Chapter 705: NO．74：Zhi：Don

NO．74：Zhi：Don't want it spicy!

Creatures with diverse and complex emotions often feel fear because of that.

This is a side effect of having a mind; it is often delicate and fragile, reacting excessively to anything it cannot comprehend.

And if one only half-understands, it likewise brings discomfort, just as humans call it the 'uncanny valley theory'.

Whether dolls or robots, human-like yet not-quite-human creations invariably invite such rejection and criticism, especially when placed in a tranquil setting, where their inorganic eyes seem to be endowed with a hint of liveliness, reflecting the viewer.

Most of the time, that is merely an illusion.

They know it clearly in their hearts, yet they cannot suppress the spreading panic deep inside.

Even the hurried harmonies they themselves fabricate can likewise bring panic and urgency to the mind, so such sounds are widely used in alarm systems to threaten and remind their kind to make a decision.

Humans early mastered the technique of extracting fear from inanimate objects, then systematically dissected and studied the roots of fear, after which they attempted to make use of that fear.

The 'humans' of other planets are no exception.

Among them, the spacefaring peoples who cultivate and create monsters are undoubtedly experts; they can even reverse the process, shaping living beings into inanimate things to generate even greater fear.

For example, the Jettonians.

Capable of mimicking anyone, their ability is no less than that of the Barbar Jettonians, and they once bore the title of 'shapeshifting monster'.

But this one has only a single eye, with a curved 'horn' on its head like the Kemur people's alien clan, and is better known for controlling Jetton.

Indeed, being able to play and playing well are two different concepts.

Everyone knows Jetton's professional players are the Baptoans, while Jettonians are often merely custodial novices who just let the Jetton AI act freely, yet they are indeed Jetton's first 'breeders' without doubt.

More precisely, Jettonians are Jetton's 'researchers', while the Baptoans are the 'pilots' who know how to exert Jetton's strength, but after the Baptoans also mastered Jetton's breeding and modification techniques……

This species' position is rather awkward, long unimproved, yet they are indeed the pioneers of Jetton's development.

As for why the term 'development' is used, which sounds like an inanimate object, it is because Jetton's birth process itself is a scientific endeavor.

The title 'cosmic dinosaur Jetton' does not mean it is actually a dinosaur classification; 'dinosaur' is merely a term used to describe its combat power—dominating the universe like a dinosaur. In fact, as a biological weapon, its birth process resembles the Eastern Yan folk practice of 'raising gu'.

By gathering creatures from various places across the universe and making them fight, the winners are hybridized and optimized; as this process continues, ultimately an emotionless being that knows only combat is born—like a slaughter machine, Jetton.

Naturally, such Jetton are rare, because after Jetton takes form, many spacefaring peoples, including Jettonians, simply grow lazy, breeding and expanding or even copying the adults, greatly reducing Jetton's purity.

Although numerical stability is retained, the combat skills are merely simple computer programs, with no allocated growth points.

Yet Jettonians' attitude toward Jetton is purely custodial; they cannot do any manual operation.

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And the Jetton that truly takes shape from the layered screening of the 'Lakshiel Ritual' are without exception genuine killers.

They can also evoke the primal fear in those who have a heart.

They are undoubtedly living beings, yet their forms are filled with an inorganic mechanical feel.

Whether it is the breathing-light sound effect that their biological vocal cords cannot produce, or the deep, resonant low hum, all emphasize their quality of being more mechanical than biological.

And when that sound echoes in a narrow area, when that stance stands firm in the flames, the already re-formed Giant Dragon Zhi will still instinctively shrink back.

Compared to the traditional Jetton whose very form resembles a biomimetic machine, replete with crystal, metal, and colloidal structures, the Jetton appearing before her must have a metallic feel, with a posture that is even more slender and sharp.

Because it also mixes in Aomo and Mefilas.

"Zetton, Omer. Linton, AlienMefilas."

"EvilashZetton/Evilash Jetton"

The clear, cold broadcast audio source is indeed Bourbon, making Aomo once again wonder whether they had given voice acting to every conceivable combination capable of thought.

But doubt could never hinder his steps.

The ensuing power carries its own silent message; its signature skill, named the Trillion-Degree Fireball, is boldly in hand, yet compared to direct release—which would have him face the backflow of the flame—he possesses a safer, more controllable discharge plan.

Centering on himself, he releases thermal energy—indeed, you may also call it a Jetton bomb—and unlike things that literally lack the Ultra Heart, Evilash Jetton can easily withstand this tens-of-millions-degree heat with its skin—extremely metallic in texture, the black coating covering his whole body stems from Mefilas's enhancement.

