Chapter 1181: NO.85: How could there be an ace and not have this?

NO. 85: How could there be an ace and not have this?

It is well known that the school dormitories of Central Toresen only have three.

One is Meipo Dormitory, two is Lisong Dormitory, provided for students.

Three is the trainers' apartments, belonging to the staff dormitories.

And that senior high school's rear building refers to the trainers' apartments.

And the "ghost of the horse girl in the trainers' apartments" is itself a long-standing rumor of Central Toresen; there's no need for Aomo to have the witch beast urgently process public information—the AI Three Goddesses can on their own immediately trace back to the earliest hearsay records.

November 26, eight years ago.

At that time, Ludolf was still a middle schooler, Qianming and Ace Brother had just set foot on the racetrack, and Aomo had already finished elementary school—meaning sixth grade—and had not yet begun gathering information on Central Toresen.

And from the information gathered by the AI Three Goddesses, it's not hard to analyze that this rumor originates from a criminal case that occurred earlier in the trainers' apartment area.

A trainer murdered someone and hid the corpse in the dormitory; the victim's identity was a horse girl who had once refused to sign a contract invitation.

Because it happened in Central Toresen, the nature was even more heinous; the sky‑covering news reports and case analyses carried a sense of shocking the federation, and even Aomo, who at that time was not yet a professional follower of horse girls, had an impression of this matter—though the details still needed confirmation with the aid of Crystal Core's memory.

Also, because the incident's nature was extremely heinous, the follow‑up handling was a major operation.

It was also a public apology at the school's press conference, and also letting the Blessed Gospel class undergo baptismal purification; after that, the URA Association further issued several new restrictions on trainers, and the now notoriously strict screening threshold for Central Toresen trainers is also closely related to that incident.

Even now, Chancellor Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan has successively placed Aomo and Xiao Lu into trainer positions, and this has also been used by people to make an issue of the incident.

Ten years is neither long nor short, but for certain groups with longer lifespans and special time perceptions, it feels as if it's right before their eyes.

Those elders with considerable influence in the circle often have a somewhat pathological protective instinct toward horse girls, whose occupational lifespan is extremely low; this also greatly contributes to the rise in horse girls' crime rate, prompting many recent experts to condemn this over‑correction.

Know that, more often than not, the weaker side between trainers and horse girls is the trainers.

This is not only because conscientious trainers are usually too busy to engage in self‑cultivation, but also because, even in the public sphere and opinion standings, the prestige of horse girls is far superior to that of trainers.

This is just like the relationship between an idol and a producer.

Forever shining on stage is the idol, while the busy producer behind the scenes—how could they compete for glory?

Even though the association in recent years has tried to bundle trainers and horse girls together for image promotion, and has even seen initial results like Nishizaki Yutaka, that one person's success compared to the whole industry is still a drop in the bucket.

Let alone the difficulty of replication—who could have under their command a horse girl lineup with astonishing achievements like Tokubetsu Shu, Dazhenhan, and Tokai Emperor to provide a foundation for promotion?

Such a trainer world, if compared to the horse girl side, would be even more utterly incomparable.

Yet even in this reality, there will still be horse‑girl cooks shouting in the circle that horse girls are weak.

They will shout that, based on the average value that trainers can cultivate at least ten or more horse girls over their careers, bundling trainers and horse girls together for promotion will soon turn into trainers' reputation overshadowing that of horse girls.

That statement is not wrong; the industry ultimately is a flow of horse girls and a solid core of trainers. If one could accumulate the reputations of several generations of horse girls, the trainers' fan count surpassing that of horse girls would be a matter of time.

But such fan power and the fan power of horse girls are clearly not the same thing.

The notion that trainers will oppress horse girls is yet another matter.

But such a long‑standing deficit ledger, in the end, is not something that the Linton trainers, who never expected to make it big in this field from the start, would pay attention to.

Even if he built a big‑data social work library dedicated to gathering information on horse girls from all fields, this noisy debate about whether horse girls or trainers steal the spotlight would be the first useless information to be filtered out.

Getting back to the point, the case from that year was already settled back then; the victim's soul, unwilling to rest, was active online for a while, and any later so‑called ghost rumors are merely people adding embellishments to the original incident.

