Chapter 70 What kind of bicycle do you want when you first wake up (there are two easter egg chapters)

a few minutes ago.

The card box had long stopped vibrating, and Omo's eyes fell on the moment when the fragments flew together with the broken rocks and remained pitch black.

That premonition was already clear.

Narita Shiruhito's explosive skill [Shadow Break] can accelerate and even explode with monster-like power when overtaking at the final corner. At the same time, the darkness that blooms for a moment will be broken by her footsteps——

——This is common sense to Omo, who knows most of the written information about horse racing girls.

In particular, the era when Narita Shiruhito was active in the racing arena was when he first started thinking about betting on horse racing.

Of course, at that time, Omo's horse betting success rate was still very worrying, and predictions based on insufficient basic information were destined to be unreliable.

Although Omer did not want to make a judgment so quickly, the schedule did not slow down at the speed of his data investigation.

When you need to make a judgment, you must make a judgment, even if you are not sure enough.

So I sent more.

Betting on Shiraki Narita was the main source of winning percentage at that time.

Unfortunately, this is not something to be proud of.

Because it is a public fact that Narita Shiruhito's performance is excellent, the odds can only be described as tragic - you can only earn some pocket money by betting on her to win, but many people are looking forward to her losing.

Omer did not join such a group. After all, he had just started to bet on horse racing at that time, and he still had enough respect for the players because he had longed for the appearance of a horse racing girl.

Coupled with his usual cautiousness and relative conservatism, he felt that earning some pocket money bit by bit was more stable than the surprise of suddenly winning the jackpot.

The steps should be taken step by step. Those days in Tianmen City were the first big strides he had made in his life.

Although the trousers were untied, which made it inconvenient to see people for the time being, fortunately, I didn't pull any strings.

But then again, even though Narita Shirahito showed a stable strength, Omo still collected a lot of information about Narita Shirahito in order to strengthen his confidence.

Not even letting go of some short-lived gossip.

It is difficult to tell whether those things are true or false. Even now, not much can be proven from various information over the past few years.

But only about the 'shadow', Omo can tentatively conclude what can be called a certain knowledge.

[A collection of energy constructed from negative emotions, which does not possess intelligence, but has an instinct-like stress response due to its components]

After all, it is composed of emotions, and will naturally act in accordance with those emotions themselves. The reason why they initially entangled Narita Shirahito is unknown, but Narita Shirahito's own emotions and the emotions of others who came into contact with her undoubtedly contributed to its existence.

, the emotional components it encompasses have been unclear.

Very familiar, Omer was very familiar with it, as if he was back in the examination room again.

It feels so familiar that it feels like it belongs in the body of that giant beast.

Complex, diverse, intertwined black emotions, a collection of black emotions suppressed by will.

Narita Shiruhito may have the same potential to control the power of monsters as him, but of course, the premise is that she can be recognized by the Beta system.

Otherwise, I would have to settle for second best and maybe have the potential to be a venom owner (cross out).

As for why the moment of the explosion can cause heart palpitations for a moment and even the trembling of the card box.

Omo's fingers in his trouser pocket rubbed the card box, as if feeling the cold metal texture, and seeming to soothe the silent cards.

Is that so?

He asked in his heart.

A king of water, an Ultraman killer, how fierce is your darkness and madness, why should you care about the roar of that little beast?

There is no will but only instinct, which is the trouble. It is as inflexible as the ancient machines.

Fortunately, it was only for a moment. I have to pay extra attention to this kind of negative energy product, Omo thought to himself, and what he saw was the conversation between the two horse racing girls in the distance.

Seeing that Shirita Narita turned his head to this side as if he was a little uneasy, Omo greeted Bize and David who were standing aside.

"Don't look, it's over there, let's go to the other side."

In order to avoid being suspicious in person, he even specifically said that he would wait until Narita Shiruhito turned around before pulling up the brim of his hat and taking a step forward.

Bize was still where he was and said angrily:

"how do you know!"

"I think they can fight, but the physical strength of the horse racing girl is not that bad!"

Many passers-by also immediately cast their approval glances, but their approval was meaningless. When Pipa Chenguang stepped forward, everyone could tell that the duel was over.

