As a rational person accustomed to making plans, Ormer does not believe in true coincidences and accidents.

He firmly believes that all events follow a certain logic, and people who encounter accidents usually fail to figure out that logic.

The so-called coincidences and accidents are the result of man's failure to grasp all the variables, which is the realm of "omniscience", and it is indeed not something that human beings can easily touch.

There is a common sense in religion that "omniscience" usually means "omnipotent."

In this information age, where the importance of "information" is far more intuitive and profound than in other eras, this has almost become universal common sense, and it is one of the common knowledge that preschool schools will teach.

Of course, leaving aside the paradox of defining "omnipotence" such as 'can the all-powerful lift himself', just to cite an intuitive example, the scope of activities is usually limited to the three AI goddesses of Central Treson Academy, and they are indeed the omniscient and omnipotent gods of Central Treson.

The ability to fully control information + years of contacts + the many permissions that she is given as an AI goddess......

With the scope of 'ability' alone, their performance in this realm can even far exceed their respective ontologies, and they can even 'predict' his actions from those flat and fake films before the characters typed out by Asakura Lu are sent.

But that doesn't mean they're going to do something.

God loves to watch plays.

The same goes for AI-simulated gods.

So when Ormo remembered that he still had room to ask for help from the three AI goddesses, one of the latter was one of the most responsive AI Gauphin Arabia to Omer, and replied.

A reply was made to remind Omer that Rudolph symbolized and adorned Orihime on the way.

Belch......

Now, even that leeway is completely gone.

Or......

Or run away, right?

Little Omer came to the conclusion of 'slipping away' almost instantaneously in his mind, but there was another voice in his heart reminding him that if he slipped here, he would probably go even worse in the future.

Will escaping the two people who are the most reliable in the first place cause them to turn to others for help, or even spread the word?

Not to mention anything else, Xiao Lu couldn't believe it anymore, and he was caught by others and asked when he turned around...... emmm, Omer felt like he had to keep this guy in sight.

He did not doubt the position of the Son of Beria, only that his brain was smooth enough.

So, can you run or not?

It's a bit of a gamble not to run, and it's even more a gamble to run.

At this point, he couldn't care about looking at Xiao Lu with that sad and pitiful gaze, and lowered his head and put his little hand in his pocket, groping for a card box that usually doesn't need to be touched to call the card.

Then he took out the monster card that made Xiao Lu's eyes tighten.

- Galatron MKII

The human brain has limits, and Omer, who usually makes mistakes in reasoning, knows this very well.

But the limit of the electronic brain is determined by the quality of the hardware!

It is true that the brains of cultivated Source Energy Sublimators also apply this rule, but the mechatronic brain is the card that is currently in hand.

Galatron, Gilballis's next seat machine.

Although the overall performance is not as good as that of the host with a full barrel, and even the computing power is far inferior to the "artificial mind" of the host, it is definitely far superior to ordinary humans.

Even the Majin's brain can't get it to exert its full strength, and every time it smokes, it can only say sorry, and it can't make you enjoy (cross out) - but that doesn't stop Omer from connecting it every time he lacks computing power.

Although it is not an external brain, at least it is a card-based plug-in that can greatly optimize the algorithm.

So——!

The human brain that has reached the limit can only give the option of 'waiting for death on the spot', what kind of option will the huge computing power of the civilized adjudicator give!

With such anticipation, little Omer, whose brain was foggy again, activated the card with a desperate momentum.

When the phantom of the dragon's horn flashed overhead, the entire world turned into a complex and unfamiliar stream of data in an instant.

It was as if out of thin air that he was connected to the perspective of a god, and he was able to overlook the changes in the entire campus.

Yes, variation.

Every moment, every moment, and even every frame, the actions of living creatures, the feedback of dead things affected by the intervention of living creatures - those hundreds of millions of variables are emerging in his mind, arranged, and embedded in his own logical chain of thinking.

Countless possibilities leading to different futures are listed and ruled out one by one, and finally point to a single powerful judgment.

[Waiting to die on the spot]

“？”

？

？？？

？？？？？？

The white fog rises in the brain, as if staying up all night to see a ray of dawn, the brain is both confused and sober at the moment.

The boy fell into self-doubt, confusion about the universe, and distrust of the world.

Then, in the background occupied too high, finally remembered to interrupt the task, the whole person was about to fall before hearing the familiar exclamation.

"Ormer Trainer!?"

Yes... I sent ......

The retina that was blurred by the oppression of the program reflected a lot of stunned head-twisting outlines.

The moment the eyelids, which were already too heavy to hold up, finally closed, the boy's heart was only coiled with pessimism.

——

Seriously... Don't want to move......

When little Omer awoke from his pent-up, desperate yet vivid dream, his eyes were tired and lifeless.

What kind of inferior and strange document content is that......

When colleagues and students from all over the school knew that he had become a child, the child's appearance never changed back, and then the whole campus became unfamiliar.

First he was interviewed by Miss Sunkawa, and his words seemed to imply something, and then he was approached by Miss Rudolph, and Sirius looked at him with a strange gaze from Sister Maruzen and Hakuhito.

Nothing happened, of course, at least for an unknown amount of time, nothing happened, except for the few girls under him, Speedo and Miss Orihime often contradicted themselves, and the former often used the brute force of the high school horse girl to try to bring himself to his knees, so that he had to use the monster card to suppress it, everything was normal.

