Chapter 559: NO．141：This person has been pursuing in a rather unique way since childhood

NO．141：This person has been pursuing in a rather unique way since childhood.

That was a world taken for granted, and even my height was habitual.

It was also a world of bizarre and dazzling sights; at a glance it always felt like seeing flowers through fog—not a loss of vision, but more like a lens coated with vaseline showing an extreme haziness.

Immediately after, a thick fog spread from all directions.

In the fog were monsters and criminals, attacking and destroying the city, assaulting and harming the citizens.

Shouts and screams, wails and curses filled every direction.

Standing on the high point of a long slope, the youth gazed toward the distance, near and far; looking back, even the evergreen trees lining the paths behind him on both sides were ablaze.

Not far away, the academy had been reduced to ruins; several limping girls were being chased, their heads bearing horse-like pointed ears and long tails, their faces indistinct, yet it made him instinctively want to rush forward.

But he ultimately did not step forward.

He watched this scene, watching pure darkness spread and blur across the ruins.

That darkness spread like black mud, engulfing it the moment the fingers of those horse girls touched him; he also averted his gaze, turning back to look at the distant city gradually cracking apart.

He uttered the first sound since arriving here.

"With this skill, are you going to show it to everyone?"

As that voice fell, the darkness intensified and spread, beginning to dye the distant cityscape.

With each slice of the cityscape in his view sinking into darkness, the haziness before his eyes lessened somewhat, and his field of vision gradually lowered.

He also grew increasingly clear about what he had been doing before arriving here.

Transporting goods, without a doubt, and then he encountered another premeditated ambush.

They didn't use a barrier device to hide their presence, nor did they have a proper robbery crew; instead, they hypnotized everyone in an entire building, who kept streaming here, trying to wear down the courier's condition, or perhaps to make the courier overreact in his haste.

Rather than saying they wanted to steal the cargo, it was more like they were trying to cause trouble for Penguin Logistics—but that's not the point for now.

For Aomo at that time, the motive behind the act was not something to prioritize; using the present conditions to confirm the opponent's method in order to break the situation was the urgent priority.

Honestly, if it were only a small amount, he would think of the cargo's counterparts—namely, the people from the Dassis star system who had appeared during the previous robbery.

Such beings have large heads and eyes, tiny bodies, and their appearance matches early explorations of extraterrestrial imagery; they can possess humans themselves, and on the set of Ultraman Diga they had possessed Nanase Rena/Yanase Rena.

But large-scale hypnosis is another matter.

Without relying on sound, gas, or source energy, if one were to say a deep mental trap had been laid in advance, it shouldn't cause someone to faint at a single strike.

This type of technological light hypnosis is ineffective on Texas, Lapland, and Angel—what do these three have in common?

Angels and werewolves share no relation; the former even possesses a mental talent for empathic resonance with their own kind, while their mental structure differs markedly from that of the latter.

So perhaps we should step back, not think about their mental commonalities, but consider how they differ from the already-hypnotized office workers and guards in that building.

Such differences are many, but for someone like Aomo, the first possibility that comes to mind is 'another world.'

Even if they are both intelligent beings and even if they both bear the human designation, people from another world and those of this world still differ in mental wave frequency—a difference rooted in the soul.

Moreover, this is common knowledge mentioned in source energy classes, and as the number of transmigrators increases year by year, it has become a key exam topic.

Such a subtle gap is easily crossed by source energy; the hypnotic effect of mental-type source energy has always been indiscriminate, unless there is an extreme difference purely in mental strength.

But for technological hypnosis, especially something like radio waves—different mental wave frequencies also require adjusting different mixes and ratios of electromagnetic waves and their frequencies; this is a troublesome task, needing as much trial and error as the early development of source-energy hypnosis.

This is logically sound, and he even knows an extraterrestrial who masters this technology.

But this does not represent all possibilities; Aomo is well aware that he is only nineteen years old—no matter how much he observes daily, how strong his professional knowledge is, or how much related information he reads online, he still has only nineteen years of experience.

After subtracting the pure entertainment time that yields no knowledge, he feels his understanding of the whole world is still insufficient to make truly confident judgments.

So he decided to first run a test.

A simple verification: dropping the shield he had kept up out of caution, using his own body as the test subject.

He clearly remembers that, before he was hypnotized, that test verification had already been completed.

That intense drowsiness and tingling were indeed not source energy, but a radio-wave frequency; Galatron's radar feedback pointed straight upward, providing further proof.

Corresponding to possibility ii he posted on the public screen.

He had posted three possibilities in total on the public screen.

One possibility is a hypnotic radio wave, but not coming from above—that would be some unfamiliar device.

Another possibility is that the Galatron card had no reaction, meaning the hypnosis wasn't from radio waves but some ability beyond his cognition.

Another possibility is that the Galatron card reacted, indicating the position; Aomo locked onto the opponent's identity, even their vehicle, and only needed to directly destroy them in battle.

Regardless of which possibility, they all suggested calling the police; with sufficient information, the federal police could be as reassuring as Batman arranging a showdown.

And regardless of which possibility, they are all based on the proof that he himself was hypnotized; the fact that he would be knocked out by his teammates is unavoidable.

So Texas asked if there was a gentler approach.

