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Chapter 1373 No. 279: Hai Si is so direct (Monthly ticket plus more)

The road to hell is often paved with good intentions, a Western-style version of "good intentions lead to bad consequences", and an old proverb that Omer particularly appreciates.

It demonstrates that goodwill has nothing to do with right or wrong, and greatly enriches people's cognitive boundaries of the impermanence of the world, so that when they encounter uncontrolled development, they will not appear too unbearable.

This is the limit of ordinary people.

Even with a healthy brain and excellent chip hardware to memorize all the ancient wisdom, one still cannot avoid the situation where the brain is blank and everything one has learned is difficult to apply. Not being able to roar and lose heart and frustration like that mediocre person is just a little feedback that the journey one has taken in the past was not in vain.

But if you have a higher-than-average psychological quality, or the ability to cope with unexpected situations, you have entered an extraordinary field and have some commendable advantages.

And when you possess both at the same time and are able to call upon what you have learned in the past - this is easy to say and everyone can do it, but it is extremely difficult to achieve purity in the literal sense.

You will be able to easily resolve most of the problems you encounter in life, and give people the image of a bermensch who has great powers and will never be trapped by difficulties.

bermensch/superman, this is a philosophical concept that is particularly familiar to the Ultra Warriors and the employees of the Beta Training Ground, including Ono Xiaomei. This concept of superman, which is related to Nietzsche, a well-known philosopher, is closer to a vision than a theory. That vision expects a new type of human being who can subvert the existing social order and moral concepts, who has creativity, strength and independence, can transcend himself and create new values.

Compared to the superman in the material sense, the superman in this spiritual realm is always precious. Even in the Holy Terra Federation, which boasts of being advanced and diverse, this vision is only realized among a very small number of independent individuals.

And among them, there was no Omer Linton.

There is no doubt that although he has been on such a path, the short distance that has not been reached can be said to be a chasm like the universe at his fingertips.

And the most intuitive proof of this is undoubtedly the present moment.

——When dishes were served one after another, even those that needed to be steamed for a long time were watched by the familiars (a little dragon called Qingping by Ling and a strange bipedal beast called Ayao by Xi), leaving Omar with no reason to stay in the kitchen and had to go to the dining table...

He is like a frog that has just entered the water but is very cautious.

The temperature feels a little off, but it can't be an illusion, right?

Zero was discussing yesterday's battle with Orb, Geed, Anki, Lipia, and Guldt on the screen. The Electro Kings were chatting with the Guldt allies about the various novelties they had seen in the Boundary Gate area over the past day and a half, and the two monster controllers, Juuka and Ghost Snake, were also chatting with them. Leaving He and Shen seemed to be equally silent.

There seemed to be nothing wrong with the people at this table, although He's reaction was a little concerning to him, and although Nian and Chongyue's presence among them seemed a little out of place, there were members of the Sui family at every table. Shu and Xi were currently greeting the junior and senior high school students at the table of Saima Musume. The former behaved naturally, but the latter were a little nervous, as if they were not used to getting along with the real people on the covers.

In this respect, he is not as good as Bize at Omer's table.

Bizena could just look at the scene where Ling was hugging Beatrix and Cherenina with great spirit, and occasionally greeting Ishamara, and marvel at it. He would then say a few words to the witch beast's phone, which she would stare at from time to time, and then whisper something to her bionic girlfriend beside her. He looked quite mature and steady.

He just looks steady, but when you try to reproduce the words from his lip movements, you'll find that he's fanning the flames, checking on his bionic girlfriend's progress in mastering the recipe, and also inserting a few cycles of dirty talk in his method.

Fortunately, he cast a silent barrier on himself this time, otherwise, everyone at this table had excellent hearing and it was hard to say how they would look at him.

However, even if his hearing was limited, it did not prevent Omar from looking at him as if he were trash, and then he turned to look at the Uma Musume table.

Rudolph, Chiaki, Bai Ren, Katsuragi, and the Sirius symbol whose popularity was not enough to be selected for the Dream Cup, all gathered together shoulder to shoulder, watching the game video projected by Chiaki's hand. It was as if they were reviewing the game and chatting about things like carelessness, where to speed up, and not letting the opponent get forward. There was nothing wrong with listening to them.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Although some people's family education may include ancient traditions such as not talking while eating or sleeping, the East Asian cultural circle is mostly based on the atmosphere of free speech at the dinner table. It is not surprising to talk about anything while eating, or to bury your head in your mobile phone.

Even when the girls under his command were so engrossed in their phones that they forgot to pick up the food, and the black-haired horse girl brought by a certain empire's crown prince was silently showing off her peripherals, Omar had no intention of asking about it.

Just take this as a lesson for them, otherwise they will really forget the fact that the plain-looking Miss Mi Yu is the hidden glutton of Tresen.

The battlefield of the dinner table is brutal, especially when your neighboring country, which looks like a small village, has found Big Ivan.

However, that was only a hidden danger limited to that table of Uma Musume battlefield.

And the greater the hidden danger, the kinder Shu looked at her.

At Omer's table, apart from Ishamara's slightly larger appetite, Omer himself was the one who ate the most.

In the activity room on weekdays, the mercenary trainers use indoor fitness equipment to maintain their condition. Their appetite is 1.9 times that of an average adult. When they use magic and harness the power of monsters, their appetite will increase exponentially, showing you the struggles of energy conservation.

