Chapter 58

The application received no definite reply, and that Executor brought out that extremely familiar reply:

"I'll ask my superiors; you can speak after you finish the check."

In the Executor's words, Tianmen Hospital is just an abbreviation; its full name is Tianmen City Military District Agency Hospital.

From the name alone you can tell which injured and sick people this hospital serves.

However, members of the Two Worlds Safety Bureau and Tianmen Safety Bureau are also included.

That's why this place isn't as crowded as the other large hospitals in Tianmen City, with few people queuing for numbers, yet everyone here wears military uniforms or uniforms.

Aomo, this ordinary‑clothed person, once again became conspicuously eye‑catching; as for the highlights on his forehead, that doesn't matter.

Because he had already seen many Safety Bureau members with bizarre hair colors and styles, it seemed these two departments only required uniform dress, otherwise they were relatively free.

Of course, this should just be a characteristic of Tianmen City.

Aomo recalled the demeanor of the Two Worlds Safety Bureau in Jiemen District that he had investigated; compared to here, it was like the difference between a veteran slacker and a regular army.

But he didn't dare say that.

Moreover, one couldn't say that this was the sole shortcoming of Tianmen City's Two Worlds Safety Bureau, because given the frequent incidents and combat intensity in Tianmen City, the combat power required of law enforcers would be several levels higher than in Jiemen District.

So these people, even if they are old slackers, must be old slackers with strong combat ability.

Aomo thought that, when he suddenly caught sight of a few doctors who never spoke but could seamlessly release combined healing techniques.

His train of thought stalled instantly.

... Better think of something else, just in case someone could read his mind and he'd be done for; Aomo silently followed the guide toward the elevator.

During this process, facing many gazes, the scene for a moment resembled a mercenary office reenactment.

These people were all participants in the incident, and each could recognize Aomo.

Fortunately, the quality of the official staff and soldiers is something mercenaries can't match; although everyone instinctively glanced at him, most quickly looked away, leaving only a few dozen pairs of eyes glowing, even including some women.

A bit annoying... Aomo tried to steady himself, straightening his scarf, carefully adjusting the dummy earpiece at his ear, then pulled out his terminal to divert his attention a bit.

He had completed the paperwork; he only needed to go through a physical exam, fitness test, and psychological check, and then he'd be done.

The whole process didn't take much time, after all the line was short.

Compared to the medical staff, there were more wounded and patients here.

Although the conspicuous big shots had disappeared, that didn't mean Tianmen City's chaos had instantly ceased.

Aomo had already seen several times in the corridors new stretchers being pushed along, accompanied by medics, nuns, and even medical arts practitioners running together.

Moreover, many injured sat on benches cursing while chatting; most brought up the criminals they had dealt with in case discussions, while a few individuals took advantage of the chaos to insult superiors, even blaming the mayor for not opening a quasi-Meta Field.

Meta Field... Aomo also felt a certain longing for this special ability originating from Ultraman Nexus.

Who wouldn't yearn for opening a different-dimensional domain that boosts one's own abilities while suppressing the opponent's? Especially since it can eliminate combat costs, battles occurring in another space naturally wouldn't involve public property damage, nor would they accidentally harm anyone.

That is, the injured patient was just spouting nonsense, and Aomo then recalled that such a thing existed.

Back when Ultraman Noah appeared near Tianmen City's starfield, there had been a message saying Tianmen City had gained some technology through communication with him, but no one knew exactly what technology it was; in fact, the truth of that message itself is doubtful.

Later came news of when Tianmen City had opened a quasi-Meta Field——

——while minimizing the destruction of terrorist incidents on the city, they also launched some official livestream activity, allowing citizens to observe combat in another space, experience the hardship and suffering of law enforcement's fighting, and promote their heroic image.

Such news appeared only a few times then vanished, with no further coverage in Jiemen District's newspapers; even a deliberate search yields only vague remarks about limited technology or insufficient energy support.

Aomo didn't think much of it either, never expecting that Tianmen City's local law enforcers would still be fixated on it, quite dissatisfied.

Thinking about it, such complaints after keeping outsiders at bay mostly come from the heart—could it really be that they can use it but choose not to?

Aomo continued as an observer without speaking, partly to restrain his curiosity and not overthink, partly because his medical form deserved more attention.

Ordinary items like heart rate, blood pressure, blood routine, organ ultrasound, etc. —the Executor, who obviously had medical knowledge, glanced at them, nodded, and said: 'These are all healthy values, even overly robust; please follow me to the psychology department next.'

He only evaluated those ordinary items, not magic power D, bone hardness C, muscle strength D, etc., and certainly didn't evaluate the second-version values after the demon form.

