to evening, the grocery store shows a closed‑front appearance; this abnormality makes him unable to help but take a second look, and then, as he turns back to face the front gate, already prepared to jump over it——

——the simple doorbell system actually rang with a connection tone.

Immediately following was a doubtful voice that he could hardly mistake, identical to his roommate's:

"Moshi moshi~ Who is it, what's up?"

「」

A response came from a dwelling where no resident should exist, and Aomo silently opened his microphone.

He was still in that crowded communication channel, able to send Sai Luo a screenshot and a message, and also let the Akane hanging in the voice chat hear another version of herself.

Then, in the next second as he prepared to respond——

He suddenly grabbed the back of Xinyuzhou's coat, pulling her away from the present moment, while his other hand already grasped the cane materialized from the bracelet.

He barely managed to block the suddenly attacking thin blade, thereby noticing its silver‑haired wielder and the glass‑like shattered space behind them.

"Mr. Naito?"

In the moment when his hastily assumed combat stance put him at a disadvantage, Aomo asked in surprise, as if struck by astonishment.

But his right foot had already kicked sharply at the opponent's abdomen.

As a result, the opponent was equally alert, dodging that kick with a barely‑there backward dodge.

Just as he was about to charge again, instead came a sharp gust of wind.

Clang!

The snake-headed civilized staff I had just been holding in my hand had already turned into a sharp and unadorned white-sheathed long blade.

"Or should I say..."

The blades clashed, again forming a deadlock, yet Aomo held the advantage; from that blade-to-blade bind, he pushed forward inch by inch, and even when the opponent mimicked his kick, a suddenly appearing long tail seized and stopped them.

Bang!

His leg being entangled meant loss of balance—both sword and he were knocked to the ground; yet even so, the silver-haired youth whose throat was pressed by the back of his own blade showed no change in his gaze.

His azure eyes merely glared at Aomo with hostility, and in the phantom shown by his next words, he gripped the hilt even tighter.

"What should I call you... Mr. Anqi/Anti?"

A phantom, a ferocious demon phantom.

In the silver-haired youth's eyes, the black-haired youth before him, upon uttering the sound 'An', his voice grew deeper, heavier, resonant, with a non-human double tone, and his appearance, like the moment that had made him fall earlier, took on a ferocious aspect.

That was merely an instant, but that instant's threat was enough to trigger in him a reflexive power to summon gales, lifting his side-swept bangs.

Beneath the lifted side-swept bangs, his scarlet pupils flashed with light.

"How exciting."

"No! Naito-kun!"

In a daze, someone was shouting.

Also in that daze, the sound of breaking glass rang out.

He did not, as expected, transform into the purple giant imitating Gurrit.

Instead, he was shoved by a sudden impact into darkness alongside that man.

Behind him was the light showing through the cracks, and also a neat woman with her hair up stood before the fissure, calling out to him urgently.

"The second generation..."

His transformation was violently interrupted; his mind not entirely clear, he could only utter a groan-like whisper before losing consciousness.

——

"What's going on?"

Before the opened entrance gate, a black-haired, red-eyed girl stepped out dubiously, looking at the empty space, then turned her head to look around.

"A prank?"

Bearing an incomprehensible doubt, she pursed her lips, returned to the entrance, and closed the door.