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Chapter 1459 No.78: Not always bad
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Many seekers who try multi-threaded applications for the first time and try to achieve multitasking in the full sense are prone to side effects such as dizziness, splitting headaches, and even hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.

All are normal.

Human evolution is too slow to keep up with the magnificent wonders created by wisdom, and can only rely on external forces also created by wisdom to strengthen and supplement.

However, it is difficult to take individual differences into account through external supplementation, so the above-mentioned side effects will occur.

In this process, if there are foreign elements mixed in, such as half-demons or demons, it can reduce the pressure on the hardware and program running-in. Although it is not standing at the finish line at birth, at least it can stand at the end. After that, it only needs to use the last step to rush forward.

This is the case with Omer Linton. He was already taking a shortcut, and the monster cards were another shortcut, which prevented him from having the above-mentioned troubles.

until now.

Now it is only the beginning of that day.

Omer Linton, who was chatting with the black sheep about Sirius and watching Sirius running, had just come to a conclusion from his observations and wanted to make it clearer, so he picked up a stack of cards that he carried with him wherever he went.

A thick stack of books flew up and down like falling flowers, each spinning in different trajectories, straight into the training ground's barrier that would have prevented any outsiders from entering.

Because they are part of the training, and they are part of the training model that Omer has incorporated since he first built his own stadium.

"Next, pay attention to the cards on the field."

“Each card will be highlighted by the system and suspended around the track.”

"They are all in an activated state, waiting for you and influencing you, making you think wildly on the court and making you hesitate."

"Don't be affected by them. This is the goal of today's training. Let me see your determination!"

After he finished speaking, he swiped open the operating screen of the training ground system. However, Omar, who was multitasking, had also gained something on the other end of the terminal. He had just confirmed the time and place of the meeting with the commander of the Grey Crow Office when he saw the continuous text messages and even the network was disconnected for a while.

But within two seconds, the apology text message arrived immediately, leaving him only time to blink and watch the message, which seemed like an illusion, being automatically deleted from his mailbox and then disappeared with the quick refresh of the webpage.

Such authority does make the news more credible.

"Witchmon, are you busy?"

"No, what's wrong? Is there something to do or a battle? Or is that guy Balmon X jumping around again?!"

People influence each other, and Demons and Digimon are probably no exception.

After spending a long time with Omer Linton, Witchmon also began to develop the habit of guessing what people were thinking and speaking out her thoughts. However, she still had a long way to go before she could reach Omer's level of insight that could make people's faces change, as she still had a long way to go in accumulating her own reasoning.

'There was an invasion, I had suspected.'

"Eh? I don't feel anything. I didn't see any abnormalities or suspicious people here. Even your father hasn't been here."

'It's normal that he didn't come.'

Omer knew that the evil father had recently set his sights on an RTS game linked to Castlevania, and that he and Vlad would play duo battles against Dracula every day. The chat records made Omer speechless, and he could only say that as long as the two were happy, that was good enough.

This cyber adoptive father doesn't have the ability to find an internet stepmother, but he has the intention of forming a sunset brotherhood and playing games together. The adopted son can only say that it's pretty good.

Anyway, he failed the cyber hacker exam again, and I was thinking about whether to pair him with a Digimon partner. If he can find some old brothers who can get along well with him, they can be good substitutes. Even if there is a weird guy like Alexis Kailif among them, Omar will temporarily acknowledge that His strength is more reliable than that of ordinary Digimon.

'What's unusual is that my email address seems to have been tampered with. Are you sure there are no traces?'

"Mailbox tampering? Let me confirm it."

The voice was silent for a short while, then it spoke again: "There is no abnormal data, are you sure it was tampered with?" "Not sure, notice I said suspected."

"Then I say there is nothing abnormal." Witchmon said unhappily.

If it were her at the beginning, she really wouldn't have the patience to argue with the other party, but after spending a few months with this partner, she has become more or less accustomed to his style of always trying to make sense of things.

It's not hard to get used to it. After all, he's just catching shadows. When he really can't catch them, he will just say:
'it is good. '

Immediately and simply withdraw the data consciousness.

The accustomed Mikomon continued with what he was doing, while Omer himself looked at the email page that had returned to his original impression, silently flipping through his memories and playing them over and over again.

He immediately raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose.

This is definitely not an illusion caused by being too tired and not adapting to multi-threading.

"My lord! My lord!"

There were also extremely urgent footsteps approaching along with the shouting, and when he turned around, he saw a woman's head flying towards him.

The head alone flew so fast that the body was still chasing behind.

However, when the head flew close and paused, and the body caught up, the head immediately put back on the collar at the neck, and performed a silky combination of skills to get down from the ground.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Your Excellency!"

"There was a small error in the system before! The technical department is investigating it! I hope it didn't cause any trouble to you!!"

Although he came here quite often and there had never been any unpleasant incidents, Omar could always see that the staff at the training ground were extremely humble and even panicked towards him.

How does Xiaomei promote itself in employee education?
"Get up. I didn't encounter any problems. But your appearance helped me."

"Eh? Me? Did I help the adults?"

"Yes, you gave me timely feedback, which saved me from unnecessary worry. Thank you."

"Uh, you're welcome... you're welcome..."

"Well, please continue with your original work. I need a quiet place for the time being."

"Okay, okay."

Some girls were flattered, holding their heads and quickly retreating, leaving with a strong and excited voice of "Great! The director thanks me!"

The smile on Omar's face gradually faded, and he looked around the spacious training ground, then looked back at the screen.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

He asked, as if he were talking to the black sheep above him.

But the black sheep was silent, for it knew that Omar was not asking it.

But when it was silent there was only the whistling of the wind on the track in the distance, and no response came to Omar's voice.

"Is this another development that you don't want me to get involved in?"

It was as if he was really talking to himself, and Black Sheep just listened and then continued:

"Are you still going to meet that Miss Commander?"

"Go, or rather, it's even more necessary to go after this."

Sighing, Omar rubbed his eyes, which always looked a little tired.

"If we don't get in touch, there's no telling what we'll receive. Maybe it's a wanted warrant."

(End of this chapter)