Chapter 758

NO. 127: It is naturally so.

Indeed, Aimu Zhiji belongs to a special case.

When Aomo placed one hand on Sai Luo's shoulder and the other on Xiao Lin Li Qi's shoulder, who wanted to communicate a bit, and hung at his waist a clearly self‑teleporting new‑cosmos‑type octopus—when he teleported with this divine‑like form to the Wastetime Association's transfer point, such a sigh flashed through his mind.

Everyone was fine with the teleport; only she ended up with a groin strain.

Let her have a check‑up…

If it's a neurological weakness, it should be dealt with early, before the end‑of‑month competition.

He tapped the keyboard on the light screen, letting the few floating devices beside it scan his face and iris, and his ID photo popped up on the screen.

At the same moment he clicked send, Aomo then turned to look at the other people beside him who had also passed identity verification.

The Terra Federation's public areas do not restrict teleportation, but they do carry security risks.

To guarantee absolute safety, the officials have specially designated zones as teleport points, where robots linked directly to the teleport point management department's database stand guard.

This procedure, identical to security checks, Aomo had long grown accustomed to; Xiao Lin Li Qi didn't mind either, but Sai Luo and the new‑cosmos octopus that Aomo had dug from his waist and lightly patted on the head were not very cooperative with the machine.

At one point the robot's built‑in screen displayed a red‑frame warning reading 【Please keep your distance】.

【Vega: You're making me go for a check‑up alone?】

Having Sis‑san along doesn't count as being alone, right? Gazing at the reply that quickly popped up on the light screen, Aomo pinched the frame of his glasses, which could serve as a disguise in some sense.

【Yuehuanshe: Indeed, I didn't consider everything… then… I'll ask Karen?】

【Vega: You propose a plan but make someone else carry it out? Too lame】

【Yuehuanshe: …That's also reasonable; if you can tolerate it, I'll accompany you personally】

The girl's thoughts are just that hard to fathom…… Aomo also gradually grew accustomed to the fact that his consistent thoughtful consideration is being discarded like trash; he pushed his glasses, waved his hand to call the others to follow, and reminded them to watch out for the rain.

The rain showed no sign of stopping, but Aomo brought his own iron umbrella, sheltering the New Universe beneath it; Xiao Lin Li Qi also opened her umbrella, and after gauging the height of the 'Igachest Person,' she muttered something auspicious and handed it over.

Thus, there was nothing left to entrust; Aomo lifted his gaze beneath the umbrella, looking toward the upper portion of the building's view that the umbrella's canopy obstructed.

The Wastetime Association—although I had passed by many times before, this was the first time I actually set foot inside.

This place is clearly a large building with huge foot traffic, making him consider whether to wear a mask.

But in the end, he decided against it.

Compared to changes in appearance, a shift in demeanor can more obviously mislead others.

Especially when you are a public figure who may become a certain trend, leading others to imitate your style.

In the field of cosmetic medicine, many celebrities and idols have facial features that are frequently chosen.

This is still just a feature.

For gray areas involving illegal items, it is even more likely to see a whole-face plastic surgery option that leaves no distinction.

In this territory, those facing counterfeiters are not just Ultraman and various giant robots, but also the famous individuals themselves.

As technology advances, the cost of doing this decreases; the more identifiable traits are usually not appearance, but demeanor, and even the soul.

A medium like Chazuo can easily perceive souls, whereas an insensitive person lacking that talent—yet can still gain insight through observation.

Whatever one does with their hands will reveal the pattern of the soul.

Whether it is a painter's brushstrokes, a musician's fingertips, or the swinging of a blade, a surging aura—all of these are the soul's posture.

Through that posture, one can see the layers of accumulated training time, and see how one's character has been built over years—whether it was broken in adversity or triumphed through flexible yielding—this is the endpoint that an insensitive person can reach.

The information obtained through resonance with a medium's spiritual body belongs to different emphases.

But the endpoints will converge.

The former Aomo was undoubtedly an insensitive person; even though he had fairly mediocre cultivation talent, his spiritual vision growth was also quite low.

But that was in the past.

The awakening of his bloodline opened a new world/vision for him; revealing the darkness allowed him to see clearly, and now his demonic eyes can perceive souls just like a medium.

But habit will not be abandoned.

Moreover, it is not merely habit; it is part of his essence, one of his primary means of pursuit, and it will grow with his life, becoming a truly outstanding talent.

