Chapter 1123: NO．28：Everyone Should Have Their Own Retribution, You Can't Escape

NO. 28: Everyone should have their own karmic retribution—you're not allowed to escape it.

In the common knowledge of Central Tresen, there is such a thing, called:

【All intelligent designs within Tresen Academy are connected to the campus network, monitored and managed by AI-simulated Three Goddesses.】

It's worth mentioning that, aside from the overly stubborn archive design, most facilities at Tresen Academy are quite intelligent.

The hotel-style integrated management system assisting the two dorm supervisors in controlling the safety of the two dormitories goes without saying.

Facilities such as the gymnasium, swimming pool, and performance hall also feature highly refined electronic control systems.

Among the series of functional buildings, the one that truly occupies the largest share of funding investment—almost equivalent to several functional facilities combined into one training ground—is the facility under the highest priority control of the AI Goddesses.

In fact, even without mentioning the AI Goddesses, the data recorded by the training ground itself is of utmost importance to the entire academy.

Currently, it is Terra Year 612, long past the era before the founding of the Sacred Terra Federation, when constant warfare and rudimentary facilities prevailed.

Back then, the training ground still relied on users manually recording their training data, and there was no concept of archiving.

Nowadays, trainers bringing in Umamusume don't even need to bring a stopwatch—they can simply verify their permission via badge at the training ground's edge, triggering the subsystem service.

Moreover, through a small APP synchronized and installed on the terminal, one can see the training ground system collecting and recording running data from each Umamusume under its supervision.

Time and distance, stride and frequency, burst and decay distribution of source energy arts…… and so on, and so on.

Compared to the graded quantification method mentioned by Bi Ze in that mobile game, this fine-grained quantification of various metrics is what Central trainers truly need. Ohmer's multiple late-night schedule revisions were made alongside these diverse values, greatly influencing his teaching approach.

—When Xiao Lu first decided to become a temporary trainer, he wasn't spared from Ohmer tormenting him with mathematical formulas.

Ohmer Linton is clearly a data-oriented trainer who has adapted to technological and systemic advancements; in training methods, he remains as unconventional as classical trainers, emphasizing a variety of "sudden inspirations that can be applied to training."

Precisely for this reason, when he sees the 【Record Refreshed】 moment during a training match, he immediately realizes the trouble.

Let us return to the original topic.

The so-called trouble is that the AI Three Goddesses will monitor all training ground data in real time.

Whether multithreaded or long-term continuous, this is difficult for ordinary people, but effortless for AI—basic among basics.

Admittedly, if only the AI Three Goddesses noticed, it wouldn't even be a problem.

Although his relationship with the official Three Goddesses isn't particularly harmonious, the AI Three Goddesses have at least not had any conflicts with him. Though his impression of AI Hodafin Arabia is quite unpleasant—and even noticed by the 'person' himself—the latter does not retaliate with hostility due to his discomfort.

On the contrary, every appearance of AI Hodafin Arabia carries goodwill, as if it were her fundamental logic setting, leaving Ohmer with a subtle sense of indebtedness.

Thinking that if only those few AIs knew, there might still be room to communicate and cover it up.

But there is one thing he knows all too well.

That is: nine out of ten things in life go against one's wishes.

He never held such optimistic expectations, so when Autumn River Maki's call came, though he remained silent, he was not surprised.

He only felt a weary "Ah, I really can't escape this after all."

He once heard that if people constantly sigh and lament, they age particularly fast.

He doesn't know whether the same rule applies to a 19-year-old demon…

Holding this melancholy, he gestured to Chimi to go handle Narita Hakujin's abnormality first, while he himself had to carefully explain the situation.

Although the training ground's data recording itself includes basic confidentiality to avoid certain dark competitive practices, running—serving as a result verification—does not belong to training but to assessment.

Yet it gets incorporated into the vast ocean of data within the training ground itself.

All running competition data from the past century on that track—parallel races, freshman selection meets, internal events—are stored in the same interval, with a dedicated leaderboard established for this purpose.

Once you realize this, you can more clearly understand why Ohmer was drenched in sweat at that time.

Honestly, this feeling is quite familiar.

Just yesterday, he had already experienced the bewildering sensation of suddenly jumping to first place on the leaderboard.

Even the message assistant he hired sent complaints during work hours, still reminding him to upgrade his package.

Now, his messages need protection not only from fans and water armies, but also from rival mercenaries conducting espionage—protection strength has suddenly increased significantly, to the point where even Witch Beasts can't sit still for a moment.

After that headache-inducing ordeal passed, the next arrival was the 5,927-year-old brat!

What? You want me to stop him?

How? Fight him?

