Chapter 1465: with translation of chapter title

NO. 80: Two fragile people

The deafening roar of massive matter being torn apart could not shake the consciousness bound by armor.

No matter how the violent flame surged, how it raged tens of thousands of feet to obliterate the starry void, it could not convey that heat flow to the interior at all.

This is the gap between universes.

It is filled with the radiance brought by cosmic destruction, and also filled with countless dreamlike halos of cosmic bubbles.

They possess a cohesion far tighter than they appear, easily withstanding the impacts of cosmic destruction, layer by layer weakening it until it becomes faint grit that some cosmic bubbles can absorb.

Such a scene occurs constantly, bringing the so-called crossing phenomenon to countless universes, and granting controllable benefits to highly developed civilizations within some universes.

Overall, it is like a whale fall; newborn universes, as well as the strengthening of some universes, benefit from the remnants of cosmic destruction, and the essence of that strengthening lies in the conscious maintenance of the world by the inhabitants within the universe.

Or it could be destruction.

There will always be some universes that perish, and there will always be civilizations and entities striving to destroy universes.

This does not include the black-armored existence; although some may imagine it as such, on the contrary, it does not take pleasure in witnessing destruction.

The reason it appears here is simply because, in its calculation, it will soon naturally be engulfed by a distant cosmic bubble.

By arriving in this way, it can maximize the reduction of rejection by foreign universes toward beings like itself, while also inversely reducing its impact on the universe, achieving the goal of being as low-key as possible.

Yet it never imagined that doing so would entangle it with so‑called followers it had never properly seen, forcing it to abruptly draw its sword to deal with some senseless fervor.

What a disaster…… it thought as it was swallowed into the chaotic dimensional wall by the cosmic bubble.

It had agreed with those fellows to return soon, yet it fell into the cosmic bubble without an anchor.

It was just like plunging into the ocean without a compass.

Worse still, to the inhabitants around the ocean, you appear like a ghost, even a phenomenon.

Abrupt appearance, abrupt disappearance, hard to interact with, hard to communicate with; having a tangible form depends on favorable timing, location, and people, because the cosmic bubble does not normally accept you, so you cannot stabilize the dimension you inhabit, and an unstable dimensional baseline naturally hinders those dimensional inhabitants' perception of you.

Just like the Abo people who constantly dwell in other dimensions, they often appear to earthlings as a distorted, bizarre image of negative film plus a purple filter, while their actual form is not the widely known crimson durian head but a blue pointed head.

This is the inherent distortion filter of interdimensional observation.

Distortion filter + cosmic bubble not accepting = an exceptionally strange cognitive filter.

This is obviously a far more extreme situation than when Aomo was targeted by Black Sai in the Gullete universe and rejected by the cosmos, but fortunately, it is the Beast King.

This is furthermore the extreme edge of the newly incorporated Gullete universe— the Holy Terra Federation universe.

Here there is no clearly hostile enemy like Black Sai; instead there is the Star Alliance, whose technology is so advanced it can detect conditions outside the cosmic bubble.

Even their research into interdimensional phenomena has yielded considerable results, allowing the upper echelons to easily pinpoint the true nature of the extreme danger that has driven many Observation Bureau workers mad.

Using instruments developed on the absolute basis of 'position' theory, one can easily lock onto the most unique essence of every existence in the entire universe——

——it locked onto Aomo Lindun.

【?】

By this point, even information powerhouses like the Heart of Terra would indicate with this result that the mind has vanished without a trace.

On the contrary, the lower-level reaction is extremely swift; the moment the result appears, it immediately slaps a full set of offender measures onto Aomo Lindun.

Then, under an even faster verification speed, it lifted the aforementioned measures and passed the question mark to the person concerned.

——yet it gave no further notice.

The truth circulates among the top echelons, together with the name Aomo Lindun heard by only a few beings, while the lower‑rank civilian police have no right to obtain this information.

They can only regenerate a question mark when local residents report an incident.

Unable to comprehend descriptions such as 'there is a monster', 'especially many eyes', 'no, especially many teeth!', 'not at all! especially many claws and tails!', 'no, no, it has everything! My daughter was frightened straight into a faint!', 'looks like a person', 'seen near the coast', 'spotted on the commercial street', and other chaotic accounts, at this moment the public security organs on Earth are showing multiple districts' chaotic reports in an extremely short time.