And now, this talent caused him to glance at the man approaching from the left front, who brushed past him at this moment.

Just an ordinary glance; his eyes behind the lenses were neither reddened nor narrowed, his steps steady as usual, and his heartbeat and breathing were impeccable.

Aomo was very calm.

So calm that even Sai Luo beside him noticed nothing odd—this guy instead stared at the horse girl someone had brought, openly showing his surprise at seeing someone bring a horse girl here.

Among passersby, there are also not a few like him, and there are plenty who look at him and Aomo for the same reason.

But only after everyone had gone their separate ways did Aomo suddenly say:

「Igachest Mister, the one you were just staring at is an alien accustomed to disguise. 」

「Huh? 」 Sai Luo blinked, instinctively wanting to turn back but restraining himself.

「Eh? 」 Xiao Lin Li Qi froze.

The New Universe, however, showed no ripple, not even lifting his head, merely following silently beside Aomo.

「Perhaps he's a Baltan alien; his five fingers unconsciously mimic a pincer outline, as if it's his comfort zone. 」

「Can a Baltan also be a trainer? 」

「He could be, but he isn't; he's probably just here on business. Moreover, the Baltan alien theory is still just speculation, so it's best not to address him directly. 」

「We really need a convenient way to address him, 」 Sai Luo said with a chuckle, then rubbed his chin, 「But since he's so special, your earlier attitude…… does that guy have a big problem? Come to think of it, that little girl seems familiar. 」

「An imitating alien comes to the Wastetime Association, with a habit of long-term disguise, and even brings a depressed horse girl……」 Aomo, having walked past the corner, waved at the two at the end of the passage, then raised a finger to swipe the nearby light screen, 「You indeed saw her; in that previous TV match, she placed fifth, changed into everyday clothes, but her earrings remained unchanged. 」

【Yuehuanshe: 【picture】, if still no harvest, turn the investigation target to this guy

One minute ago I walked out of the Eastern District Wastetime Association headquarters; this photo was also obtained by me hacking into the Wastetime Association's surveillance via Mefilas】

「It's Balkangrape/Balkangrape. 」 the New Universe added, raising his head.

Meanwhile, Xiao Lin Li Qi, because she was busy at the time, had no chance to watch the match, and was still pondering over that name.

To be honest, although the GIII horse girl also stood out through the rigorous selection, there were too many competitors in the same-period races; without any special reason, she wouldn't remember her no matter how she thought.

But Sai Luo didn't mind; anyway, to him everyone he saw was a first-time meeting:

"So you're fifth place? Though you're also an official competitor in the race, should I go get an autograph?"

【Continuous Drizzle: Received】

"I think you're more famous than her, but if you really have an idea you can go," Aomo said lightly, glancing at him then immediately continuing to look at the screen, though his steps remained steady, "But getting this placement in a GIII race, even if it's said that the rhythm was thrown off causing abnormal performance, that's still quite cheeky; relying on an astrologer to change fate also can't make a big change."

【Yuehuanshe: Beware, the other party is an extraterrestrial, suspected Alien from Baltan, don't let your guard down】

【Mayonnaise Iron Plate Spaghetti: You're so talkative, Aomo, it's just a lobster, right?】

【Yuehuanshe: The prototype is a cicada-human; if you're looking up data, you might as well scroll to the bottom before speaking】

【Continuous Drizzle: Do you have all the skills?】

【Mostima: This is trickier than what we initially agreed on, eh】

【Yuehuanshe: Not sure, few individuals reach that state】

"Long time no see, Trainer Lin Dun."

"What change? What are you guys talking about?"

When several people drew near, the three horse girls were still introducing themselves; just as Jiémèsī was the first to greet, Chao Cang Lu stepped forward and asked about the words he had vaguely heard earlier.

"We're talking about your luck." Aomo said.

"Luck? What luck do I have? I just had Jiémèsī-san treat me to improve my luck," Xiao Lu was completely bewildered, then suddenly realized, "Could it be that your coming over counts as my luck improving?"

"Perhaps the opposite is true."

Aomo shrugged, lowered his head and glanced at Xiao Lin Li Qi, who was squinting his eyes at Chao Cang Lu.

"Because your luck is good, that's why we came over, looking forward to possibly gaining something."

"You're saying those incomprehensible words again, Trainer Lin Dun-san."

"If you don't understand, just ask; I'm happy to explain."