Perhaps he felt it wasn't his place to comment, or perhaps his own knowledge was insufficient to judge, but Aomo looked at his own values that could be described as completely transformed, thinking back to his school physical when he was all Fs; this thorough change explains why even an inadvertent slap nearly gave him a concussion.

Not getting toothpaste on the mirror was really hard on me.

Just as with the metamorphosis, when turning into a giant beast the balanced power lets him go all out, but now that he needs to delicately control his strength, it feels truly unfamiliar.

Especially looking at the units used in the fitness test——

——jump height in meters, punch and kick force in T; at first glance it looks like some Kamen Rider numbers, with human form being initial and demon form advanced, right?

Is this the kind of transformation a normal bloodline awakening can have?

It's just a shame that aside from the magic power limit increasing a lot, no special abilities were gained.

What Showa-era cyborg......

With trains running in his brain, Aomo's face utterly calm, he followed step by step the guiding Executor; he really wanted to shout Morrison's name to ask, but thought better of it, instead typing keywords like bloodline awakening, growth, demon into the search engine to look up entry after entry, then began to ponder.

While pondering, he took a photo of his medical form and sent it separately to Bi Ze and David.

Amid exchanging insults with Bi Ze and mutual encouragement with David, he arrived at the psychiatry department.

Brain scans, personality questionnaires, soul scans—the whole process was extremely thorough; although no major issues were found, it did indeed show Aomo a number of minor problems.

They are bad tendencies formed from certain pressures accumulated in past life; Aomo is quite aware of them, but he never expected they'd be compiled into a sheet for him to see.

The school-arranged physical didn't include such a detailed mental check; this was the first time he'd been listed with all his shortcomings.

Very conspicuous are potential obsessive-compulsive and paranoid personality disorder tendencies, while what's easily overlooked are mild OCD, control desires, and the like.

Fortunately, when added together they're still under 30%, and the chromatogram is rock‑stable, which actually matches contemporary people's physical health while their mental state remains sub‑healthy.

At the same time, it's clearly not at the level requiring medication.

So the doctor only gave some advice, especially about avoiding contact with negative energy and such.

Many source‑energy cultivators study negative emotions because of their specialty; this doctor evidently looked at Aomo's mental‑test sheet and assumed, as a demon‑blood hybrid, he practiced some dark arts.

It hasn't even started yet... Aomo was giving half‑hearted assent while inwardly complaining that in the previous checkup, his demon blood showed no affinity for negative energy as the doctor had asked, obviously not fitting that stereotype.

On the contrary, this proves Morrison's earlier claim that his ancestors underwent no major change in disposition, merely being simply lacking in virtue, was not just empty talk.

This is naturally good news, and if one wants to stir emotions, the stimulation from the monster cards side is even stronger.

As soon as he thought of this, Aomo's hand reached into his satchel and touched the surface of the card case.

Despite the specially made metal interlayer clearly separating them, he could feel the electric-current-induced tingling and another swelling urge to kill.

This so-called isolation layer is utterly useless... Aomo sighed and withdrew his hand.

When he previously parted with the Executor who took the statement, that person said this specially made box could cut off the fluctuations emitted by the monster cards and effectively evade most detection methods; it was a material specially made by the Technology Bureau to seal contraband.

As a result, he was startled upon first contact—he could actually establish a connection with the two cards through that metal—what is this? LeoniX?

If he truly had such bloodline, it wouldn't go undetected in a check; it must be a matter of mental affinity rather than physical.

Aomo was still pondering when he suddenly heard a question:

"Is it over?"

The Executor guarding the gate didn't care about Aomo's pondering; he just wanted to get off work early.

"It's over, thank you for your trouble, both of you." Aomo replied.

He couldn't figure out the result either way; discussion and research would have to wait until after the turmoil. Besides, there weren't many people he could talk to, so he'd just chat with Kailifu and Morisen, though Morisen would probably be of little use.

After parting with the two, he would go find Kailifu to chat and, by the way, buy a ticket back to Earth.

Sigh... star gate tickets are also so expensive.

When he came, Morisen had paid, but now that he had to buy it himself, seeing the ticket price often over ten thousand made him feel a pang of heartache.

No, he must spend the money; this is a necessary sacrifice!

"It's no trouble, and I'll even give you a ride again," said the Executor who had been the driver when he came, now showing a slight smile: "Congratulations, Mr. Lindon, the Juanzhang intends to meet you."

"……"

Aomo stared, then ventured: "Is it because of the application to observe the case scene?"

"Yes, it probably also has to do with your recent activity. However, I shouldn't speculate further; please hurry and follow me."

"Um, okay."