These reports are scattered across many areas, with no discernible pattern in their locations, and their content is utterly bizarre—under normal circumstances they could absolutely not be linked together.

Only upper beings capable of reasoning from effect to cause, seeking cause from effect, could possibly integrate these seemingly especially disorderly reports into a whole.

But this is merely possible, because the vast majority of people do not have the authority to mobilize the entire Terra Federation case database.

And would those who possess this authority rush to find the extreme danger that caused a dimensional shock and fell into this universe?

They would, but that does not mean they would rush to make contact and handle it.

The reason is simple.

An existence not accepted by the cosmic bubble also finds it difficult to interfere with the entire cosmic bubble.

Even if it had once been an extreme danger, landing on someone else's turf and still not being accepted reduces its threat by several folds.

And now, the black‑armored existence whose threat has been reduced by several folds finally, after 74 attempts, got the dimensional‑cosmic alignment right once, appearing in a city's harbor district in a form that any ordinary person can correctly recognize.

However, the form that ordinary people can correctly recognize is precisely his black armor, eyes flashing with blood‑light, a grim and killing appearance.

Its efforts succeeded in sending it to the police station.

Of course, this is also the result of its intention; otherwise the officers would find it hard to force it into the interrogation room, but unfortunately it overestimated the quality of that civilization's local police station.

Whether it is the officers' work attitude or the authority of the highest‑ranking person at the station, the being speaking with it ends up in a cycle of asking, not believing, then becoming impatient, asking again, and still not understanding.

For every second of stable state, this is hard‑won, and the Beast King, whose countdown to return to chaotic dimensional territory is ticking down minute by minute, undoubtedly finds it as bad as being in jail, even though it hasn't been imprisoned yet.

And it was just when it was about to resort to force to make these people pay attention that it finally saw a somewhat familiar face.

"You say you are Aomo Lindun?"

A blonde woman pushed the door open and sat opposite him, glancing at the untouched pork chop rice before him.

Bixiketuxe·Shihuaiya, considerably younger than her impression, still had the same build; her especially recognizable double ears and tiger tail made it impossible for him to mistake her.

However, the Shihuaiya he knew was just as unfriendly as the woman before him; back then they had hardly any interaction, and even on the battlefield of the great swarm disaster they merely exchanged a brief glance as they passed.

"... I never said that; I said…… Aomo Lindun is a name I lost long ago…… and… I hope you…… brought this Aomo Lindun here……"

"You think that guy is easy to find? Don't pretend!" the woman crossed her arms, "Saying this while I'm in this jurisdiction— isn't it just aimed at me? You're a transmigrator, aren't you? No ID, yet you used his name to lure me over— are you again playing that so‑called Arknights?"

"?"

The Beast King fell silent for a moment.

"……You… and him, Aomo Lindun…… are you close?"

As expected, it's a waste of time. Hey, you keep interrogating him; I still have other work to do—let me know when you have results.

Yes! Juanzhang!

……Juanzhang? You became Juanzhang…… What… what Juanzhang? Is it because of Aomo Lindun?

You really act like that's the case.

The woman who had stood up and already taken a few steps turned to look at him, spat out these words angrily, then waved her hand at the few people beside her.

I leave it to you.

……Wait, call… call……

What do you want to call? Call someone? Bicui Kesi, who had stopped in his tracks again, turned his head to look at this outfit that was especially intimidating, but speaking was as difficult as a communication disorder, his voice even more hoarse, "You could also have someone you know lead you out, at least to prove your identity—tell me, who do you know?"

Or just honestly admit you're a transmigrator—you don't know anyone here at all.

……I… I know……

A bunch of names instantly came to mind, but he couldn't imagine what they'd look like here; finally, after staying silent for a long while, he asked in a low voice:

Molisen Lindun, are you here?

You bastard!

Instinctively she took a step forward, the meteor hammer locked in her wristband almost flying out—Shi Huaiya, in the end, still held back the anger and ferocity that would ruin her image.

I leave it to you!

Having said that, she turned sharply and flung the door shut.