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NO.215 If you can do it, you will be the Moon God Miracle Zero
The storm of unrest will not be quelled easily.

Even if you can easily hold the "legitimacy of official business" in your hands and let the girl who is full of bad intentions but also sensible let you go.

The effects of her carefully crafted medicine would not wear off.

When it came to this, Omar felt that perhaps he should be thankful that the hair growth rates in different areas of the human body were not consistent, but perhaps, even considering this was a step down.

So he gave up thinking about the topic of "drug side effects" and was finally able to extricate himself after being controlled by a group of girls' discussion about hair style management for nearly an hour.

This is probably what it feels like when models and figurines have their faces and hairstyles constantly replaced, provided they are conscious... Omar had this subtle thought, but soon felt that the dolls in the hands of the "doll-raising" group were more in line with their own situation.

At this time, you might as well think of something positive, such as they are just playing with their hair, at least they are not putting on makeup or anything...

When Omar recalled that a classmate had once told him about how he was a toy in the hands of his mother and best friend as a child, how he was forced to change into many girls' clothes, wear many braids, and even had to do makeup for himself, he felt a foundation for psychological balance.

It's just the basics.

The essence of adjusting the mentality to find joy in suffering is to pua yourself. The devil who has never been willing to indulge in it would rather let the brain advance some more practical processes.

For example, the Arima Memorial two days later, the Dream Cup after the Arima Memorial, and the Luzas network node he intercepted an hour ago.

"You're not planning on charging into their headquarters right now?"

Upon hearing the news, Zero had a subtle expression constructed with Mr. Igaruri's face.

He considered himself a radical and militant member of the Kingdom of Light, but after meeting Omer, he felt that he had witnessed a whole new level of extremes.

Not only does he want to defeat and destroy the opponent, he also always infiltrates the opponent's organization personally to ensure that as many as possible are successful. Although Zero does not think there is anything wrong with this, always doing this may be considered a kind of mental paranoia.

Should we say that he is too much of a perfectionist, or that he lacks confidence in others, which is why he always does things himself... Just when Zero thought that the latter was proven in this incident, that is, Omer finally sent someone else to take charge instead of taking care of the whole process himself -

The devil called.

...Huh? Is this guy too busy to rest?
Didn't he send troops to conduct an infiltration search? Why did he get the information himself? Wasn't this guy very busy these days?

The recent Zero focuses on visiting Lipia and Katsuragi Ace, Xiao Lu and Mi Yu, Omer and his four subordinates whenever he has nothing to do, highlighting the fact that although he is not a trainer, he still wants to give instructions on other people's training.

Although I don't quite understand the undercurrents on Omer's side, I can at least see that he is very busy.

In this situation, do you still have the time to work?
He couldn't quite understand, but there was no time to ask.

After all, after the other party presented the coordinate information, he immediately asked about his understanding of the Baltic people. This familiar posture immediately aroused his above questions.

The man answered straightforwardly.

"Of course not. Do you think I'm such an impulsive person?"

After categorizing the newly acquired data on nutrition/physical education/criminology/folklore/history into his personal e-book library that looked like an iron shelf, and then putting the empty memory back into the encrypted drawer under the test bench, Omar turned around to look at Cerro, whose eyes kept drifting behind him.

"You can just say whatever you want to say. You look like a supporting character in a horror movie."

"So you are the protagonist?"

Cero, who didn't quite get the joke, chose to answer in his own way.

“I am another supporting character. If I follow your gaze, I will be devoured by ghosts.” He glanced back unhappily, but only saw an ordinary blackboard and a high table next to it. Omer turned back again, “But obviously, neither Sunday Tranquility nor Tea is here.”

"Oh, yes, why isn't the child here?" Cero subconsciously glanced at the coffee cup on the table. It was still steaming when he came here.

"Girls naturally have things to do during their holidays. The leisure time after the competition and live is always particularly precious. We can't waste it on entertaining Ultra Dandy with the trainers."

"Hey! After all, I have learned Earth language! How come I am a dandy?"

"I guess in the Earth language you learned, dandy is a derogatory word, but it is actually a neutral word, referring to the fancy clothes of rich children, describing your extraordinary background."

"Ah? Uh, let me think about it... Uh, is my background considered extraordinary?"

