When he stepped into this huge dimensional exhibition that could not be seen beyond the horizon, Omo had noticed the strange movement in the card box.
Not the movement of one card, but the movement of all cards.
But this is not surprising, after all, this is a monster exhibition.
There are many powerful people among the stall owners and tourists, and there are also some who carry monster-related products.
In a place like this, it's not surprising that the cards in his card box are bouncing around.
It could be mistaken for provocation, resonance with similar energy, or even being too close to other monster cards unintentionally. At first, Omer was thinking about those possibilities and put his hand on the card box. .
His face does not change color.
The silent darkness spreads, carrying a few fragments of data flow, swallowing up all the card movements.
Only a certain witch who shared the same screen with the electronic vampire could notice that the badge she stuffed under her glove shone with a strange dark purple glow for a brief moment.
The dark emblem extracted by Aiba Takumi through a special device is itself just an empty mold that has no actual connection to the ancient emblem data in the digital world.
It is only used to reflect the corresponding mental attributes of the tester.
But it also has a certain connection with the tester's data.
Just like this moment of reflection, Witchmon showed the other party's power of will.
Although he only came into contact with the operation of digital codes in the past few days, he has become so familiar with it that he even uses digital codes as a tool and uses the power of the Galatron card to make it manifest in reality——
——To pry out the darkness that he has been suppressing in his heart but doesn't know how to actively use it.
Witchmon could see the principle of his operation at a glance, but after seeing it, his eyes widened in shock.
She has never seen the other party practice, let alone been consulted by the other party.
No...wait, I seem to have asked...
She remembered that the guy had asked her a few common sense questions several times in the past few days that seemed meaningless to her at the time, such as the composition of the Digicore, the connection between the Digital Code and the Digital Spirit, and whether the amount of information in the giant machine could be manipulated by the Ultimate Body. Digital passwords, advanced codes that are most likely to work on the digital spirit...
Now that I think about it, those scattered questions are exactly the theories that can support his current operation.
With this hand, if this man really holds any badge condensed with the ancient digital spirit, he can use it at any time without shouting or incantation.
The process of communication and release that should be communicated through some intense emotions will be pried open by him in the most brutal way with the most delicate tools.
That tool is a plan that uses extreme computing power and huge data to leverage digital codes. The goal of that plan is to carve out a hole that can temporarily release your heart without taking off your guard.
So at that moment, a secret and huge amount of darkness surged, suppressing the restlessness of all monster cards.
A certain wanderer in the same dimension looked back alertly, because of the warning ring in his arms, and he reacted violently as if he had encountered a dark ring.
Witchmon naturally didn't know this. She just saw that Omer could use this hand to suppress monster cards, and she could also imagine that he could use this hand to convey the digital spirit to any Digimon.
This is in sharp contrast to the symbol of Yuechi who just kept the digital spirit of the armored body motionless.
Is your vision that bad? Baalmon x.
Regardless of whether Baalmon's vision was good or not, she had to be on guard against that guy appearing again, so she was forced to use Ormo's terminal screen as a medium to watch the monster exhibition together.
But there is also a talkative electronic vampire on the other side. Morrison, who has recently been taking classes at a cyberhacker, can actually chat with Witchmon about information and data utilization, which is far from boring.
And Omo, who thought he was very hidden and no one seemed to notice his little movements, after successfully suppressing it, he communicated with his companions and paid attention to his surroundings.
He has already seen several monster girls who are not necessarily full cosplayers, and he has also seen many strangely dressed people who look like villains. These existences may be the reason for the abnormal movement of the monster cards, and they may even be aware of the little trick he just did.
If riots begin in subsequent exhibitions, these existences will be destabilizing factors of course.
Maybe we should talk to Miss Shi Huaiya and ask her to give some of the communication personnel who are also waiting for instructions from here a psychological inoculation or something...
Omer, who was leading her towards Area B of the exhibition where Shinjou was, was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of a girl in a familiar outfit walking diagonally in front of him.
What kind of sense of déjà vu is that?
The tight-fitting red gelatin undershirt and the brass-colored metal armor with nut-like protrusions arranged vertically, especially the spikes on the armor near the shoulders, and the slender extension on the left claw.
It looked familiar... it was so familiar that he almost suddenly raised his hand into his pocket and pressed down on the card box to have the real feeling that Ace Killer's card was still there.
And...that gaze is obviously staring at me, right?
There was a completely locked sense of oppression, and the overflowing momentum even Miss Shi Huaiya noticed. She looked at the other party and then back at herself with a rather surprised expression.
But please don't turn it into contempt. Really, I don't know that lady.