The reporters in the crowd were already gearing up, ready to be the first to seize the opportunity.

Bize was walking on the road without paying attention and wanted to look back. When he turned around, he saw that David and Omer had already walked a long way, and he had to quickly follow them.

After following him, he started trying to persuade him to turn back:

"I said David would just follow you and just go away. Don't you want to seize the opportunity to strike up a conversation? Didn't you receive an invitation from Teresin? I heard that Shirita Narita doesn't have many people at Teresin College.

See, he’s been here and there all day long.”

"Is this necessary? Especially in such a bad environment."

Omer's eyes were full of surprise and pity: "If you want to be in the gossip newspaper, I can cheer you up and help you."

"Then forget it," Bize shrank his head, "But what do you want us to see?"

"look at this."

Omo said, and a menu popped up when he swiped his finger in the air. Then he connected his fingers, and a flying knife with light flow appeared in the air. He held it in his hand, rotated smoothly, and swung it in his hand.

Turned into a silver light.

Straight into the center of the target fifteen meters away.

"..."x2.

This move directly silenced Bize and David.

But the latter exclaimed in less than three seconds: "Awesome! Do you still have this skill?!"

As he spoke, the distant target had already slid closer to the three of them along the track on the ground, almost in an instant.

The mature target will come by itself after the user projects it, allowing the user to observe the results.

The distance at this moment was enough for the three of them to observe clearly, seeing that the blade of the flying knife was completely submerged in the sisal target.

"This power." David raised his hand and pulled out the flying knife, observing the three-inch smooth blade surface, and found that the flying knife was collapsing and dissipating, and a 'no authority' warning screen appeared in front of him.

This was a bit embarrassing, but when he looked at Omer with a normal expression, David patted his back cheerfully, "No wonder you said you came to be a mercenary, you are so strong?"

"Recent things."

Omo smiled and had to admit that although this kind of dragging his brothers over to show off was cliché, it did provide quite a sense of satisfaction. However, he had no intention of continuing. He just looked at the crowd in the distance and continued to step forward and pull him further.

long distance.

There are still a handful of dedicated trainers in this training ground divided into several types of terrain, and Omo is also moving closer to them.

By the way, he glanced at Bize, who was still hesitant to speak: "You can ask them one by one."

"What was the first move?" Bize seemed to be waiting for his words and spoke quickly.

"The gestures set in advance are just like the graphic unlock on the mobile phone. Here is the activation menu." Omo replied.

"What about weighing flying knives just now?" "Weighing flying knives is okay, I almost didn't understand."

Thanks to the power of 'non-existent memory', Omo was able to understand the other party's unique nouns belonging to a certain game. Bize himself also realized it later and more clearly understood what Omo had said in the chat software.

The gift of being 'travelled' mentioned was indeed delivered.

"I had this accuracy before, but I could only hit within eight meters accurately, and now you see it?"

"Isn't this too much of an improvement?" Bize stared at Omo with the eyes of alien creatures, which usually appeared in scenes where Omo stared at Bize in the past.

"That's why." At this point, Omo's voice had a dull, reverb-like malfunction quality.

Bize subconsciously took two steps back, and David was about to activate the lumbar neuralgia-like chip acceleration effect the moment he stopped. He stared at the tall figure surrounded by the magic light spots that had not been completely scattered, and heard that

The second half of the sentence was gradually lengthened by his perception:

"——I need to let you see it."

"..."

It doesn’t seem like I’m out of control. Is it because I’m overreacting?

David quickly stopped the chip that accelerated neurotransmission and slowed down time in disguise. Looking at the tall and ferocious figure intertwined with silver and black, he tried to ask, "Omer?"

It was a tall demon that seemed to be over 2.5 meters tall even without the horns and tail.

It has quite metallic luster, silver cuticle scales all over the upper body, and even naturally folded and hanging wings, the whole body is gathered around the body like the hem of a silver windbreaker.

But the lower body seemed to be soaked in ink, from the waist down to the heels, it was occupied by pitch black.

Only the back side of the gap in the calf, which is like a bone spur, shines with six symmetrical silver lights like breathing, just like the ferocious black crescent-like irregular crack in the chest. The white flowers condense and accumulate in the same rhythm.

echo each other.
To be continued...