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Chapter 1339 No.245: A New Beginning

Omar felt that his situation was relatively rare.

It's not that the development of reality deviates so much from little Omer's deduction plan, but generally speaking, this kind of "Please, another me" link either invites the devil ZERO on the parallel line, or calls on the future self.

As for his situation where his childhood self would shake his head when he saw this, and quickly make a plan for himself in his dream...

Well, it’s still me in the end.

Just thinking back can bring up a strong sense of substitution, even a sense of nostalgia, which is much closer than those situations where the two are separated.

There was even a moment of reluctance.

Although Bu She Na is indifferent to everything and appears cold, he also has a smooth mind and clear judgment, which can be said to be a perfectly adjusted state.

Now that the balance between his soul and body has been strengthened and replenished by sufficient rest, and even his regressed personality has recovered, Omer is like a Creeper who has been forced to work overtime again.

His tense heart felt like it was about to explode, but once the memory came to an end, when he finally let go of the huge, clear ink brush and looked down at the entire work, the spontaneous satisfaction and hazy and scattered self made him feel more like a dizziness after being assimilated than an explosion.

As for the warm feeling of being held in Ling's arms after the dizziness, regardless of getting wet...

silence.

No matter how many times he recalled it, he would remain silent.

Now that things have come to this, whether it is the short chat records in reality, or the light and shadow in the pupils that were occasionally glimpsed in the dream in the memory files, they can easily overturn the previous entanglement and confusion.

The unusual focus of his vision was not on little Omar, but on himself.

And that look... He had studied Dong Yan's modern studies, and this was Ai Qing.

Yes, that was a much purer and heavier emotion than the affection that arises from some girls' impulse when their minds are blinded by dopamine. It was a look that could not be expressed simply by the word "like". It was also an expression that was more obvious to Omar than any confession.

He chewed the air unconsciously for a moment, puzzled by the silent state.

why?

how?

Why? How did they do that? How did the friendship between female brothers turn sour?

Is it that the memory I searched with keywords is not comprehensive enough? Has she appeared in my memory files without my awareness? Or are those dreams, like some memories, vague and incomplete?
Omer always believed that there must be a reason for everything that happened. Even a criminal who committed a crime of passion could still find psychological clues from his character and life. But he couldn't understand it all. He just felt that either he had some potential undiscovered succubus talent, or he had triggered the underlying logic of the world of Gods, just like "Shirou Emiya's High Jump" and "Latan's Great Starfall", which attracted everyone who had seen it.

No, no?

He felt that Miss Ursula of the Kazdel Military Committee and another so-called Whiplash named Neve were more like succubi. Every time they appeared, they were accompanied by followers of both genders and suspected perverted surveillance and stalkers.

Even when this was pointed out to them in a tactful way, they still reacted helplessly.

Although helpless, he also has a calm feeling of getting used to and accepting reality, which is something Omar never thought he would have.

Whether it's the quantity or the quality of the fanaticism, they are not on the same level. If we don't take into account the weird fans in the demonization voting area...

Let’s not talk about the topic of fans for now, and don’t force solutions to problems that cannot be solved at the moment. The most urgent task is to get through the present, and not let yesterday’s efforts go to waste.

Yes, yesterday.

"Can Gnix just stop here? Omer, I think we should move three feet to the left so that we are not in the way."

Shijia came closer with his hands in his pockets, and as he spoke he turned his head to glance at the huge and bulky silver-iron beast behind him.

The joy-and-tragedy monster GARNIX/Gernix is ​​50 meters tall even when it is lying down, and its weight of 8 tons is a small test of the quality of the municipal engineering projects in the Jiemen District.

The Jiemen District scored very well in this regard. As a special zone for time travelers that was once ranked first, it has done a good job of improving the city's durability for those time travelers who are prone to causing trouble.

But to be honest, after the opening up of the foreign land, there has been a certain degree of laxity in the construction of city defense security in the Jiemen District. Omer is well aware of this because he heard someone shouting at yesterday's meeting.

Admittedly, the meeting at the municipal government was just an appearance, a meeting to plant the seeds, and it did not immediately gain a group of supporters.

But he did gain a lot, especially hearing a lot of secrets that he had never heard before or were somewhat questionable.

But before he could open his mouth to talk about road planning, He jumped down from behind and spoke first: "What do you mean by blocking the road? What are you talking about my Genix!"

Before seeing the person, I heard his voice first, then saw his legs.

