Chapter 1603

NO. 217：Hei'an Zha Ji is indeed a kind of Outer God

The brown long hair and face were replaced by jet‑black color; the once extremely charming purple pupils were likewise squeezed by that darkness into non‑human points of light, only that silver arc like a moon, distinct from everything, yet never brought any usual warmth.

Instead, it added a more distinct sense of gloom to that jet‑black base.

The abnormalities surrounding this entity are not limited to this; there are also jet‑black patterns scattered across the clothing, like ink stains.

Those patterns resemble writing or bloodstains; after staring at them for a while, one begins to doubt one's own eyes.

They seem to move, seem to turn into comprehensible words, pouring over your thoughts, your desires, making you unable to help but frown.

At least Aomo has frowned before.

When he saw the words 'I want to play games' and 'I want to sleep a lot' written on the other's hem, words that ruin the atmosphere, he once doubted the functionality of Maga Basa as a puppet.

Could it be that his vision‑sync source‑energy weaving went wrong?

Aomo had the puppet bird follow him all the way, yet he never had much chance to verify this discrepancy—until now, when he seized the opportunity in front of this metal door.

Only when that magic formation was missing just one stroke, and the long‑charged dark spell pressed down, did he truly have the precondition for direct observation.

It's not hard to see that those mottled patterns are indeed shifting, reflecting the human heart.

Even the overflowing aura feels somewhat familiar, as if experienced just last month, and likewise in this very place.

Does the Gu Lan Ji Nie Er Ju Yuan Theater really earn the favor of an Outer God like this?

Aomo is somewhat puzzled.

After all, an Outer God so fixated on interpreting the human heart differs greatly from what textbooks and professional compendia record; even the Cthulhu and Hastur currently livestreaming are merely using avatars to mess around there, and truly superior beings really hardly care about human joys and sorrows.

But this aura certainly does not belong to the realm of Earth's inhabitants.

— Since joining the Nature God's compilation, Aomo's perception of the existence of so‑called gods that have gathered some faith has entered a completely new realm.

That realm cannot help him precisely gauge the strength of gods, but it makes him more sensitive to the differences between gods.

It's like someone who was face‑blind to foreigners suddenly able to distinguish regional ethnic differences, and easily tell the brothers of two foreign twin siblings, while Outer Gods are even beyond foreigners—cosmic beings!

Yes, for the present Aomo, the discernibility of Outer God traces in his eyes is as vivid as cosmic beings in the eyes of Aopeng humans.

But it is merely vivid.

Unless it is a famous Outer God like Cthulhu, Hastur, or the Black Goat, whose signs are posted at mercenary stations and police stations and whose aura patterns are recorded, otherwise it's just like now—even if you know it's an Outer God, you cannot recognize it.

Even the modest ability to 'reflect desire' makes it hard to make a distinction.

After all, individual living beings are inherently tiny and easily have their minds disturbed by massive information fluctuations.

In the Federation, most citizens' basic understanding of Outer Gods is that they are very sinister things; just the aura can make people dizzy and bloated, a single glance can make their heads boil over, and direct contact would even grind their souls down to a primitive state devoid of self.

That essence is merely an insufficiency in information‑processing capability.

Those Outer Gods capable of radiating divine power to alien worlds often possess a massive mass that most local deities cannot match, and that mass simultaneously means a huge information load, which mortal flesh‑and‑blood beings cannot process with their brains.

The desire for knowledge is one of humanity's basic desires.

It lets humanity evolve, progress, and also drives humanity toward death.

Relying only on a flash of insight, the mind will unconsciously evolve and flesh out its outline.

That outline cannot truly interpret the other's posture, yet it is already the limit of what the human brain can bear, often plunging the imaginer into madness and collapse.

Therefore, in cases related to Outer Gods, interruption plugins for crystal‑element modification are often essential.

Used to eliminate the possibility of instinctively seeking a dead end, and to prevent your brain from arrogantly trying to comprehend the entire existence of an Outer God.