In the classic ghost‑story segment of the girls' pajama parties, just taking past history and loosely reworking it can scare friends badly; then, when friends who feel unbalanced edit and repost it online, other interested horse‑girl girls will pass it along—

——under such developments the rumor gradually takes shape, and of course there could not possibly be a real ghost.

Even if there were, it would most likely be a mistaken identity by coincidence, or else be impersonated by a malicious ghost.

As for rumors spread too widely, strengthened by human‑heart meme fabrication…… this kind of ghost whose fidelity is determined by spread level will instead stay faithfully at the site of the rumor.

In other words, if it truly existed, it would have been easily discovered by the original tea seat.

But since it doesn't exist, what else is there to say?

Or go look at the one locked in the box, paying homage to the legendary treasure‑chest‑headed Sai Luo Ultraman.

At the dormitory entrance where many trainers gather and wait, greeted by the security's 'enthusiastic' welcome, Xiao Lu, together with Aomo, under the gazes of countless seniors, leads a small group of horse girls theoretically barred from entering the trainers' dormitory into the 'treasure‑box room' where Sai Luo is.

"This is the place."

"Make good use of this opportunity."

"Huh?"

Just after Xiao Lu led the way in, hearing Aomo's sudden remark, he instinctively froze.

"So many trainer seniors aren't eating but are gathered here waiting for you to come back and settle this," he patted Chao Cang Lu on the shoulder, "settling this will win the favor of many seniors, which is quite important for your current situation."

"Ah, yes," Xiao Lu nodded respectfully, then immediately thought, "But Aomo‑san, aren't you the same?"

"You guys are the experts at handling problems; I'm just——"

"I'll say this is your solution," Aomo bluntly interrupted, then turned to look front and back, "No problem, everyone?"

"Whatever, though his body seems rather special—can't—"

"Cannot." This cut off Suzi's unexpected bold idea, and Aomo received a unanimous response from the others.

He then turned his head and jerked his chin at Xiao Lu.

"You heard that? Don't mind Suzi's words—this time you are fully in charge."

"But… why?" Xiao Lu really didn't understand.

These days he has also registered a social‑media account for the horse‑racing circle, followed industry news, and never missed updates from people he knows; he even once fought for Aomo‑san's reputation—only to be beaten black‑and‑blue, nearly losing his mother.

Let alone whether that mother's position is occupied by someone, and if so whether to fill it with Fugui Chuk, Lili, or Shigeki Ariri— the Imperial Crown Prince has indeed done no research on reputation and public opinion trends, so he can only be a willing but powerless spectator.

When facing Aomo, he dares not even speak of his own online exploits, seemingly applying his experience with Miyyu to Aomo.

Childish Asaseyi is generally like that.

Aomo doesn't mind this either; he just feels that, precisely because of this, Sai Luo ought to show some senior‑like adult poise, and as a result everyone knows it.

Sai Luo's performance in the mischief domain has already easily surpassed Jied.

"I've become a campus celebrity these days—can't the guard even call my name? Is it this box?"

"Mm‑ah, yes!"

Watching Aomo with both hands braced on the edge of the large black wooden box, Xiao Lu nodded vigorously.

"This reputation really is somewhat complicated; I can't be bothered to salvage it either, because the efficiency is too low, or rather, the input and output are not proportional."

Leaning on the metal rim, he turned to look at Chazuo, who had leaned in to observe nearby, and Aizhi beside her, and Aomo whispered, "Any reaction?"

"'Seems…' Chazuo furrowed her brow slightly, likewise speaking softly, 'There really is a fluctuation of spirit particles, and it feels somewhat familiar…'"

"'That's really rare…' Aomo sighed softly, his eyes turning into demonic patterns, observing the wooden box that looked somewhat flashy on the outside, yet he didn't forget to continue responding to Xiao Lu: 'Although this side isn't proportional, if this merit were given to you, with your Jie De Ultraman's starting point, it would surely be able to normally convert into positive reputation.'"

"With such efficiency, it's hard not to let go, right?"

Having said that, he raised his hand to signal everyone to stay alert, and immediately transformed into a demon right there.

"Well then, let's get back to the point—let's see how much battery Sai Luo's game machine has left——?"

He flung open the wooden box, which offered little resistance, and was able to see in that scene a murky halo of variegated colors, like detergent under sunlight, together with the blurry humanoid figure within.

For Aomo, this truly was a scene that could awaken childhood memories.

"……" This isn't an Alien, is it?!