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Chapter 1738 No.354: Black Market, Another Challenge

"Guardromon/Guard Robotmon, mature stage, surveillance AI positioning, with built-in 360° infrared sensing array, scanning 50TB of data traffic per second, very important in detection activities that may be counter-detected."

"Detectivemon, a growth-stage detective-type Digimon with built-in optical camouflage "Stealth Vanishing", a notorious ability recommended by cracking teams and the first choice for case investigation."

"Tactimon/Strategistmon, the Ultimate Form, has both combat power and brains. Although it is truly used on the battlefield, it doesn't look much different from where you are, right?"

"Although I would like to answer you, would you like to adjust the distance between these three first?"

Under the introduction of Takumi Aiba, the three Digimon lined up one by one. The growing beast sandwiched between the mature stage and the Ultimate stage showed visible uneasiness, which made Omer complain about the queue in silence.

So the red-haired creature who was once hailed as the savior of the digital world turned his head, scratched the back of his head awkwardly, and went to look for Scoutmon to apologize.

"Oh! Sorry, sorry! I didn't notice your mood. Actually, there's no need to be so nervous. Tacticmon is very gentle to his companions, and GuardRobotmon is not an employee of the Iron Empire..."

"They look like new recruits, so don't expect to see more of them." Belstarmon next to him suddenly spoke up.

"Indeed, considering Takumi's personality, it's possible that Yami forced the scout beast into his hands." Omar replied helplessly.

"Oh?"

"Chasing victory and putting efficiency first, this is my impression of Takumi, who is completely opposite to Yami who is keen on training and opening the Pokédex and just wants to make friends with as many Digimon as possible."

"Efficiency first?" Belstarmon looked at the young man bending over and comforting the short Digimon.

“It’s hard to imagine.”

"It is mainly reflected in the priority of efficiency in route selection and team selection," Omer explained. "Those who can join his team are carefully selected. Not only are their abilities satisfactory, but their personalities and goals are also compatible. This way, the team atmosphere is not bad."

"That sounds strong."

"So he and his companions were the main forces in that incident." Omar nodded.

"Then I really want to try it."

"We'll go and ask for advice later." The little devil didn't dislike his partner's belligerent character, but the timing was not right. "The most urgent thing is the investigation itself. After he's appeased, we'll go back to the black market."

"Won't we be surrounded by a group of demon soldiers again?"

"Let me answer this question." Takumi Aiba waved his hand as he came back from his friend's place.

"Has the hidden danger been resolved?"

"It's done... I'd like to say that, but how can that be considered a hidden danger..." Takumi was speechless, thinking that his old friend was making a big deal out of nothing.

"Those factors that may cause hesitation or error at a critical moment are all potential risks," Omar explained simply. "It's good that you've got it done. Continue with your unfinished answer."

"You still want me to tell you when the subject has changed?"

“Cherish your chance to perform.”

"Ha..." The leader of the cyber investigation sighed and was too lazy to refute that he had no shortage of opportunities to show off. He simply said, "This time, the disguise code was developed by Yamei and I. It doesn't have the marks of the seven demon kings, so it won't be easily discovered by their men."

That would lead to another question from Beizi: "Wouldn't it be very conspicuous?"

If there are a few unmarked people in a group of people who all have marks, wouldn't they stand out more?

"They don't identify us by markings, but by their vision. That means our disguise will be mistaken for our true form. Here," Takumi turned around and pulled a few completed badges from the operating table and handed them over, "classic attribute badges, honesty, courage, knowledge, miracles, etc. Take whatever you like. Do you want friendship? Omer."

"Is this the customary way of attacking others in your circle?"

"At least the friendship badges in the remastered version are real friendship badges, right? We should give people a second chance." "..."

It was indeed little Omar, who had once distanced himself and tried to cut off contact, who felt that there was something else behind the words and was silent for a moment. Then the other party stuffed a badge of hope into his hand.

"If you don't like it, take this. Belstarmon's degenerated form is FemaleDevilmon, right?"

If you mention this, the person involved will be unhappy... Omer quickly turned around and grabbed Belstarmon's wrist that was spinning with a gun.

Although the demon is accustomed to the fact that each time it degenerates from the Ultimate Form, it deliberately bypasses the transition state of "Perfect Form", it does not mean that he will ignore the significance of this uniqueness.

It's as if there is only room for one extreme between combat power and intelligence. Whether it's the state of Witchmon or Belstarmon's turn, the skipped stage of LadyDevilmon may have some hidden secrets that will not be mentioned.

But the contradiction as a conclusion is always obvious.

"Well, that's it, give me another surprise..." Before he could finish his words, a half-heart-shaped badge was thrown to him. He caught it and looked at Takumi who turned around and walked away with a smirk, feeling helpless.

The joke, which was not funny in the first place, would be even more inappropriate at this time.

Or is this guy retaliating because I asked him to change formation before?

Little Omar, who knows a lot, doesn't think so. He would rather believe that the red-haired bro just has a bad temper.

His EQ is not low, but he clearly noticed something but pretended not to see it.

Even tried to fan the flames.

This is called a bad character.

"Here, yours," Omer released his hand and pressed the badge into the other's palm. He looked up at Belstarmon, whose eyes were still on Takumi. "Don't get angry because of a word. I won't ask about things you don't want to talk about."

"..." Upon hearing this, Belstarmon lowered his eyes and looked at Omer. He was silent for a moment, then held the badge.

Then, her body shrank back to just over 1.7 meters.

Holding the badge up to my eyes, I couldn't help but wonder about its odd shape.

"By the way, partner, what is this badge?"

"The badge of love." Omer said calmly.

"Love?"

"Strictly speaking, it's Aijou no Monshou/Love Badge, but this is love in the Far Eastern sense, which is the sum of family, love, friendship and the like."

"Then is it necessary for the friendship badge you mentioned to exist?"

"…Good question. It's a very unique angle. Regardless of whether the seven emblems should exist or not, they have indeed existed in the ruins records of the Digital Master World from a very long time ago, so we usually call them hearts for now."

"This also involves concepts like empathy," Takumi, who had already cleaned up the tables, came over and continued the conversation, while the Tyrannosaurus Rex in his hand drew a dark hole, "I'm ready over there, how about you? Didn't you say we were in a hurry?"

"Of course I'm in a hurry."

Little Omar looked up at the terminal alarm he had set nine minutes ago and saw that there were still six minutes left.

In comparison, the alarm clocks for several other horse girls’ training schedules are more generous.

While controlling the puppet, he took another look at the progress in the training ground.

Then he said:
"Just go."