But for Terra citizens who have gone too far in source‑energy cultivation or bodily enhancement, or who have raised their life level, or who have directly turned their bodies into supercomputers, Outer Gods are not considered sinister at all.

They can be understood, even analyzed, even defeated.

When one is no longer barred by the high threshold of understanding, the demystification process follows in succession.

At that point, those Outer Gods can also be ranked in three‑six‑nine tiers, comprehensively statistics based on threat level, destructive power, etc.; among them, some Outer Gods that cannot even destroy a planet and whose extinct civilizations must rely on nature and collective spirit will be nailed to the pillar of shame.

Becoming a template showcasing the diversity and extreme disparity of Outer Gods.

Thus you can easily understand why Hastur can be kicked out of his home by a group of Ultramen.

Thus you also won't find it hard to understand why someone like Aomo, who has glanced at a Cthulhu livestream and also offended the Yellow King, would be uncertain what kind of Outer God the trait before him is.

He, who has always been able to cautiously occupy an information advantage and doesn't mind looking at non‑human chronicles, has of course gone through the entire lineage of the Hastur family.

But just the number of Outer Gods registered in the Border Gate area alone exceeds a hundred, and the unregistered ones are hard to say, given that the frontier star domain has only been explored to 110,000 light‑years out, leaving vast unknown blanks compared to the simulated six‑billion‑light‑year boundary.

It merely reflects desire and cannot serve as a recognition standard; after all, everyone knows that even an outer god with the worst overall qualities can still stir the desire of ordinary carbon-based intelligent beings.

That isn't even their ability.

It's merely that the processor of ordinary carbon-based intelligent beings is too low-grade; once information exceeds capacity, it easily lags or crashes.

Even if it manages to run, its function is still impaired.

From time to time, abnormal phenomena such as screen glitches, automatic jumps, chain triggers, etc., occur.

Of course, the above development also needs a little help called 'inspiration'; otherwise, normal humans have a comprehension threshold.

The limit of what the eyes see is the extent to which understanding can be pushed; for things that cannot be seen or not fully seen, even imagination cannot conjure something decent, and the brain will not suddenly go berserk to forcibly render them.

Just like facing a math problem, if you can't do it, you can't; you won't be forced by your brain to do it.

But if there is that inspiration as a push, aligning with the thoughts of other beings, then it's hard to say.

That can instantaneously link with spirituality, a peculiar opportunity as if the world itself could cognize; for ordinary people it's exceptionally rare, arguably occurring only once or twice in a lifetime.

But if you try to ascend to a higher level of life, choosing the mechanical ascension, flesh-and-blood ascension, etc., path of sublimation, you will, in this 'cultivation' process, cross the ever-lower threshold and reach those possibilities, until it becomes a constant unique perspective.

The so-called aura is exactly this.

When ascended beings speak of this, they are never referring to scent molecules, but rather a more abstract information residue, like fingerprints or voiceprints, that must be detected via a unique method.

But just as collecting fingerprints or voiceprints requires a database to guarantee retrieval, Aomo's information on outer gods is obviously too scarce.

Considering that there are even many transmigrator employees in this theater, and even the playwright says they are bird-people reconstructed from the residual souls of other worlds, this power possibly originates from outer gods of another world.

However, according to the Holy Terra Federation's official and civilian research and analysis of the 'outer god' collective, Aomo, even if unable to open that outer god's box, knows how to use divine technology to shield their power and even the transmission of information.

Given the premise of possessing monster cards, he can even replace the energy used in those technologies to support the results with different powers.

Just like the modified dark spell he is currently imprinting, which uses Hei'an Tiga energy.

And the Hei'an domain G he will next put on, recorded in the Hei'an Zagi monster card.

Using divine techniques to fight deities, employing high-density information to block equally high-density information; in the broad concept of outer gods, Noah Ultraman could be considered a kind of outer god.

And that, utilizing the genes left by Noah Ultraman in battle, aimed at the Hei'an Zagi that imitates Noah Ultraman...

It too can be an outer god!