Pure precision control won't hold him—he's already strengthened into a Solar Crown, his wild burst form seen before; if you can't act on his spirit, then you've got no choice but to fight.

If we start fighting, do you still want this school?

Admittedly, as an employee and as someone who deeply respects Chairman Autumn River, Ohmer's actual explanation could never be this sharp.

Not only can he not be that sharp, he must try to frame this incident as a grand coincidence born from various misunderstandings.

After all, the involved parties are numerous and significant—this "weight" isn't just about mass, but about how much he values them.

The four junior girls under him need no mention; Bai Ren and Zhenzhen's clearly fulfilled appearances are too precious to destroy, and the Ace Brother, missing for days, has only recently been found and is now living peacefully—adding it all up, as the origin of everything, Xiao Lu, and as the core of the chaos, Sero… the problem lies precisely with these two Aos!

But even these two Aos: the former, carrying that pitiful little black-haired girl, is truly the victim.

As for the latter…… he really wants to bury him in the ground, planning to find a good opportunity soon to carry out a sneak attack.

Yet, facing Chairman Autumn River, he still decides to give him some face.

Currently, Sero is a complete unemployed wanderer, able to appear at Tresen only thanks to Autumn River Maki's openness; conversely, if her impression worsens, Sero can only crawl.

What about Ultraman? Can Ultraman just openly invade the campus?

This is Tresen! It's you lot who should roll away. jpg

If we take this seriously, Central's security isn't something that can be fooled by the Light Nation's nonexistent conditions.

A group of retired Umamusume-trained martial arts security big sisters and aunts—usually unseen, simply because there's no opportunity to act.

They can stop various perverted fanatics with impressive skills; though they may not match Sero—who, even in Light Nation terms, is an anomaly—in two moves, detection and interception are still within their capability.

So the face that should be given must still be given.

Moreover, honestly speaking, what Sero did isn't small, nor is it large.

He turned his head, looking toward the side where Chimi was calling out to Bai Ren, who was receiving an injection via the medical-assisted treatment arm.

The biggest beneficiary of dragging himself and Jie De onto the field, it would be more accurate to say it was Bai Ren rather than a milk bath.

The one who led from the start until Dazhenhan overtook her at the very end still displayed a frenzied demeanor that surprised him; as a fan who had once studied and analyzed her match recordings, Aomo naturally understood what that meant.

The former king's resurgence, the hungry wolf's return…… he saw on the field that Dazhenhan Miss showed Bai Ren a wholehearted respect, and could sense there might be some hidden matter between them, but Bai Ren's abnormality pointed unmistakably to himself from beginning to end.

This undeniable fact prevented him from blaming Sai Luo, who, eager to try, had 'tied' himself onto the field, and Sai Luo's final round of neural blades, too, had greeted Aomo before execution.

He naturally had full confidence in his comrades, and Aomo indeed found it hard to ignore that trust.

At other times, he would probably feel somewhat moved.

But then, he could only curse and swear.

That anger was utterly genuine, yet his habitual calm during review prevented him from finding any fault in it.

One collision took Dazhenhan's victory and interrupted Bai Ren's obviously excessive, self-forgetting frenzy that his body could not endure.

The obvious convulsions in the demon's embrace were clearly not due to the storm collision Sai Luo carried when leaping out, but rather the side effect of her own body's overload.

Aomo could not say whether Sai Luo had noticed this.

Perhaps she hadn't noticed at all, but her childishness flared up.

Or perhaps she had noticed, but still her childishness flared up.

In any case, Aomo felt this earnestness was emotionally unacceptable, very hard to swallow, and thought he must bury Sai Luo underground once.

Yet even while smoothing things over with the chairman, saying this was merely a match that at most needed minor repairs to training facility maintenance, he managed to calm the situation.

Today was also a holiday, and moreover the Chrysanthemum Award was underway, so no one was seen using the training field; unless one was some obsessive fixated on every bit of news about the training field, one would likely not notice what was happening—however…… something felt off.

While smoothing things over, Aomo felt that Chairman Qiu Chuan's basic mood was not pleasant either; even without knowing the details, his tone already differed noticeably from usual.

Perhaps he would have to use that Seven Injuries Fist……

Turning his head again, he saw Qianming yank aside the curtain, a phantom clearly in the act of pulling up Bai Ren's sports top, applying something to it, and under the influence of his quality, Aomo once again turned back.

The obvious change still originated from himself……

In this situation where it seemed impossible to remain detached no matter what, meaningless persistence would likely, should… certainly be discarded.

And once discarded, it could still bring him a heavier blow than burying Sai Luo underground.

"Your Excellency Chairman, this…… I have a proposal, based on the premise of widely promoting this incident within the school, you can listen to see if it works."