Chapter 123: When the Alien Briefly Shed Its Alien Form

The cultivation main map of the Boundary Gate District, from martial arts to source energy, from very simple lv1–lv80, then corresponding to the official ascenders' stages from g–a, this being complete actually shows that the Boundary Gate District is indeed one of the first-tier cities of the Holy Terra Federation.

A-rank is already capable of shaking planets; the even higher S-rank can only be said to be too far beyond ordinary people, a 'disaster' rating calculated from stellar threats upward.

For Bi Ze, that's naturally too far; he now just thinks about reaching the g-rank.

Thinking about being able to keep up with the level of ordinary horse girls, and also slightly catch up to demonized Aomo, having roughly the ability to cause a ruckus in a district, would be a great breakthrough for him.

Honest cultivation cannot be honest cultivation, after all reality is already laid out before us.

— As a transmigrator, from the moment one transmigrates over, they will be taken for scanning and testing.

That is a deep-level test that not all natives necessarily get the chance to undergo, listing values from soul to spirit to body, and even to foundation bone, aptitude, magic affinity, prosthetic rejection degree, etc.

This is the reality Bi Ze sees.

A table concerning the details of the placement, adaptation, and reemployment process for transmigrants; the Holy Terra Federation's transmigrant law, after over a hundred years of refinement, is sufficient to arrange transmigrants clearly.

The employment platform built for transmigrants, the school adaptation system established for transmigrants—whether they appreciate it or not doesn't matter; the federation merely prepared what it could prepare, so those who still choose to break the law and commit crimes can only be dealt with.

Bi Ze is not such a difficult transmigrant to serve; rather, his living needs and demands have always been quite low.

So low that shortly after arriving in this world he adapted to life here, and moreover he greatly admires life here.

Even changing from the past world, that lethargic appearance, here he appears exceptionally cheerful and talkative.

In the original world, he only acted like that when facing netizens, and his affection was only for the virtual images on screen.

Now, he is as if he has undergone a complete rebirth.

From past repression and difficulty to present ease and smoothness, the most direct problem facing him is merely his somewhat mediocre talent.

On the list of talent values for various source energy and martial arts cultivation, his values are generally similar, and he and Aomo are indeed of the same kind.

But Aomo, as a mixed-blood, at least has higher basic values than unadjusted pure humans.

And Bi Ze is that pure human.

His talent is too average to show any distinctive feature.

Not showing a distinctive feature is fine; mediocrity isn't a derogatory term, but your talent rating that shows no distinctive feature is low—then it really is derogatory.

What can be done? Just grind slowly?

— When he consulted for advice, the staff very frankly listed many examples of powerful ascenders who don't care about talent, proving that this world's possibilities are indeed ample; in the thousand-year refinement record there are indeed many inspirational strong people.

If one directly looks at the Star Alliance's records, the inspirational athletes would be even more numerous; altogether they could be called a miraculous generational ranking.

But Bi Ze also lacks that kind of tenacious perseverance.

If he truly had it, he should have achieved something in the original world.

After all, the original world, although bad, is not completely bad; those who truly have dreams and perseverance can generally get by not too badly.

But for those lacking perseverance, dreams will gradually be worn away, and the worn-away dreams will also drain the remaining perseverance; such a vicious cycle is the norm for most.

Thus Bi Ze quickly gave up.

Thinking about being an ordinary person is not bad.

This world's medical technology is also so developed; when the body starts having problems, one can consider opposing one's 'natural person complex' and undergo some prosthetic modifications.

Although adaptability may not be excellent, installing prosthetics to improve quality of life is always unproblematic.

Holding such a thought, Bi Ze could also be content with mediocrity, but in the school and class he was assigned to, he noticed a peer named Aomo Lindun.

Or rather, he sensed that peer was paying attention to him.

That is a very special peer, or rather classmate.

Among a group of East Flame people's names, he doesn't fit in.

Among a group of peers with rather unified topics, he stands at the edge.

When everyone is busy with the college entrance exam or feeling nervous or timid, he remains calm and unhurried.

