Chapter 1005: NO.128: Having borne too much for one's age

NO. 128: Having borne too much for one's age.

I don't know when, I don't know where.

Most likely it was a certain period in some dream.

Aomo had once heard Ling explain the realm of carefree ease.

Carefree ease is not about a worry-free life, but about easily doing what one wants, after seeing all the facets of life, one naturally attains carefree ease.

This is a truly hard-to-attain state, especially in today's society.

The more enlightened the populace, the more varied the desires, and the more complex the pursuits.

Worldly phenomena constantly change, and more and more people are also influenced by the worldly environment.

The things one wants to do are always many, and the goals one wants to achieve often shift.

East Flame has many ancient cultivation practices, all emphasizing first teaching people in a closed-off manner, then releasing them.

The so-called 'Red Dust Heart Refinement' grows ever more valuable as the world becomes ever more complex.

Aomo sometimes feels that living in a world brimming with possibility, where the boundary between the mundane and the superhuman is not drawn very wide, is itself a kind of sorrow.

Because possessing infinite possibilities at the same time also creates a social reality that changes in an instant.

The two words 'carefree ease' have gradually become a privilege of those who are content and happy with themselves.

And many more people, let alone carefree ease, are simply living in a mire.

Such people might even be seen by others as doing well, living very well.

But they already consider themselves failures.

Just like the meeting not long ago, those 'superhumans' he faced.

These 'superhumans' were, for most of the time in the past world's day-to-day, unchanging.

Not many factors could interfere with their actions, their behavior, their lives.

Precisely because they lived in such an environment, they appeared aged and passive in their avoidance.

But now, they have arrived here.

Holy Terra Federation.

This is an opportunity.

What Aomo said at the meeting was not a lie.

Achievements, wealth, and status can indeed be concretely transformed into power and knowledge in this era.

But no matter how well spoken or how motivating, they still have to rely on themselves.

Although they will initially flock to your side with an appearance of sincere gratitude, as if you had become their reborn parents, as if a single stern warning could give them an entirely new, successful life.

But Aomo knows this very well in his heart.

Just saying that, among this bunch, there will still be a group that will be miserably eliminated.

Having determination and a direction does not guarantee success.

You are also limited by talent, by guidance, by many, many conditions, and eventually you will discover—you actually still have many competitors, even many…… enemies.

Societal development to date, compared to the past, the biggest change is undoubtedly the intensification of cutthroat competition.

In such a world, becoming strong oneself is easy, but to be seen as strong by others is a constantly rising threshold.

You are too easily lost among the crowd, and it is also hard to become one of its elites.

So Aomo emphasized to them a 'network'.

Closing doors and making carts is useless; seeking help from others is the suitable choice for the vast majority.

In a civilization with overdeveloped accumulation, most paths an individual can research are blocked; every brilliant idea in your mind is likely already tread by others, and only the collision of ideas with each other can yield some novelty.

Back then, horse girls didn't need trainers to make a name in races, whereas nowadays active horse girls are almost always paired with trainers.

Because trainers are precisely those who summarize all her past methods and attempt to push out the old and bring in the new as a 'military advisor'.

Effort is effort, success is success.

Effort does not necessarily lead to success; success requires a successful method.

In such a method, effort is merely a process, not a fundamental element.

The true fundamental element is desire.

Better yet, it is strong desire.

In a society of fierce cutthroat competition, there are countless slackers who lie flat; Aomo does not look down on these people, after all, even slacking and lying flat creates value, just as in an online game, casual players are usually part of the experience for heavy spenders.

You cannot say casual players are completely worthless; rather, they support the game's foundation.

And heavy spenders determine how high the game can reach.

What's more, Aomo himself is often a casual player.

Occasionally, laziness occupies the mind, and in certain matters one chooses to slack, calling it efficiency.

But for those who do not want to slack and should not slack, do they also need a 'trainer'?

They certainly do.

But a life trainer is usually played by countless people together, and one must seek them out oneself.

And what determines whether they can find them is that fundamental element called 'strong desire'.

The stronger the desire, the more outstanding the achievement; even the so-called effort is merely a sprout born from the craving driven by strong desire, so he bluntly struck at all employees' pasts in the meeting.

To awaken desire, to give birth to longing, it is not merely the yearning of a painted cake; there should also be regret for what is not attained.

