Chapter 1869: NO.484: You said adding points would make them surge

NO. 484: You said adding points would make them surge.

Bearing the monster concept of the entire world, the existence called the Beast King is already supreme in life form and mode of existence, so it is only natural that ordinary beings overlook it.

If you ask why, just look at those ancient overlords whose names must be hidden.

Overly burdensome knowledge, or more bluntly: information, is a burden on sentient beings.

If one does not seek understanding, they are like a beast; even when facing the vague, fleeting glimpse of a colossal divine true form, as blind men touching an elephant, they feel nothing, no ripple at all—but a human need only glance once to risk a half‑cooked brain, for Ta instinctively wants to comprehend.

Yet Ta's brain cannot support ta's understanding.

So more often, ta will faint, run a fever, deliriously utter fragmented words, until modern medicine and source energy exertion can recover the shattered self and even life.

Sentient beings simply have this neither‑high‑nor‑low flaw.

Intelligence is a kind of inertia, thought a kind of instinct; when that inertia and instinct drive an unreliable vehicle recklessly, throttle wide open, chasing an endless endpoint born of complex information—it quickly ends up in a crash compilation.

The Beast King is no different.

It is like standing on a high‑dimensional star‑devouring wing; that tall, armored body is merely a projection into the mortal world, a phantom convenient for qualified beings to perceive—whether it actually looks like that is unimportant; what matters is how much you can 'see' and 'read'.

The mire of resentment, the abyss of madness, the strange existence, and… merely standing here can exert a terrifying pressure that leaves you as immobile as a person with megalophobia beholding a colossal beast.

This is It.

Its existence gathers every concept related to monsters; when you can gaze upon It, the 'scenery' shown to you by your spiritual perception varies from person to person.

Of course, more people in this world will unconsciously overlook Its existence.

Especially the locals.

Locals of the Holy Terra Federation, who have lived through all kinds of disasters, have undergone countless generations of survival selection, and furthermore possess some 'vaccine'-type source energy buffs that overwrite and doubly act with crystal cores.

If listed seriously, they often have dozens of passive buffs that would make transmigrants break a sweat just seeing them.

There are normal virus‑prevention vaccines, and also, for outsiders, a barely adequate mental safeguard.

Paying can still improve it; not paying puts you at the low‑tier level—although stronger than most transmigrants, but when truly facing situations like soul‑seizing possession, you need to see whether there is auxiliary power from things like functional crystal cores.

Among these, the most worth mentioning now is the mental‑suggestion‑type buff that might look rather 'lame' to outsiders.

——Ignoring the unreasonable notion that an individual must reach a certain peak.

Undoubtedly, this passive exists precisely for the middling masses.

From childhood they receive certain source‑energy foundations, and federal citizens have the chance to undergo prosthetic enhancements to improve all qualities; whether in spiritual perception or scan precision, they surpass ordinary people, and in many other worlds would even be considered elite prodigies.

However, in such a tag‑cluttered world of the Federation, this excellent start does not guarantee a smooth road ahead.

Because not everyone has the conditions and drive to pursue the ultimate.

For livelihood, hobbies, ideals, and various other reasons, not everyone will choose a path that consumes money, energy, and effort in every sense, and even drags in complicated grudges.

More people work jobs, run shops, or do labor; even if the foundations they laid in youth decline somewhat, they still bring a two‑sided feedback.

The benefits need no elaboration, but the drawbacks can be called disastrous—like an evil god incarnate walking the crossroads, sweeping away everything— a group whose spiritual perception is excellent enough to easily sense an evil god's identity yet unable to digest its information, humans who are altogether a trigger‑type self‑destructive swarm.

Even without mentioning evil gods, some positive deities can pose similar risks.

Thus, from early on, Federation citizens have begun to accompany the blessing process of such 'newborn baptism steps'.

Nowadays it even extends to a certain degree of coverage for the welfare of other‑world residents, so as to prevent these transmigrants of mixed quality from instantly finding trouble for themselves.

Of course, for genuine professionals, this insurance is also adjusted to give them actual opportunities to engage in adventure.

So when the Beast King uttered that obvious guidance, he indeed understood.

Understanding that the Beast King might be unknown, but with such extreme followers as the Beast Cult, It wanting to stay unknown is hardly possible.

Moreover, It is clearly in conflict with the Ultraman Warrior; that stance could easily be assumed to be a Demon King‑like entity, necessarily well known in its universe—while It also has its own team.

Although in Its own tone the team seems to have a bit of one‑sided leeching, look at the Beast Cult that can't even leech—yet another universe's Suzi, Bai Ren, and Yisha Mala at least managed to leech, and indeed caught the Beast King's eye.

Then……

Then it might be something all Aomo Linduns have experienced—even that aloof observer Aomo Lindun is no exception.

【Busy】

Inevitable busyness, unexpected busyness, all kinds of troubles pile up together—occasionally there's an urge to drop thinking, to escape all this—then one goes to play games, or to cuddle with the girlfriend whom one has long wanted to approach but can't bring oneself to……

Aomo himself certainly couldn't truly abandon thought to escape reality, but how other‑universe Aomo Lindons would choose is hard to say.

At least the Beast King cannot emulate his stress‑relief methods.

So he can indeed understand that riddle, and is helpless before Its words 'You too should really understand'.

The hardest thing to admit is that he too has those self‑destructive moments, and the hardest to accept is that his other‑world self would actually make such a choice.

But to persuade or admonish the other party, he feels he has no qualification or standing.

So he simply lets it be.

He left holding the card he had just acquired.

He left quickly, and with Mefilas' instant shift he was back on the beach at once; the terminal screen that had been on standby, never turned off, still showed the live window of the Boundary Gate District college entrance exam—of course, still on standby.

Only an hour after the college entrance exam began, before anyone had rushed out of campus, the pre‑opened livestreams were, like his simultaneously opened contact windows with the Xiangyu siblings, Miss Xingzi, the Monarch Beast, etc., each in their own busy standby state.

And he had no intention of getting distracted, for he knew exactly what step he and his companions were on.

——Summon the High Priest to appear, deduce the stage of the organization behind It, then establish the plan to seal the Demon King, the Gate of Great Sins, the Destruction Antibody Channel, and furthermore prepare in advance a sufficiently stable battlefield and passage——

This action itself also carries a risk of counter‑measure; simply put: how do you know the other side isn't mirroring your plan, synchronizing with the route you've locked in, then ambushing you from behind?

Aomo thinks this is very likely.

So, having returned, he neither went to share his gains with his girlfriend nor showed results to the horse‑girls who likewise followed the case.

He merely stared at those chat windows with no new developments, alongside the Belstar Beast, mentally simulating possible sudden scenarios and drafting contingencies.

Then……

Then the location of the incident simply burst past expectations——

It turned out to be that tiny live‑stream window tucked in the corner.

"Unbelievable, friends watching! In an exam hall where any network device is banned—even the brain's crystal cores must be temporarily set to local mode—a Digital Beast attack has occurred!"

Currently, thirteen Ultimate Digimon are rampaging in the exam hall, attacking all living beings indiscriminately, and the examinees and invigilators have already begun to respond actively.

(End of chapter)