Lapland, meanwhile, would be eager to try knocking out the teammates, perhaps even adding some extras.

But honestly, knocking out the hypnotized Aomo wouldn't be difficult, would it?

Because in that light hypnotic state he couldn't perform any complex maneuvers, and Aomo was like a child—his physique was far stronger than an ordinary child's, yet still no match for Texas, who wields a greatsword with the finesse of a sword.

Even brute force couldn't overcome it, let alone achieving some kind of civil-war godlike battle record.

So Aomo felt completely assured he wouldn't become an insider threat; even if they knocked him out and tossed him aside, it wouldn't even be worth a minor inconvenience.

In fact, Aomo doubted that his real self had gone mad.

Because he had just been having a lucid dream, seeing that twisted and bizarre dream made him understand why those late‑shift office workers were so aggressive—perhaps they were even playing the hero protecting others in the dream.

Of course, it could also be that he was venting his inner dark violence.

But regardless of which, he did not actually do it.

He quietly watched the darkness swallow this falsehood, until heaven and earth held no light or clamor, only pure darkness and silence; then that darkness became like a sheer veil, letting a few strands of light shine through.

He then opened his eyes, only to immediately narrow them.

Hearing the shouts and chatter of the officers and paramedics, Aomo quickly adapted to the lighting here, and from behind came a soft warmth that slightly stalled his thoughts.

Lowering his head, he felt a pair of arms encircling his chest.

Eh… it seems like even the things I'm sitting on are subtle sensations.

"What's going on?"

Although his thoughts were further fragmented, he still subconsciously asked about the current situation.

"You're awake too?" Dekesas, who had still been looking at the rescue work in the distance, lowered his head, looked at the child in his arms, and after noticing the other's struggle, also let go.

He then stood up from the stool, raised his hand and knocked on the microphone: "Lindun is awake, drive the car over for another trip."

"Okay!"

Nengtianshi's voice was still so energetic, letting Aomo react and look around, and he saw not far away a spaceship that was being directed to shrink.

"Surely they're Pegasan?" Looking at that disc-shaped spaceship that was exactly as he remembered, Aomo thought these aliens' ship designs were truly consistent.

The Metorans' ships have always been gizzard-shaped, while the Pegasan's ships remain that large white disc.

"Well, Lapulande cut off my arm, and Zhaluo blasted a big hole in the ship." Dekesas walked to the side and leaned in slightly, saying.

You really treat me like a child?

Noticing her little gesture, Aomo was somewhat speechless.

The basic techniques of squatting, bending over, leaning in when talking to children—lowering one's stance to better read expressions—he naturally knew, even having known them since childhood.

Having complained since childhood about adults treating him this way, he never expected to be able to relive it ten years later, which left him feeling a bit stuck.

But rather than complain about that, he more importantly asked: "Where are the Pegasan?"

His words carried a hint of excitement, but he didn't notice it himself.

On the contrary, Dekesas gave him an unexpected look, then pointed to the distant road: "He's already been taken away by the police, his statement recorded, and the officer in charge of the statement this time seems not to know you."

"It's not like everyone knows me," Aomo moved his body a little, confirmed his condition had actually improved a bit, then sighed, "Ah, I woke up too late."

"Is it that Dekesas's arms are just too comfortable to sleep in?"

"You can't say that; I also lack……"

Aomo belatedly closed his mouth, then saw a truck approach, with a white-haired silly dog poking its head out the window: "Lacking love?"

"Lack of sleep," Aomo snapped, "I heard you chopped off the Pegasan's arms?"

"You've been messing with us this long, and just the arms I find too light, and Dekesas didn't even come up to add two more strikes," said Lapulande as he got out of the truck, clicking his tongue, "You're the same—you wanted to fight at first, but then Dekesas held you and you calmed down—what's that supposed to mean?"

"Is it possible I was just naturally quiet?" Aomo said, then turned his doubtful gaze to the black silk legs, "You didn't knock me out?"

"You can't overpower my strength, and you're quiet, so there's no need to knock you out." Dekesas said lightly, "Aren't you the one who asked me to carry this out?"

"I didn't expect you to carry it out like this."

Moreover, what's this subtle feeling of humiliation about?

Aomo was somewhat speechless, turned to look at Lapulande: "Do you have any photos of the Pegasan?"

"?" Lapulande leaned in close to Aomo's face, studying him as if examining a patient, "Why would I have a photo of that bird‑head?" The nurse over there, come see if this guy has any problems!

"Here, come, come look here, aim at this scanner and check it out—oh! Very healthy." The nurse looked a bit surprised at the kid in front of her, also felt a bit familiar, but other work was more pressing.

"Call me if anything comes up, little bro—I'm going to check the situation over there."

She ran fast, but the sudden burst of laughter behind her still made her turn her head in confusion, though she didn't pay much mind to it.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Pfft… uh, if you want photos I've got them!" The Nengtianshi in the driver's seat, holding back laughter, called out, "We recorded it when we shot with the drone—you can take as many screenshots as you want."

"……" Then just give me the footage to watch.

"Let's see how you handled things back then, and I still haven't seen a Pegasan in person."

"I heard my sister say that people like to put what they value most at the end of a sentence."

"Your sister is talking nonsense."