Chapter 220: A Certain Demon Struggles to Manage Their Expressions (Bonus Update for the Mascot Girl's Birthday)

Dimensional quakes, also called spatial quakes in some places, Aomo has experienced them before—not his first time.

The last encounter was just over ten days ago.

That day could also be considered a major turning point in his life, naturally leaving a deep impression.

A dimensional quake is a special phenomenon that may occur when a star gate runs at full power and overloads.

Space exhibits a direct tremor, even tearing, and has a high chance of resonating with another world, thus producing transmigrants.

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It can be a person dropping straight out, or souls flying all over the sky—just like Heaven's Gate City over ten days ago.

It's worth noting that dimensional quakes are not only caused by overloaded star gates; they are a phenomenon that inevitably occurs when an energy impact on space reaches a peak.

But those few Heaven's Gates connecting to other worlds left such a deep impression that this widespread misconception arose.

The towering, immense light gate, when opening a passage to another world, intertwines thunder and flowing light, eventually condensing into a five‑colored wall like soap bubbles, forming a divine court that bridges the two realms—a sight that is indeed unforgettable for those who experience it.

But Aomo is not one of those who have experienced it.

Although he has seen the appearance of Heaven's Gates from pictures in Super Dream and electronic textbooks, having received normal popular science and compulsory education since childhood, he does not hold the stereotype that dimensional quakes always come from star gates.

So he needs to remind his teammates in one sentence:

"We cannot rule out that the talk of dimensional quakes is true; beware of possible enemies from another world and soul impacts."

Of course, the one he needs to be most careful about is himself.

Back when he was at the police station, Officer Mokume had reminded him to upgrade his crystal core, because once possessed by an otherworldly soul—whether successful or not—it proved his affinity in this area was stronger than that of those around him.

That makes him a medium for otherworldly souls.

There are countless records to prove this: the chance of an ordinary person being possessed is extremely low, but once someone has experienced possession, the chance of it happening again is 100%.

It's like the difference between a normal gacha pool and a New Year's paid‑guaranteed pull in a mobile game.

——Of course, the premise is also encountering a dimensional quake or similar event.

The prerequisite for possession is having a soul.

If you avoid where dimensional quakes occur, you'll be fine—even a top‑tier medium can live like everyone else as long as they don't encounter a ghost.

Although that 'ghost' might not make a grand entrance like a dimensional quake—just as the runner David from the edge can alone cross over while near death.

You should stay away from the Boundary Gate area and Heaven's Gate City.

The world barriers in those two places are truly unstable; besides the heavily advertised 'current otherworld gacha pool'—dimensional quakes—there are also random 'single‑character up' crossing events.

At the same time, because the world barrier here is indeed relatively unstable compared to other areas—and can even be seen as a weak point—the threshold for dimensional quakes to occur is lower than elsewhere.

"Are you serious?"

From his earlier words one can clearly hear Lapland's stereotypical notion of dimensional quakes, and now he cannot help but question it.

He probably wasn't paying attention in the special class for transmigrants; Aomo, who prepared materials for such a guy, can understand: "The trigger for dimensional quakes isn't only star gates; in fact, certain high‑energy spells involving space also cause fluctuations in the world's barrier."

High frequency, high energy—if it lasts long enough, there will always be a blind cat hitting a dead mouse chance—needless to elaborate, Aomo finished speaking and had already stepped into the entrance of Exhibition Hall 2.

In this exhibition hall where the crowd hasn't yet cleared, the atmosphere remains crowded; Mosutima beside him took off the staff on his back, trying to shape the road with a time‑slow, but before she could act, the captain had already stepped into the opposing flow of people and split it into two sides.

With a suffocating malice and killing intent, he easily sliced through the crowd, causing the latter to startle, then his white‑haired, red‑streaked teammate patted his shoulder: "Just as you said, this guy is interesting."

"……" Mosutima glanced at the year that had passed over her, then turned her head to look at Lapland, who was staring intently at Aomo, his knife‑hand trembling slightly.

He then patted her shoulder.

The already‑tense one almost reacted to that touch.

"Your target isn't him, is it?" she reminded Lapland, don't get the focus wrong.

Upon hearing that, he fell silent for a few seconds and indeed lowered his attack stance.

On his face appeared a few degrees of a warmth‑less arc: "Indeed so."

Having clarified the focus, she swung her twin blades, hurried forward while the crowd hadn't yet closed, and urged Mosutima from behind: "Aren't you going to catch up? That Sako‑ta man has been following right behind him."

"My advice to you is, don't rush."

Mosutima followed at a leisurely pace; although it was a slow walk, her two staffs occasionally tapped each other, producing a ticking like a clock, so while she kept up with her teammates, she and Lapland remained about two to three meters behind the group of three.

Then she halted.

She lingered in a passageway where the crowd could still provide cover, not stepping directly with her teammates into the much more spacious exhibition hall.

"Do you still remember Linton's words? There are other Rhodes Island operators here as well." The blue‑haired fallen angel spoke softly, gazing far ahead at her companions.

"I'm considering whether to borrow their strength."

Compared to her, Lapland's gaze was obviously somewhat aimless.

She was simply looking around, as if searching for something but without any clue.

"Since you're still considering, why not see how your teammates are doing?" Mosutima suggested.

"You intend to help me?" Lapland gave a sideways glance at this sharp‑tongued guy; she knew everyone in the team had their own motives, but she hadn't expected him to say such a thing—"You don't even know what's going on yet, do you?"

"Emmm, although I'd like to nominate myself, I still recommend Linton more," Mosutima pointed her staff forward, "he can help you more."

"You still don't know exactly what's going on, do you?" Upon hearing this, Lapland relaxed, sizing her up as if listening to a joke.

"Yeah."

"Then why are you saying that?"

"Because the boss said that himself—no matter what problem, you can go to him; as for my own view…" Mosutima paused, weighed it herself, and said, "That statement might not be wrong either."

"Being judged like this right after joining the job is really unlucky," Lapland sneered, glancing at that guy in the distance.

"He doesn't even know he's being rated like that, does he?"

"Although it sounds rather subtle, this counts as approval, so you can try asking him for help," Mosutima smiled, "he's very thrifty financially—you can start from that angle."

"Tsk, whether it succeeds or not just makes it easier for you to give him a score, right?"

And he's even gone this far……

Lapland clicked his tongue in annoyance: "Still the same as before—there's more than just that penguin standing behind you, you guy."

Being said like that, there's nothing I can do," Mosutima showed a helpless look, "Honestly, I also think this kind of work should be given to Miss Jingzhe; clearly she's more professional in this area."

You talk as if only Rhodes Island exists; that white-haired Sarkaz isn't with you.

I haven't probed your purpose yet, Lappland.

You're not managing that much, are you?" Lappland said, then actually turned back and stepped into the crowd heading toward the exit.

Oh dear, backlash.

Somewhat helplessly walking toward the exhibition hall, for the matter of 'screwed up', the fallen angel's lingering helplessness on her face lasted only a few seconds.

She usually doesn't care much, but seeing her investigator's side gain another Kultanta, she still couldn't help being surprised.

After all, she often runs between Heaven's Gate City and Border Gate Area; for the faces that often appear in the promotional races in Heaven's Gate City, her friendliness is generally a bit higher than those horse girls in Border Gate Area.

Naturally, she also understands which family this building belongs to, and the other party's surname.

So then...

Linton's progress is pretty fast, huh? She turned back to glance behind.

Feeling sorry for Lappland.