Chapter 1118

NO. 23: Managing the campus network AI three goddesses: What the b commotion?

It must be due to my own impure thoughts causing a perceptual mismatch…… I withdrew my gaze that had risen because I noticed the other's field of view; Aomo rarely encounters such a dilemma of advance and retreat.

One direction is bizarre; once you try to extend it, it will 'idol collapse', and it also represents a deterioration of interpersonal relationships.

Another direction, while reasonable, means I have fallen into a mediocre person who cannot control the yellow waste in my brain.

Regardless of which possibility, it is not what he wants, but he also does not want to escape reality.

So at this moment, upon gaining feeling from this second eye contact, he hesitantly made a judgment leaning toward the second direction.

... Although his gaze is still somewhat out of line, at least it truly matches the look of a hunter eyeing prey.

He no longer gives him that sentimental feeling; instead, there is a certain dazzling and nostalgic aura.

So...

Is it really my own illusion?

What changed is not her, but my own brain…… To be frank, it's normal for young people to think wildly after encountering risqué content.

Just like a certain alien who has recently been out of touch, even the frequency of posting risqué pictures in the group has plummeted off a cliff; as a friend, Aomo cannot bear to expose what that person is secretly up to.

But not exposing him does not mean I accept that I am the same.

Aomo Lindun has always been tolerant of those around him, but he himself never wants to let up.

Because he knows very well that, compared to the gradual collapse of ordinary people's defenses, someone like him is either an impregnable fortress or suffers total defeat.

The more someone can resist temptation, the more thoroughly they will fall at the critical moment of decadence.

Therefore, there cannot be the slightest relaxation.

Although he no longer pursues a lifestyle as cold as a machine, his life and work still need to be built upon the track of rationality.

Otherwise, it would not just be a scandal, but a catastrophe.

Having no restraint against idols, no restraint against dark emotions, and not even control over the power in hand… I suppose I could really go be a boss in a movie version for someone else.

As for why it's only a movie version, not a full TV series… can only say the Federation's waters are still pretty deep.

Not to mention the areas registered by the Light Country Office that differ from the younger senior characters; just the Blessed Gospel Class and the Wastetime Association—these departmental organizations, and even including the Demon Realm region—could yield characters that bring endless surprises.

Smart villains will focus on development; the result of directly declaring war on all nations is extremely likely to be a lightning‑fast flop, lying on the ground asking if reconciliation is possible.

But even if they painstakingly develop for a hundred years, the days when someone else smashes them in one fell swoop are not uncommon.

If you have sufficient permission to browse the Federal Police archives, you can see many records of ambitious, grand‑talented individuals' downfalls.

According to a leak from an unnamed Brain Axe mascot, she often treats old files as an entertaining pastime; flipping through them feels like reading a novel.

And it's also urban fantasy, otherworldly xianxia online games, etc., encompassing everything, without distinction between male and female audiences.

It's a pity these aren't convenient to reveal; otherwise, Aomo would find her complaints quite interesting and would likely set aside a lot of time to chat with her.

However, this matter is indeed related to interests; those who understand, understand; it's kept anonymous.

Moreover, often both sides aren't really free.

The chat logs show a time difference; conversations together are rare, more often replies come half an hour or an hour later.

Being able to reply within five minutes counts as success.

But that's getting off track.

In fact, at this moment Aomo's mind hasn't wandered that far.

The more one pursues rationality, the more one must intentionally control the boundaries of thought, so that seemingly chaotic thoughts can quickly form a usable logical chain.

Moreover, he is currently on the Saichang.

Torisen Training Field track, 3400 meters, autumn, clear, good.

The training field system's simulated gate phantom did not prepare overly long entry times for the runners, and the phantom itself naturally has no difficulty entering.

When a nervous crown prince and a young master who keeps lightly tiptoeing, showing eagerness to try, stand side by side on the other side, Aomo also finds it hard to truly focus.

These two are really too conspicuous.

The girls in the same gate couldn't help but glance twice.

One opens with what is called the Primitive/Original Form, essentially a composite shape incorporating the power of the first generation and Belial.

The other is a robust corona form, a rare opportunity to appear, incorporating the power of Tiga and Gaus's corona.

For the sole demon present who understands Ao, this is hard to bear.

It's clear they aren't overly competing for victory, since both Sai Luo and Jie De have their own high‑speed forms.

But you can't say they're truly being courteous.

The primitive Jie De is a little bucket number; for the new Umamusume short‑distance threshold of 3400 m, it's actually a good match, while the corona Sai Luo at first glance seems slower than the Moon God Sai Luo—but it actually bursts high!

When no turning is needed, power itself can be manifested as speed; as a trainer, someone knows this all too well.

So it's hard to judge whether these two are casual or serious, and even harder to gauge their output—

Indeed, the full‑body battles of Aomo's shelter are often filmed as the neighboring Kamen Rider, showing no trace of power retention at around 50 meters, as if merely becoming a more agile human.

But there also exists a certain Hei'an giant at human size, displaying the visual impact of stopping a monster with a single finger.

Perhaps the Hei'an giant and the Ultraman race cannot be fully equated, but Aomo is very clear—these two usually show off superhuman physical traits, and after transformation now their performance can only be high, never low.

【Differentiated protection completed】

The prompt appearing before each gate from the training field system formally announces the start of the countdown.

At the same time, each of the ten on the Saichang can personally feel the immobility correction applied by the training field system based on their own data.

This is the training field design that automatically takes effect when low‑ and high‑year Umamusume compete together.

Because in the realm of horse racing, the physical qualities of low‑ and high‑year runners have always been separated by an insurmountable chasm; not to mention bodily collisions, just the gusts kicked up while running and the reinforced turf's unavoidable turbulence will severely interfere with each other's strides.

The high‑year Umamusume have long been accustomed to it and have done some counter‑training against this interference, but the low‑year girls often lack this ability.

The 'Immovable' blessing used to weaken impact and resist wind pressure has become an essential part of this kind of guidance race.

The training field system itself also shares the campus network used by the school and student council, possessing all students' training data, and its judgments are basically accurate.

It's worth noting that, right now, there are three individuals on the racecourse who aren't horse girls at all.

Although the intelligent system could also incorporate Aomo's trainer's health data into its judgment, Jie De and Sai Luo obviously did not receive such treatment.

Aomo, on the other hand, wasn't worried that they would be disturbed by this ripple; even when he used to run in the school hallway with Bai Ren and Qianming, it was no big deal, and Ultraman probably didn't care either.

He merely doubted that their ripple would interfere with others.

What needs attention on the racecourse isn't just the surroundings, but the result of the entire running team influencing each other.

Not recording the physical test data of two Ultramen makes the "Immovable" blessing level applied by this intelligence inevitably inaccurate.

Just look at Bai Ren's expression, then at Dazhenhan's eager gaze—he also silently bestowed another layer of low-threshold magic he had mastered as a student for traveling on typhoon days onto the four girls.

Immediately, withdrawing his hand amid the doubtful looks of several people, he stared ahead, waiting for the moment when the system-constructed, albeit translucent, virtual image would produce an exceptionally clear gate-opening sound.

Sai Luo, Jie De, Aomo, Miyu, Aizhi, Bopang, Chazuo, Suzi, Wangpai, Dazhenhan, Bai Ren.

Holding their own thoughts, ten silhouettes shot forward like an instant.

At that very instant, on the delay display hanging above, the moment's ranking was decided.