Its chest-mounted energy-storage organ, which is more lava-colored than the original crystal, is influenced by the demon's internal structure, adding significance in quake resistance and temperature control.

It can both boost flame output and serve to evenly disperse temperature across the skin; itself it is an ultra‑high‑temperature isolation layer, maximally protecting the core organs within the chest cavity from external temperature interference.

——This is also the core structure of Aomo's demon‑formed horn tips and eye sockets, where flames constantly reside without constituting a physiological hindrance.

Never mind the horns and eye sockets; this demon can even be seen, when opening the mouth, to have light emanating from near the throat, as if sparks could simply be spat out.

And his present incarnation as Evilash Jetton further expands that impression: the Jetton chest crystal, jokingly called 'giant breasts,' is now truly flowing with lava, which would surely evoke a strong sense of identification from a certain Miss Drake of Rhodes Island.

But evidently, Zhi may not have come into contact with such an exotic race.

Seeing such an organ, she only felt it abnormal, especially the opposing party's head, where a vertical diamond‑shaped crystal taking the place of the eyes exudes the same scorching heat.

What is a 'fiery gaze'?

The loveless deity, understanding this description in physical terms, was seized by the neck with an unexpectedly cold and hard five‑fingered grip in the instant he tried to flee.

So fast!?

No… is it spatial transcendence!?

Suddenly, she recalled the gentleman named Ya who had once visited her father‑king.

The deities have no gender distinction, yet they can choose how to manifest; Zhi, having witnessed Ya's mistaken spring‑autumn, his ability to traverse a hair's breadth, was thus able to react in the moment she was grabbed.

But even after reacting, countless bolts of cloth unfurled from the space around her, binding the opponent's arms and entire body, while her muscles twisted and strained—all to no avail.

Bang!

On the contrary, the opponent's sharp, elongated five fingers, upon gripping her equally slender neck, immediately slammed her toward the ground she had just been defending with all her might.

The brocade entwining her black‑armored arms and whole body was completely scorched, unable to offer the slightest hindrance.

That black flame, utterly unlike before, carrying a negative energy that she instinctively rejects, once again easily suppressed the weaving material she deemed most resistant to high temperature.

"Where do you want to go? Your Excellency the Giant Dragon?"

"If we don't talk about why you suddenly attacked, you'll probably have to give yourself a proper facial treatment."

Tossed about in disarray, she faintly heard that low, hoarse inquiry; before she could react, she again felt the wave of heat washing over her——

——that was the huge fireball floating in the opponent's hand.

Amidst the scorching yellow hue, fine black flame‑snakes were mixed in; they looked like sunspots, yet their temperature effect was the exact opposite—so much that the whiskers on His dragon head were all scorched black, and the once‑lustrous, water‑moist azure scales became dry and curled.

She could even bathe in magma without trouble, yet merely being tens of meters from that flame made even breathing feel scorching.

This instantly made her 'awaken', and because her neck was long enough that her vocal organs weren't suppressed, she managed to utter a sentence with difficulty:

"Clearly… it was you lot who suddenly attacked me!"

"Where does this even come from?"

On that sharply defined jet‑black face, no expression could be seen, yet the diamond‑shaped crystal that flickered with a dark‑red ripple alongside the words truly emanated a kind of mental fluctuation that made one feel empathetically.

With a hint of doubt.

Then he suddenly turned his head—letting the distant line of girls rushing over—among them, Miss Kong immediately came to a halt.

However, the only one who was startled into stopping by that Ejin Jiedun's sudden head turn and stare was her.

In front of her, Qielinina shouted loudly: "Stop! Aomo! That's the Weaver Girl!"

"Stop stop stop! Don't do this!" the Qianming representative, who had fiercely kicked someone's face, also shouted likewise.

"Keep this pose, oh! Xiaoshe! We'll just interrogate her like this!" Only Xintiao Qian could say such a thing without doubt.

"Put out the flames! Aomo! The man beside you is already dehydrated!" Ludaofu Xiangzheng, who possessed an all‑encompassing view, issued a stronger command.

Allowing the over‑sixty‑meter‑tall Ejin Jiedun to instinctively tilt its head, it then saw the already unconscious man.

Although he had initially intended to protect the other party, even briefly placing them in a cabin and simultaneously transmitting them to a distance of over a hundred meters, he still misjudged the other's fragility.

The Weaver Star shouldn't be like this……

After dispersing the fireball in his hand, he once again felt a bit puzzled.