He crossed a distance of more than ten meters and landed steadily from top to bottom, with only the plump thigh flesh trembling slightly, showing the slightly inhuman physical fitness of the monster controller after being synchronized with the monster.

Some even don't give enough face to the big drop in temperature in the second half of December.

At a time when even Omar would wear an extra coat over his suit, these monster controllers who officially changed into monster eugenics uniforms when going to work can be said to have entered a certain degree of working state.

This is a good thing in many ways. The purity of the monster controller is actually very obvious.

The basic ones will never age. Shen has even demonstrated how inhuman the details of a true monster controller can be when he has a monster hidden in his body - he can even stay awake!
In comparison, Shijia, Guishe, He and others at that time seemed not so good, and compared to Shen, they looked like ordinary humans.

But then was before and now is now.

The uniform, which is mainly silver-white with gold trimmings and purple embellishments, has not yet been adapted by Omer to the current combat uniform technology, let alone the addition of any temperature-changing function.

But the raccoon dog can wear it without hesitation, and even actively walk into the cold wind.

At first glance, Shijia's clothes seemed tight, but in fact they were still very thin. The polite man with glasses put his clothes in his pockets not because he was afraid of the cold, but because he was holding a monster model in his hand, fearing that the thing would jump out due to the resonance of the Genix not far away.

This wasn't even the place prepared for his monster, and releasing it prematurely would incur a heavy fine - he was the one under Omer who paid the most attention to this aspect, and acted like a common-sense person most of the time.

"Raccoon, are you too excited today?"

"What? Aren't you excited?"

The gray-haired girl was the only one who was excited today. She tiptoed and jumped a little on the spot: "Genix can be summoned directly and put here. It's very happy! It has been placed in the small box for too long. Isn't it your Greyjoy?"

"That being said, a monster controller shouldn't be carried away by the monster's emotions..."

"No, it's fine."

"Hey, Shen, you're here too."

"Shen, why are you standing on her side?"

"He's right. If we want to truly unleash the power of a monster, this kind of empathy is indeed very good." Patting Shijia on the shoulder, Omar also agreed, and then turned his head to look at the extremely quiet giant beast dotted with buildings, woods, and telephone poles.

It was similar to the original scene he had seen in "SSSS. The King of Electric Machines", and he particularly liked this kind of scene.

The ubiquitous storefronts and the abrupt monsters appear inexplicably harmonious, both shocking and natural.

"Also, the roads nearby have been blocked. If you open the electronic map now, you can see that the traffic alert has been updated. All electronic maps that are updated in real time will modify the navigation in this section."

"Eh? Is that so? Then there are people who don't use navigation, and some who don't use the internet to use navigation."

"There are too few people like that. Should I say you are being too serious or too argumentative, Shijia?" He has learned some inappropriate words from surfing recently, which made Shijia speechless:
"Even if it's a little, it's still something! Isn't the agency legal?"

"It doesn't matter. Details like this still need to be considered, and I'm not the only one who has considered it. The Transportation Department has specially arranged for traffic police to set up cordons at several nearby entrances."

"Oh, it's you indeed."

"Hey, you really should be careful." Shijia was speechless.

"But Omersan, how is the situation with the ghost snake?"

"You can still contact him normally, even you can contact him at will," Omer replied, "He seems to be enjoying sitting on the bench over there, but he will be busy when the real action starts, and he is enjoying his hard-earned rest time."

"Is that so? Then..." Shijia said cautiously, "How are you?"

"I?"

"Yeah, you." Shen responded.

"You were in a bad state before, and you didn't want us to mention it."

"Why are you selling me out so quickly..." He was a little speechless to the kid, but he turned his head and looked at Omar, "But it doesn't matter. Have you adjusted yourself? I left some space for you yesterday."

"Well, it's adjusted."

"Really? I heard Xiao Qian complain that they didn't seem to do anything and seemed quite angry, so it was inconvenient for me to ask for details. Did you adjust yourself?"

"In fact, it's by being different from myself, and it probably did make them angry."

"what does that mean?"

"If you don't do well halfway, just go back to the starting point and walk again," he answered without hesitation, "but no matter whether the deviation is corrected or not, the mistakes you made will not disappear, and you still have to make up for it."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and lit up the light screen.

I glanced at Ling’s avatar and the last message of the conversation displayed below it.

[See you later, looking forward to the dinner]

The problem is not solved yet, but now that we are prepared, we won’t be as entangled and hesitant as before.