Homais never thought that the eyes he tried to avoid in the office would first appear here.
It is true that misunderstandings are always easy to breed among strangers, and although Miss Shihuaiya's previous behavior showed a kind of stability, in Omer's subtle memory, she does have a lively and adventurous side, and it is inevitable that her thoughts will also be different. The same energy.
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But such misunderstandings involving public opinion are always undeserved. The only thing Omer can accept is that he becomes more and more like a villain.
This is the result of gradual compromise over time.
so……
"Please allow me to say something, Miss Shihuaiya, I have never met this um... Miss Ace Killer."
"Please don't let your gaze become crueler. Although it's a little suspicious that I can name the other person before she introduces herself, but here, there are only a few people who don't recognize her."
——
"So she wants to chat more with you during the break, so you are currently acting together, and when facing the crowd-"
"Although I am an employee of the organizer, the problem of being too rude to tourists is still quite big, so I still put some effort into it."
"This Miss Ace Killer may have some similarities with Bourbon in terms of attributes."
Ace Killer: "?"
The girl in rather dangerous attire tilted her head slightly, her emerald green eyes filled with doubts, but the human and the horse girl sitting aside were stunned.
"I see, let her follow you first. She just wants to confirm the Ace Killer card anyway~"
Tachyon's words hit the nail on the head, but Akane Shinjo's eyes kept wandering over the girl's figure, which made Omo frown slightly when he saw it.
"Stop your bold ideas."
"I haven't said anything yet!" Akane Shinjo felt that she had been maliciously speculated.
You little snake, you could easily misunderstand others even though you were almost misunderstood! ?
"Want to draw a card on Monster Girl?"
"Well……"
The girl in the mirror image of Optimus Prime let out an unwilling whimper and received Tachyon's surprised gaze.
"Yeah, it's not that cruel... Taiko-chan, don't think so--" "It's amazing, Shinjo-kun! I never dared to extract factors from my classmates in the academy."
"Eh?"
Akane Shinjo was stunned when she heard this, and the next second she saw a hand covering the brown-haired horse girl's head, slapping her head hard: "Watch your words, Miss Arisuko!"
There was even a little bit of grit in the sound.
"Also pay attention to your reputation. Twelve minutes ago, your trainer was concerned about the recent status of your reputation by the chairman's secretary."
"Isn't this very pleasing to Ms. Junchuan! Guinea Pig-kun!"
The horse girl who was holding the hand raised with both hands was trying hard to show off the arm strength of the horse girl.
The arm strength of a cricket in the human form of a devil is trying to defeat me!
Ma Niang's palms covered the arm, and just as her head escaped from the clutches——
——But the claws really turned into claws!
The slender and ferocious claws even have sharp bony protrusions on the back of the hand, which can overwhelm the strength of the adolescent horse girl's palms!
He was about to press the Nine-Yin White Bone Claw on his head with a move that would hurt the heavenly spirit, but when he was about to touch it, it turned into a kind human hand again.
Showing precise control of timing and power.
Then he continued to rub Ai Li Suzi's head hard, especially the stupid hair in the middle: "Get the key point for me! Ai! Li! Su! Zi! Little! Sister!"
Blood pressure can also be seen in the word-for-word address.
"Mastagram's reputation has almost hit rock bottom, don't let me see you continuing to fan the flames in the comments! Otherwise..."
"otherwise?"
Tachyon tried to escape from the clutches again and looked up at him.
And he was not persistent. He withdrew his hand as soon as he could, and then said indifferently: "Otherwise, next time I see you wearing a white coat with long sleeves, I will tie your sleeves tightly."
"...Isn't it a little too much?"
"Why don't you reflect on yourself?"
Omer asked with a smile, his attitude suddenly softened, but this gentleness was indeed a sign that Tachyon needed to be gentle.
"That's wrong, that's wrong, the point is wrong, Shinjo-kun is the protagonist this time!" She simply shouted and changed the subject.
Shinjo Akane, who was still whispering to Shihuaiya, "Those two are like this on weekdays," froze up, and looked back with a look full of "You [expletive] plotted against me!" '.
Omo also turned around as he was told, and the moment his eyes met, Shinjo shrank back: "Ahem, Ms. Ace Killer wants to feel Ace Killer's monster card, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard two dull sounds. That was Omer tapping his knuckles on the table: "Don't change the subject. I plan to show Ace Killer's monster card to her later when I have free time. And you, are you?" Time to reveal the so-called surprise?”
"Eh? This is far from the atmosphere I expected."
"Whose fault do you think this is?"
"I think I'm not wrong!"