Sero asked Omer, pointing at himself.

"You ask me about your origins?"

To be honest, although it is not clear who is Zero's mother, judging from Tsuburaya's attitude towards Momo Seven in recent years, this treatment is obviously more substantial than any other position. "Hahaha, you two are really interesting. I was wondering if it would be boring to be left here by my partner."

"…So Mikomon is here too?"

The sudden sound of a cheerful female voice made Cero's gaze fall on Omar's face... Strictly speaking, it was the direction where Omar's face was.

The private mode of the terminal is based on optical application, which cannot be hidden from the high-performance Ultra Eye. After hearing the sound, Zero was able to immediately lock the source of the sound, and then he realized that it was the voice of Omer, the Digimon partner.

This doesn't matter because he is slow to react. After all, although Witchmon will occasionally come out of the screen to move around and eat some snacks, she almost never appears on the same screen with Zero. The only interactions between the two are limited to calls on the "team channel" during a few operations.

And when Omar occasionally shows the screen, you can see a Q version of the witch in the corner.

It cannot be said that there is no intersection at all, but at least we are matched with strangers, and the relationship is so insignificant that we haven't even added each other as friends.

But at least this time they were friends - just as he was exclaiming in surprise, the blue-eyed witch in a red hat and red clothes appeared beside Omar.

"Of course I am. Even if my partner has the Mechanical Dragon Card, he still doesn't know how to operate the Data World. In other words, you still have to rely on me!"

The smug witch in red was swung by a broomstick to Omar's custom-made sofa. She leaned back and blinked her big eyes. She looked relaxed and nervous at the same time, as if she had coveted this seat for a long time, but when she actually sat on it, she didn't feel anything special. She quickly tried to savor the feeling over and over again.

But Omar didn't care that his seat was taken by her. Instead, he raised his hand to catch the red pointed hat that was thrown into the air and almost fell off due to her fancy and ostentatious way of taking the seat.

He casually covered her head with it, then put his hands on the sofa and looked at Cerro.

"Yes, we still have to rely on her. The main reason is that the network gateway is indeed troublesome."

"Network gateway? What is that?"

"It's a checkpoint, literally." Glancing at the Digimon who raised his hands to adjust the position of his hat, Omar raised his hand again to scratch his bangs that he was not used to. "It will monitor and trace all abnormal data flows across the network, and there will be a Digimon army acting as guards."

"So there is such a thing? Why have I never heard of it?"

"If you just surf the Internet, you don't need such knowledge, and it's hard to talk about this topic. The disadvantage of advanced Internet technology is that the threshold for professional fields is raised."

"I see," Zero nodded. He wasn't really interested in the topic. He just found a seat and sat down and asked, "So what exactly are you planning to do? Didn't you call me over specifically to fight?"

"It's destruction, not fighting," Omar corrected.

"Some things are meaningless for me to do, and it's easy to add pressure to the girls. But it's different if Ultraman does it, especially Ultraman Zero who is famous in the space circle."

"Luzas and his gang's illegal business is based on the cooperation of multiple fields, including the Internet. I have the locations of three nodes here, and I would like to trouble you to test them."

"It sounds like hard work."

"Coolie? No, not a chore. Just fly over, fire a Wide Zero Shot, and fly back. Three simple steps."

"Sounds like something I saw online about putting an elephant in a refrigerator."

"Wrong, this difficulty is just to put Uyingdam into a capsule."

"Fine……"

Zero looked at him speechlessly, then stood up and said, "How do we do it specifically? I haven't even been to the data world of this world. I heard that there is an official channel in this world?"

"Yes, but there's no need to take the official road when there are Digimon. Witchmon will take you there."

The witch raised her hand when she heard the topic come up, and clenched her huge hand twice: "I'm only responsible for pick-up and drop-off."

"It's enough to pick you up. Cero can fly by himself, so there's no need to squeeze your magic broom."

Omer raised his hand and placed it on the brim of Witchmon's hat, pressing it down gently to warn the other party not to be too naughty, but he also saw that Zero was hesitant to speak again.

"If you have any other questions, please feel free to ask."

"You...what happened to your hair?"

"I thought you could hold it in until the end without asking."

(End of this chapter)