Aomo Lindun is merely a demon, of half-baked bloodline, having never taken any soul via contract.

But he, through studying human theory, is deeply versed in the arts of moving hearts.

Carefree ease is unattainable; nobody is like Bi Ze, who has washed his hands of the past, with no attachment to or nostalgia for the past, nor any grand vision for the future.

Contentment and happiness is a very distant word; self-contented joy is likewise a realm they cannot attain.

But he still did not want to see this batch of 'supermen' fallen to this point; they ought to have been unique subjects of observation, each with stories he had never heard of in the work 'Superman Fantasy'.

And they should also create their own entirely new stories, rather than being left here to become a lump of mud.

So Aomo had no choice but to give them such a lesson.

But when he looked back, he again had to face those innately lustful.

Horse girls.

Born with a passion for running, once they become self-aware, they must plunge into the torrent of competition as strange spirits.

They naturally pursue being the fastest and strongest, thereby forging a competitive spirit that can be called abnormal for their kind.

This is like the fire sickness of Tan District in the past, or the Paris syndrome of the Jidong District, because there are so many cases that it is regarded as a collective abnormality.

Innumerable legends, innumerable fine tales, innumerable miracles have arisen from this, built upon innumerable failures.

In the horse racing industry, "outstanding talent" is the least valuable thing.

Even if one is a one-in-a-hundred talent, winning the regional race championship is extremely difficult, and the so-called one-in-a-million—whether one can win a G1 in a lifetime—is worrisome.

What a trainer can do is to let the talented one ascend to the highest peak they can reach.

But even so, it is usually hard to satisfy the horse girls.

For what they want to surpass is often not themselves, but others.

In every horse girl's life, more or less, there is a so-called 'rival', a so-called 'archenemy'.

Even if it is only one-sidedly considered, it's fine; if it is mutual, it becomes an even better tale.

And trainers usually also take pleasure in seeing it come to fruition.

After all, a stage without opponents is always lonely.

Some power only erupts when there is an opponent.

Even if you chose a goal that could never be pursued, you have still blossomed with all the brilliance you are capable of—

And can this saying be said to that chattering Sirius?

Raising a hand to sweep past the female coworker from the logistics company asking about recent news of coming to work, the little Aomo Lindun, piloting the machine named Mefilas, hesitated for a moment.

Even if his body turned into a child, his mind remained……very much that of a child.

Try not to let words and actions carry a hint of emotion caused by hormones.

Recalling the memories of his nineteen-year-old youth, striving to imitate, achieving eighty percent would be the utmost.

Listening to this person complain about having heard from the family the preparations for the comeback announcement of the Ludaofu Symbol, from trying to inquire about the text not being agreed upon as 'unreasonable', to still being able to hear such news as 'absurd' even though he is nearly semi-retired, and from him being to act as its trainer, while he absolutely must see how he trains the Ludaofu Symbol's 'greeting'.

Finally, he also mentioned a few times that they had been in the Symbol Family since childhood, receiving education from the same batch of trainer team, their 'past'.

Each of her words seemed to hint at some purpose, and together they formed a certain clear indication, while little Aomo did not really want to decide for his future self.

In contemporary society, the outstanding all take strong desire as their guide, while Aomo Lindun's childhood had already been meticulous about suppressing desire, becoming a background figure.

Thus the seeds of disaster were sown for the later accumulation of darkness.

But even if he realized this from the youth's memories, the child does not intend to act rashly.

He merely continued in the guise of Mefilas, practicing taiji, ultimately ending with a "see you tomorrow"; preparing to send off the other party, he then felt someone poking his shoulder, turning his head to see Ailisuzhi approaching, pointing him toward the entrance of the training field diagonally ahead.

There, a dog-woman warrior bearing a divine aura was bringing along a young woman wearing a Tressen uniform, chatting and laughing; looking this way, they even cast glances and waved from afar.

And he wanted to turn into particles of dust and leave this place.

In Central Tressen, there is only one horse girl who, with the mature physique of someone two or three years out of graduation, still wears the uniform of Tressen University.

Ludaofu Symbol.

When it appears, it also draws countless gazes and crowds gathering around the training field.

All the more wanting to leave……

Watching the opponent submerged by the crowd, little Aomo thought thus.