Even the work on the Penguin Logistics side is going on as usual.

It's just that the working memory is mottled and blurry, making it difficult to figure out the passage of time.

I don't know how many races I've run, and I don't know how long I've been a temporary worker, but I just think that a few years have passed, after all, even the speedy Bourbon Café is about to retire, and one by one even looks like an adult woman, only he is still the short child.

He was confessed by Bourbon.

Yes?

Omer, who had never thought about who he would spend his life with, subconsciously rejected the other party's confession, and simply made him feel sorry for Bourbon when he looked back, and Bourbon disappeared after that and did not appear again.

It didn't seem to be long before I received an anonymous message that someone around me was trying to harm me, and on the same night when I was confused, suspicious but didn't believe it, I realized that the ingredients I handled were different.

This is the field of derivation that he is best at, but before he could investigate, he was dragged out by Akane, who rarely appeared in his memory, and was surrounded by a group of underworld replicant-like guys before he could run far.

When she was about to inform Akane of the hastily conceived breakout plan, she was dizzy by the sneak attack of the injection on the back of her neck, and she woke up to see... I saw Suko and Akane standing together, looking down on him in the restraint chair with a rather dangerous smile.

Saying what is his fault, can't wait or something like that, he entered a vague memory of a lack of rendering materials, and then a café in a black trench coat and... On Sunday, Serenity's soul weapons slashed into the dark chamber together, and the outside responded to the Strike Freedom Gundam piloted by Bourbon, and then collided with Rudolph, Sirius, Hakuhito, and others who seemed to have come to meet Speedo and Akane.

In the intermittent battle, it seems that there is also the addition of Celenina and others, and even the influx of chaotic monsters and cosmic people, and finally ......

What is the end? He can't remember anymore...... It also can't raise the motivation of the dispatching chip to check.

I only remember the inexplicable depression, a lingering sense of sadness and numbness, and even made him subconsciously rise to the opposite sex resistance of 'women are terrible'.

The subconscious recollection is full of various OOC developments, making him subconsciously describe it as an inferior strange document, thinking that only an inferior strange document will be filled with the creator's distorted psychological venting, and will base morbid, bloody, sexual abuse and other elements as one.

But to be honest, it doesn't feel real.

After all, it's a dream that lacks key rendering materials, and although there is a very immersive feeling in the dream, he wakes up nervous about whether he has lost a dream, but in retrospect, there is really nothing.

It's like being turned on in juvenile mode.,It's like a forbidden depiction from the neck down.。

It also made him reflect on whether he had been depressed and a little psychopathic recently.

It is said that dreams are a reflection of the subconscious, and he doesn't want to admit that he is the one who will secretly rub and imagine such a broken story in his heart.

As soon as he really wrote strange books, several of them were widely praised in the circle, how could he admit that there was such an OOC and such a garbage article in his book!

And there are so many characters who appear are acquaintances!

How did I not know that I had such thoughts about them?!

Although young people often can't tell the boundaries of what they like, and they often don't know what they like about others, Omer doesn't think of himself as such a person.

This kind of top-notch wooden character who doesn't even know his feelings is either an immortal who has a long lifespan and lacks human taste, and his cognition of emotions has long been inhuman, or he is born with some kind of psychological defect, even if he has doubts to cross-reference, he can't correctly recognize himself.

Omer admits that he is indeed a bit sick psychologically, and has never considered a single lifestyle, but he is not so bad that he can't see himself clearly.

I just can't see others clearly.

…… Well, probably more than a little.

When I think of the people in my dreams, I experienced a lot of 'unexpectedness' in reality.

Omer has to admit that there is still a big gap in his understanding of the human heart.

So don't talk about good feelings and love...... That's pure desire.

Yes...... There seems to be nothing to argue with this.

The boy who raised his head raised his little hand, and habitually twisted the bridge of his nose in a sore body and a drowsy head.

It is normal for young men with strong blood and blood to have some hearts for women with outstanding looks and good curves, and it is true that horses can beat the heart ape but can't control the subconscious.

What should we be thankful for at such times?

Glad that at least Miss Ling didn't appear in the dream.

“…… Awake? Do you want to drink water? President, give me a glass of water. ”

'Have you recovered?' It's really a ridiculous and dark stage. ’

“……”

The silent little boy drooped his hand that obstructed his vision and twisted the bridge of his nose, allowing the concerned brown-haired horse lady to appear in his field of vision, and the blue-haired dragon girl who had just put down the gourd and poked her head over as if she was smiling.

Both of them are looking down, one on the left and the other on the right.

Their hair hung down naturally, and the brown and blue ends hung almost to the tip of his nose.

The face that had been mottled in the dream, and the face that he least wanted to see appeared at the same time, and the moment of sudden starvation made him shut down for the second time.

He didn't scream, but he did panic.

There are usually three types of panic responses, one is cathartic yelling, one is the desire to attack that triggers the stress response, and the last is the stiffness of the feedback function is stopped.

He is the third type, and he has been consciously trained, and can remain silent when he is too panicked to move, as if he is not frightened.

This is an important passive skill in society, and it works wonders in the face of bosses who try to default on wages.

And at this time, a certain president who was in the late stage of the dream came close with a water glass:

"Is the Omer trainer awake? The water is coming......"

"Don't come here."

“？”

Good suspense was almost turned into a pine gang by a dream (x)

(End of chapter)