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Chapter 1748 No.364: It is troublesome but very labor-saving

“…Partner, um…”

"you--"

When he returned to reality, the Omer puppet, who paid no attention to the flood or the turmoil in the dark area, just took off his device and stood up, and saw a big woman flying out from the screen hanging on the side of the private room.

The 1.9-meter-tall Belstarmon.X would still make this small room seem narrow even if it folded its pair of large wings behind it.

Of course, this place is not spacious to begin with.

As a single room, the service itself is to let people lie down and enter the dark area, and no other services will be provided.

Naturally, there is no need to occupy too much space.

So when little Omar looked through the vision of the Omar puppet and saw Belstarmon X's hesitation to speak, and also looked at her outfit that was not suitable for children and could be considered some kind of erotic outfit.

He didn't blush.

But after her, the light and shadow of the Aiba siblings and their Digimon also covered this place. The moment they transformed from data to matter and appeared, they pressed Belstarmon.X towards him on the sofa. Then he saw the evasive eyes of a certain savior.

So he stretched out his hand expressionlessly and placed it on the head of Belstarmon X, which was pressing on his chest and trying to make room for the wings that were pressing on his side.

"?" The latter tilted his head slightly because of the touch on the back of his head, and all three eyes were looking at Omar. Then he saw the fingers of that hand hooked in the blind spot of his vision, and the power disappeared instantly.

"Anyway, you should change back first," said Omar.

Then several digital light bands with pitch-black patterns extended from her body and gathered in Omer's hands. In less than a few seconds, a small dark ball was formed.

And a special bullet.

A gray crystal bullet wrapped in a pair of digital rings.

Others might think that this was the condensation of X antibodies, but Omar didn't think so.

Although the technology to remove X-antibodies from digital cores does exist in the digital world, it is often a forced choice. After all, X-antibodies do not hinder life, and it does not mean that you will definitely X-evolve if you have X-antibodies.

From ancient times to the present, the evolution of Digimon requires opportunities.

Data only consolidates the foundation and stacks values, while evolution is a transformation at the life level, and that transformation is often related to the state of mind, and coincides with certain source energy cultivation methods in reality.

Therefore, even if some Digimon are unwilling to enter the realm of X-evolution due to some difficulties, it is not a problem to have X-antibodies on their bodies first, and they will not choose to be dissected.

For this reason, Omer’s understanding of this bullet is a data capture of an evolutionary moment.

A more intuitive way of explaining it is the monster card.

Or maybe it's the spark doll made by Dark Lugiel.

Data is not life, but life can be regarded as a collection of data. Monster cards, Spark dolls, and even the Originium brought by Rhodes Island Company are all solidified and deconstructed life data, turning them into portable products that can be read and used.

The life solidification technology developed by a researcher in the Kingdom of Light can be said to be the pinnacle of this path. The operation of directly creating an extra life is somewhat enviable to others, but it is quite difficult to really compare the two.

Although it is a main road, it actually has many branches, and the technology involved is not known to outsiders. However, Belstarmon is obviously not an intelligent Digimon who can discuss technology with others.

If it were today's witchmon, it could be considered two-thirds, and the missing one-third is the rebellious and naughty character.

Of course, as Omar's partner, she has been tempered a lot. She is rebellious and naughty only when she is in a bad mood. But at this moment when she seems to have made up her mind, she returns to her mature state and looks at the man who abruptly took away her power. She puts away the Digital Soul with one hand and pushes the bullet closer with the other.

She just briefly looked at the long black cat beside her, and then shook her head at Omar.

“…You keep it.” Her eyes were a little evasive when she said that.

"You can talk about it later."

Without saying much, he immediately pinched the bullet, and when he spread it out like magic, there was nothing inside. Omer first raised his hand to push against the witchmon's broom, urging it to float further up to make room.

It was one thing that the ground was narrow, but there was still space above, and the restrictive hem of the witchmon's skirt left little room for peeks, so it could go any which way up.

As long as she floated up enough for Omar to stand up, he would clap his hands and call everyone to get out. "Okay, everyone, get up quickly, let's go out and talk somewhere else."
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In an exotic, sub-dimensional place like the Mirror Market, strange shops and tourists are standard, but there are also many ordinary restaurants and drink shops.

Although the menu still has some of the unique wine flavor of the alley, the more conservative guests will still keep the things on the table normal.

"What is that?"

But Yamei couldn't help but ask about the cup of milk tea in front of Omer, which had a strange three-hole outline floating on it from time to time.

Although it doesn't look like a human face, it doesn't seem to be the effect of ordinary rising heat.

"Soul-flavored drinks are not uncommon, right?" Omer took a sip of the milk tea and shook it. Then he asked the silent witch beast floating beside him, "Do you want any?"

Normally, the witch would have simply given +1, but now the witchmon just shook her head: "No."

"Then let's get down to business."

"Eh? I want to try it."

"I don't recommend it, but it's up to you. Let's get back to business." Omar put down the cup and tapped with his knuckles on the data decoding screen on the table that was projected by the guard robotmon and kept changing.

"Is this common?"

"It's not common, but it's not rare either," Aiba Takumi shrugged, "It's just that they think they can rest easy by wrapping a few more layers of virtual IPs and transferring IP areas and sensitive areas a few more times."

"But he does keep shifting."

"You can see it."

"I told you that Omer must be doing his homework, brother."

That's not the case, it's just the information on the Gilbaris card... Omer suppressed this thought and continued the topic: "Could this transfer route and speed be a bait?"

"It's not impossible, but Yami's Digimon partners have already gone to check, so there should be an answer soon. I think I should have listened to my advice, right?" Aiba Takumi drummed his fingers on the table, "I should have tried to get some information and interrogate him before I alerted him."

"There's no point in interrogating someone in a program that has an exit button, unless you can trick him into thinking he's back in reality."

"You've filtered out the cliché options so naturally!" Takumi yelled.

"It's not worth mentioning something without confidence. Do you think you can get any information from him on a battlefield like that? Lilithmon has been targeting Belstarmon since the beginning, and maybe he's also been targeting me."

"Maybe? Oh, that's right, why is the Seven Crowns useless to you?" Takumi asked curiously, and at the same time glanced at his sister who rolled her eyes at her and Jesmon who had been listening quietly.

Then he looked at Omer again: "I'm ready to film your reaction."

"That's not good," Omer said, "You'll remind Yami to take Angewomon back next time."

"Yeah! I haven't even collected that many of your ugly photos yet!"

"Damn it, you're the one reminding me, Yami! Come on, Yami, I usually only take three Digimon friends out with me! It's not good to bring a mechanical one with me."

"It's just one grid. Are we still friends if we care so much about output?"

"That's why I check DPS because we're friends!!"

"Alas, slave."

"..." Watching the two siblings start to quarrel, and looking at Jesmon who was now looking at the quarreling siblings instead of himself, he moved his seat slightly to ask Guard Robotmon who was still projecting the screen: "Is the data recorded at that time not missing?"

Hearing this, Guard Robotmon stared at Omer with his big eyes for several seconds before saying:

"No."

"Okay, thank you."

In that way, even if the other party is very vigilant, it seems that a lot of detours can be avoided.