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Chapter 1731 No.347: That's a lot of life
There are three people in the world who look exactly like you - this is a classic rumor that Omar has seen several times from time travelers.

I also tried to confirm the authenticity with Bizer, but the version he had jumped directly from three to seven, a leap of more than two times.

From the perspective of data calculation, this statement is not unfeasible.

After all, you can think of reality as a large-scale game. In Earth Online, each account has a lot of freedom in face-shaping, with tens of thousands of initial face shapes and even more adjustment options, and more than 10 billion individuals. With such a large number of individuals, it is not impossible for some accounts to have face-shaping data that collide with others.

Just as among the stand-ins for some public figures there are both relatively common ones who have undergone plastic surgery and those who are rare but do exist as natural successors.

But then again.

The degree of freedom in face shaping in Earth OL is so high that even the acquired growth environment and life experiences may also have an impact on the appearance.

If you want to talk about being exactly the same in this situation, it is probably more realistic to synchronize data with your brothers in the womb.

Being similar is possible, but the chance of being exactly the same is so low that it can almost be regarded as non-existent. And this is just the result of considering appearance without considering personality.

But this is only a study of real humans, not Digimon.

It is difficult for humans to achieve a high degree of consistency in appearance under natural conditions, but Digimon can do it easily.

Although the appearance of Digimon is also influenced by their upbringing and life experiences, there are many role models among Digimon with the same name.

Model specimens refer to Digimon that are identical in appearance and even personality, and are like gangster clones.

This is the correction effect of data checking on the entire Digimon.

The Digital World was born from network data, and from the moment the Digimon born in the Digital World recognize the question "Who am I?", they are bound by the concept contained in their name.

For example, the name of Witchmon is Witch+mon. Because of this, all Witchmons have the appearance and personality of a witch, which is a direct manifestation of "stereotype" and "labeling".

The freedom allowed between individuals is merely the difference under the label of "witch", which is the so-called inclusion of different styles and personalities of witches that can be imagined in the entire network data.

Fortunately, with the rapid development of the Internet and the continuous changes in human literary creation, many noun labels, including "witch", have been expanded by real data to become large and diverse, so Digimon with ancient nouns such as Witchmon have also correspondingly undergone several changes in freedom, and it can be said that they have reaped the benefits of the times.

In contrast, some of the names of demons such as Baelmon and Beelzebumon are often used in literary creation and online discussions, but they are far less colorful than the concept of "witch" because of the fine lock of the concept itself.

Therefore, Balmon.X often feels constrained, depressed, and cramped by this.

But regardless of his attempts to gain freedom, the focus now is obviously not on the noble king who was busy with something and had left Bize alone some time ago. Rather, with the widespread existence of "Digital Copymon" among Digimon, the number of mature Digimon like Witchmon is actually quite a lot.

In other words, the possibility of admitting mistakes is extremely high.

Especially since it was a little too early for these Fallen Angels and Undead Digimon to get nervous.

As early as the moment Witchmon appeared, before she said a word, she began to chase him with her vision - it didn't seem like a rational judgment, but rather a subconscious state of stress.

And the next second everything returned to normal, a kind of 'collective reset' that made little Omer doubt whether he had received the wrong puppet message, and made the stress state seem irrelevant to judgment and thought.

It's almost a bit scary.

As the Devilmon roaring in the rock band, the female Devilmon chatting and laughing with the guests, and the Vampiremons at several separate bars were all resetting themselves and continuing their work with a natural look on their faces, the first thing that came to little Omer's mind was the trick of some ghosts controlling people like puppets to simulate their actions.

The puppets do what they are supposed to do and interact as they were used to in their previous lives, but they will react collectively or even lose consciousness when certain stimuli appear, and then become unaware of anything when they are restarted - there are many such scenarios in textbooks, and they also indicate how to deal with them.

It wasn't a scary plot for little Omar, he just thought it might be a trouble.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" He asked the witch beast who was pulling at her cloak after finding a sofa at the edge of the room and sitting down. He also repeated what Kanlong had written after the address to the waiter floating in the air, "Two cups of Corruption Spirit Special, and a guide."

"Two cups of Corruption Spirit Special, and a guide, OK,"

The little devil beast grabbed the pen with one claw and the pad with the other. While repeating, he made a short note on the pad with amazing dexterity and then flew away.

As it left, the entire digital metal room immediately closed again. Little Omer heard the unpleasant response of his partner Digimon through the puppet:

"I don't know those guys, and they don't know me either." The witchmon, who was flying the broom higher to avoid being blocked by the sofa and table, turned her head to look at the black cat that flew from her neck to the sofa below. "What do you want me to say?"

"This statement will only lead to two possibilities. One is that your digital core will appear more unique; the other is that the person behind this bar knows you."

Omer put away his two fingers and glanced at the black cat lying beside him, then looked up at the witchmon who showed him her pointed black boots and the underskirt, and asked, "Do you have any enemies?"

"That must be a lot." The pair of black boots that seemed to have no freedom at all swayed slightly.

"Where is there a Digimon that has reached the Ultimate Form and has no enemies?"

“How many are still alive?”

"One."

"Baalmon.X?"

"Asking knowingly."

"It seems that you have a pretty high standard for judging your enemies."

"You don't consider all those trainers as enemies, do you?"

"You have to be aware of the approximate extent of the hostility."

"Heh, I don't care about the Ultimate Form. I'll kill anyone who comes."

"But your Ultimate Form stats don't really live up to these words."

"Partner, do you want to have a fight?"

"Just being realistic," Xiao Ao said calmly, "In the past, I thought we would only be working together, so there was no need to care about your past and the troubles you were in. But things are different now."

"But I don't think there's anything wrong with my past."

"How long have you been in the dark zone?"

"Who knows? Does time have any meaning in this place? There's not even a normal daytime."

"There should always be an individual sense of time. For example, if we simply count in days, do you think we should use thousands or tens of thousands?"

"I don't know. I don't think it will be lower than ten thousand, but I have no idea if it is higher."

"It would be unreasonable to say that you have no troubles if you have been able to survive this long in the dark zone, right?"

"What? How does your partner determine if he's in trouble?"

"You have had conflicts with more than thirty living Digimon in the area, including physical injuries that you do not consider to be combat standards, or... you have had conflicts with one of the Seven Demon Lords."

"Oh," the Witchmon said thoughtfully, poking her chin with her large glove-covered fingertips, "then it is indeed a problem."

"Make it clear whether you agree with my standards or lament your troubled past."

"The latter."

"The former or the latter? Or..."

Omer asked, and looking at the witch beast slowly descending above, he simply interrupted him.

“All of them.”

“…That’s very life-like.”