Chapter 27: This is also part of otherworldly culture

A retinal pop‑up, if there is no device assisting neural synchronization, should be a personal message visible only to the user.

Aomo had last seen this kind of pop‑up when he had gone two days and two nights without sleep, when the Crystal Core warned him that brain toxins had accumulated excessively and he urgently needed sleep to activate cerebrospinal fluid cleansing of the toxins.

That already counted as a warning of a major threat; at that time Aomo honestly went to bed to sleep, but afterwards he suffered from the aftereffects of excessive staying up and had to go to the infirmary.

The doctor's means were extremely cruel, not using gentle origin energy techniques but pulling out a bag of gold needles, making Aomo understand why those horse‑girl reports dread acupuncture so deeply.

So what about this time?

【Confirming that part of the information has crossed the firewall, attempting to perform capture】

This time seems not to be a problem a doctor can solve, at least not an ordinary doctor.

While stepping away from the square toward the street, Aomo walked very slowly.

Both because of the warning from the Crystal Core and because his walking was indeed difficult.

He felt as if his legs were no longer his own, and his unconscious steps were delayed by one or two seconds.

It felt like being immersed in a poor‑quality network game, or a low‑grade lucid dream, or simply a bad dream.

But in all those examples, there is normally no headache like this right now.

In theory he should have followed the first warning and just sat down in the drink shop, or even lain down right there, which would have made him feel much better.

But that place was too noisy.

【All the horse girls begin jostling for position into the first turn, two horse lengths! Two horse lengths! Silent Suzuka, always keeping two horse lengths! No slowing down! Sprinting with all their might! Closely following are Sugawara Prince and Ma Zhiding....】【She's in great condition, Silent Suzuka】【Being born in this era is really lucky, there won't be a tragedy like before.''

The commentator's words in the field and the crowd's noise outside the field are all jammed together.

【Too bad Teibie Zhou didn't participate】【Golden City is completely stuck behind, hard to break out】【After all, it's normal for a horse girl who rejected the trainer's choice of self‑training to have some flaws in the trial】【It's not easy to be both an athlete and a trainer; letting retired horse girls become trainers would be good.''

Voices like these never left his ears; clearly his headache was worsening, yet those sounds became increasingly clear and closer, yet at times mixed with a few elongated tones, like a distorted mix from over‑adjusted audio software.

It's really noisy... Aomo was just thinking that in his heart.

He didn't want to speak, and he felt that even if he opened his mouth he couldn't produce any decent sound.

At this moment his headache had merged with the noise; the dazed and dulled pain made his steps begin to stagger, and also made some pedestrians on the street notice his abnormality.

【Hey, are you okay?】【Want me to call a doctor for you?】Such concern would eventually be voiced by someone, but his current state left him no energy to complain about how warm‑hearted the passersby in Heaven's Gate City are.

He only felt it getting louder; the persistent headache seemed to be aggravated by the pull, as if the excruciating pain of his skull splitting open was clenched shut by his teeth, leaking only a faint groan.

【Headache, dizziness, fever are normal phenomena; please reduce interaction between body and outside】

The new pop‑up seemed to have detected an abnormality in his temperature, but Aomo no longer had the energy to retort 'You're just calling this a headache?'

But his steps had not stopped; as he walked down the street, in his slightly blurred vision he spotted an alley whose lines had not yet spread, an alley extremely familiar, as if he had been there many times.

But he was quite clear that he was not a masked young master, so he shouldn't have any familiar alley.

It's an illusion...

Illusion and severe pain... secondary consciousness... I've seen this before, where have I seen it......

Wait, me?

Who am I?

Having passed those passersby, he reached the mouth of the alley, leaned against the wall despite its dirt, and weakly sat down.

It seemed that, due to the long‑absent quiet, his headache was no longer as severe as before, but he had fallen into another predicament.

Like a muscle‑memory recall, as swift and precise as searching a folder by keyword, it brought up an unfamiliar memory.

That was a memory folder different from the one named 【Aomo】, severely damaged and even never named.

Aomo slightly lifted his head, gazing at the few feet of sky within the alley; his gaze, which had been vague from surging thoughts, gradually became focused, because he had withdrawn from that information folder that did not belong to him.

Aomo Lindun

He had just remembered his name, and he could continue to use the Crystal Core's information retrieval function to flip through those memories that were like page after page of txt files and MP4 clips.

From the shrill whistle of a little demon heard in a distant orphanage, to the complexity of being taken to the racetrack as a child by adults, to the oak‑tree race starting‑gate scene he had only just seen earlier...... When he came to, he only then noticed that the pop‑up before him had changed again.

【Information has been recorded, abnormal information integration completed, can be searched... confirmed, there are 628 past cases meeting the conditions, defined as otherworldly soul invasion (extraterrestrial demon possession)】

It seemed to be a deliberate alternative conversion to match the user's cultural circle, but it was really unnecessary. Aomo also didn't particularly pursue the divine‑culture circle elements; he could only say that the Crystal Core's own program definition required it to be explained thoroughly, so he saw no point in chatting with that fixed program.

However, after he finished reading that string of text, the Crystal Core monitoring neural feedback also popped up the next window, forming a simple interaction.

【Information integration has been uploaded, police case filed.】

【The local police station has dispatched officers to meet him, they will arrive within half an hour; the page has been sent to the terminal, please enable real‑time location confirmation】

Police station... I haven't been to a police station in three years, have I...... Aomo supported his forehead and struggled to rise.

The pain was gradually fading, but the dizziness persisted, so his thoughts weren't focused; occasional daydreams easily triggered the memory folder of his recent arrival, bringing forth unfamiliar words and information that he could instantly understand.

This connection is far more natural than the Crystal Core's data transmission, completely merging with his original memory, but it only surfaces naturally when deliberately invoked.

It's like having an extra book, but considering the ease of retrieval, it ought to be an e‑book capable of automatic keyword search.

Time travel... being soul‑pierced...... Aomo's feelings were immensely complex; he had never thought of being curious about other worlds, and he hadn't hesitated to set his goal on the Enforcement Division of the Two Worlds Safety Bureau, yet ironically he was 'fortunate' to come into contact with part of a transmigrator case in this intense way.

He had read many literary works with ascenders as protagonists, and his mind could readily conjure the classifications 'xuanhuan', 'fantasy', 'sci‑fi', and even '2D rabbit' to help understand this state; it seemed that in those foreign memories, such a situation was actually quite common.

It seemed he could slightly understand Bi Ze's somewhat awkward adaptation... Just as he was thinking that, when he finally stood upright, he subconsciously called up the 'moon' and 'cyber' related otherworldly knowledge, and saw an image of a gold‑haired woman with turbulent waves, holding a long sword, her clothing not covering her body, followed immediately by countless lustful texts.

""

Aomo could no longer understand Bi Ze either.

At the same time, he gained a deeper understanding of a certain string of text in that memory that is common to this world's culture.

【Four Zhai Steamed Goose Heart】