Lindun this person is inherently quite special.

Even more than Bi Ze, he resembles a transmigrator.

When Bi Ze had already tried to unify topics with classmates, build rapport, get close, and within less than a month already had some results—Lindun, the person who couldn't blend into the circle, appeared even more special.

Does this world also have social anxiety? He isn't socially anxious when responding to others' conversation attempts—does that mean he deliberately enjoys solitude?

Not really; he fundamentally doesn't reject others seeking him for conversation.

Thus, to Bi Ze, Aomo this person increasingly seems like a hidden character figure…

Such a figure, in the novels he has read, is either a protagonist or a strong supporting character; no matter what, it's unsuitable for someone like him who wants to lie flat and slack off to come into contact with—

— When he thought that, he had already gone up to speak.

The idea of being content with mediocrity is also destined to shatter completely at the moment of striking up conversation.

It's not that the slight resentment deep down finally got a chance to be released; in fact, he doesn't admit that the event he secretly anticipated has also never come.

But not many days later, Bi Ze noticed.

This person Aomo Lindun is a male mom—oh no, he's a catfish!

The catfish of the catfish effect.

At first glance he seems completely like a loafing weirdo, but in action his drive and execution are outrageously strong.

He can very obviously provoke others' competitive spirit, making you unconsciously become the sole loafer.

But eventually you'll also feel embarrassed to join in, thinking about whether there's any way for you to catch up to them.

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And at this time, he even organized a round of paths for you.

From this detailed chart he holds in hand, it's clear Aomo has studied source energy cultivation; he probably seriously planned his future upgrade route, but now, even if these routes aren't completely abandoned, the focus has already shifted—toward monsters.

Monster cards, that is the upgrade route concerning the extension of monster power.

Even if Aomo doesn't mean to boast, Bi Ze can still hear from his description some sense of 'natural affinity'.

The power that can cause other contaminators to lose themselves, even to be completely immersed in darkness, is stable in his hands.

Although Bi Ze had early on seen that Aomo was full of personality, he never imagined his spirit would be so exaggerated; yet precisely because their compatibility was so high, Bi Ze, who also lacked sufficient knowledge of monsters, really couldn't dissuade him by saying, "Just thinking about this path is dangerous."

It's not bad to regard it as an adventure; he still thought to himself that he hadn't misjudged people—Aomo really does have protagonist potential.

Although the monster path's card sources are somewhat restricted by people, Aomo is also clearly investigating the follow-up; if the source problem could be solved, this path would be far superior to ordinary cultivation roads.

While it offers quick success, the power range is enormous—even Bi Ze, thinking about it, feels an itch; but the moment he considers the threshold—his lack of understanding of monsters, let alone being able to stay clear-headed under monster power—he hesitates.

So he gave up again.

If one were to quantify his mindset, its curve would roughly be a rising-and-falling wave—sometimes he strives forward, sometimes he wants to give up; that's why Aomo mentioned to the Teaching Director his three-minute enthusiasm.

Bi Ze indeed has that three-minute enthusiasm; for someone whose worldview is already set, the threshold for psychological change is high—either it takes a shock no less than the Heavenly Gate Riot to sway him, or one must gradually pave the way and guide him.

Aomo's released materials were therefore aimed at guiding the latter.

Given his years of planning for future cultivation, making temporary arrangements for the cultivation field correspondence is not difficult.

However, the scope of his involvement would create gaps in the data; but for Bi Ze, who hardly studies monsters anyway, he wouldn't notice such flaws.

He would only feel overwhelmed—after all, he never paid attention in class, and Aomo's statistical categorization even includes things never covered in lectures.

Either it's a discarded but still worthwhile school, or it's a school that high schoolers don't yet need to encounter.

Such a thing, in a sense, actually fits Bi Ze's definition of a 'protagonist-style adventure' better.

But he seems not to be the protagonist of that kind of material.

So at four o'clock that afternoon, in the waiting room of the police station in the West Jiemen District, Bi Ze heard the heavenly sound from the police lady's mouth:

"Come out, your friend has come to pick you up."