Yes, the flying object that resembled an ochre flounder did indeed blink its lamp-like eyes and affectionately rubbed against the back of Angel's hand resting on the table.
Yet Angel's body sensed no touch at all.
But strangely, within Angel's "consciousness"—or rather, his "mind"—he seemed to receive a tactile command: slick and cold.
Though his body felt no contact, his mind and consciousness believed they had touched something, and even wove an entire sensory logic around that sensation.
It was as though he had truly touched a slick, ice-cold flounder.
This sensation, in which flesh and consciousness utterly contradicted each other, left Angel feeling both baffled and unsurprised.
Strange and mysterious.
Was this the abnormal effect brought by the secret treasure?
Angel drew a deep breath and showed no sign of anything unusual. He merely stared deeply at the flounder-shaped flying object.
Then he withdrew his gaze and looked farther away.
That was, at the group of people beside the bookshelves outside the glass enclosure.
Angel now somewhat understood why Zero Zero Four had brought him here, and why so many people were gathered here... barring any surprises, it was because of these wondrous "mind monsters."
By observing the mind monsters of different races and creatures from different worlds, one could better understand the effects of the "Eye of Vigilance."
That was why Zero Zero Four had arranged for so many people to be here.
Naturally, Angel would not waste Zero Zero Four's goodwill. At this moment, he was observing the mind monsters of the other races.
However, a mind monster could only be detected by the Eye of Vigilance when its owner looked at Angel.
At present, nearly everyone around them was looking at the books in their hands.
At a glance, no one seemed to be paying attention