When it comes to recent times, the same is true when working harder late at night. After all, although many people ignore this point, it is indeed physical work before and after intense sex.

Especially when one of the women is not physically fit, you will have to make up for the extra exercise by yourself.

Omar always has troubles at the dinner table. After all, whether from the perspective of the Engel coefficient or pure efficiency, his attribute of being a big eater is really not very good.

Especially since reality is not animation, let alone a funny animation.

He can't just dump food into his mouth in a particularly cartoonish way, he can just speed it up rather than skip it, and as the time spent on meals increases, chefs and diners obviously have to consider more nutritious ingredients.

But there were ordinary people in the room. Omar, who had never been sent to the hospital due to lack of nourishment, never implemented this plan in the office and could only get used to this somewhat lengthy dining process.

But it is well known that getting used to something does not mean you like it.

Perhaps the raccoon dog would be happy that he could eat more and have more stomach space to hold a variety of delicacies, but the demon just felt that he spent too much time on this and he had not yet had such a leisurely time.

But Omar doesn't think so today.

After all, banquets are supposed to last longer.

He was prepared to spend a lot of time here, and he saw the three tables of people forming their own circles and chatting with each other. At first glance, there was nothing wrong or problematic, but once he stayed in that field of vision for a while...

Ok……

Are there too many eyes on you?
It is not difficult to find, or rather it is extremely obvious.

Because some people do have the awareness of anti-reconnaissance, but more people only have poor restraint and disguise, which is worse than nothing. Especially the alien whose lip reading was read by Omer several times, he almost did not hide his mentality of watching a good show. The teasing look made Omer frown and think of several faces.

Akane, Suzuko, Holhaya, and Vishdel, who would probably be treated by Theresa, so he refused to attend the party here outright.

Aliens obviously should not be on the same stage with such a group, because the core of the joke is a kind of complacent overlooking from a high position, and the man surnamed Bi is usually in a lower position in front of his brothers and has no room to look down on others.

This is obviously not right, and it is not the only thing wrong in the list.

The nerves were tense when talking with the horse girl, but he was not concentrating on communicating with his idol. Instead, he frequently glanced at Xi in his direction, as if he wanted to stare through him. Team members Nan and Utsumi had gossip in their eyes, as if they already knew that the focus of this banquet was Ling.

Maybe Qian revealed the news?
But this doesn't seem to explain the worry in Xiao Lu's eyes. Does he think something will happen to him today?

Facing Chise's curious and admiring eyes, Yamanaka Riki's particularly awed gaze, and Anqi, who began to glare at him coldly after hearing something whispered in the ear of the second generation, Omar felt that the situation at that table was not too unbelievable. After all, in addition to Akane, there was also Alexis who would run around on the screen and not mind making trouble.

But these people's gazes did not just linger on themselves and Ling, but instead looked all over the mountains and fields, as if they wanted to get to know everyone in their sight anew.

It made him focus on Xiao Lu's worries again.

What is this?
Did they get the message distorted in the process of transmitting it? Omer, who remembered some jokes, chewed his food without paying much attention to the flavor, thinking that this might be a common gradual distortion in the process of information transmission.

But no matter what these people heard, as a person who took the initiative to lead a team to watch other people's confessions, Omar felt that he had no right to say that others were immoral. Even though all eyes were on him, and even the girls under him, whether in high school, college or even after retirement, were looking at him, he just buried his head in his meal without saying a word, letting his thoughts continue to run in his mind.

He suddenly became alert, feeling that there seemed to be a huge deviation, and this might be a sign of things to come.

How many people came to watch the show today?
And how many people have misunderstood the play they were supposed to watch?

Looking at Ishamara and Holhaiya who have been staring at him, he must have to deal with more than one interpersonal problem. The constant storm in his brain makes him look like a demon in the eyes of others, saying "Now that things have come to this, let's eat first."

Silently looking at some people who wanted to say something but hesitated, and continuing to eat without any expression, Omar waited for Zhongyue to stand up and make a toast first.

The latter, with the style of someone who was very experienced in hosting celebration banquets, mentioned the celebration of yesterday's victory as the host, and then mentioned today's running. In between the congratulations, he passed the conversation to himself and Rudolph and the others.

Everyone stood up and spoke, raising their glasses to express their gratitude. Up to this point, although many people's random glances caused Omar a lot of confusion and surprise, everything was still within the established process and nothing outrageous happened.

But that’s all.

When the banquet entered the middle stage, the concept of the drinking party that would take over the final stage began to overwrite the dinner party. People began to stand up and walk around with wine glasses frequently, which made some minors unable to see them. It was a time when they were unwilling to accept it, but also a little cautious and nervous.

Then a big fish suddenly jumped out of the calm water.

"Omer."

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Looking up at Ishamara who was walking towards him with a glass of wine, Omer doubted whether Haisi and Skadi had any memory of toasting.

But this was indeed a Skadi style, Ishamara, who was wearing a coat, sweater, short skirt and long socks, instead of her usual cool outfit, put the wine glass aside and leaned over to hug him.

Under countless staring eyes, I breathed against his neck and whispered:

"It doesn't matter if you refuse to be my blood relative. Just become my family. Let the blood connect us closely and let us live together."

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