Chapter 1184: NO．88：Skills Have Their Own Specialty

NO．88：Skills Have Their Own Specialty

Sometimes, some things, when you decide not to think about them, you will discover that they are revealing their presence in another way.

Then you cannot help but recall that line: 'This time there happens to be an opportunity, bumping into the dreams of many horse girls all strung together—how refreshing to watch!'

When the sight of countless horse girls advancing side by side enters the eye, no matter what kind of horse girl enthusiast will find it hard to forget, even if it is in a dream.

Without a doubt, this refers to the scenery Aomo saw in his dream late last night.

Such scenery, frankly speaking, is very strange.

Even if only recent dream experiences are gradually becoming clear, Aomo has already begun to summarize some speculations that have not yet been refuted, but may also not hold up.

From the previous dream stage, whether it is a record unfolding based on Aomo's past or Ling's past, combined with the mainstream framework of the Federation's dream‑server research, Aomo has good reason to guess that each of those previously unfolding dreams is a small‑scale construction akin to a private room on a dream server.

Compared with the large server that hosts the subconscious of countless people, a small server merely relies on the subconscious of a single‑digit 'dream master' to support all the dream's material.

Although not very diverse nor sufficiently authentic, it mainly advertises itself as cheap and convenient.

In the Federation's dream‑server setup, such specifications are quite common—so common that, when Aomo tries to understand Ling's actions, he subconsciously takes this as a reference.

Although it does not rule out more fantastical unknown possibilities, people always analyze the unknown through the known, thereby expanding the boundaries of knowledge.

Aomo is no exception.

So when he faces that scene of ten thousand horses galloping, he subconsciously thinks of Chazuo.

From the former double‑row to the current triple‑row, this sudden drastic shift in style makes him inevitably look toward the most obvious variable, only to hear the expert bluntly throw out the truth.

It must be said, this is a big deal.

I had thought the girls were NPCs, but in fact each of them is a dream master; I had thought the situation was just a triple‑row, but it turned out to be a mistaken entry into a super‑large room, and Ling even denied tampering with others' dreams, implying that the mastermind behind all this is someone else.

But…

Is it necessary to manage this?

They are just running freely.

They are merely pursuing their respective locked‑on goals even in the dream.

This might be a large‑scale team‑building activity within some horse‑girl circle, a part that my previous information network could not reach, and perhaps as a newcomer trainer I still lack the qualifications to learn such secrets… In the dream, Aomo once thought of waiting until he woke up to ask Xiqifeng.

He had not thought of stopping it, nor paid it much mind; instead, he naturally sat together with Chazuo and Ling on that high‑platform pavilion, overlooking the sports meet.

Whenever an outstanding horse girl appeared, he could give her a brief introduction and commentary.

Occasionally there would also be a classmate whom Chazuo merely knew, giving her a chance to participate in the introduction and add to it.

Looking back, that scene felt somewhat like an old‑timer and a light enthusiast from the circle jointly giving newcomers a popular science introduction.

Regardless of whether Ling intended to get hooked, the atmosphere was indeed quite good.

As for when those horse girls stopped and dispersed… those questions faded with the alcohol, and upon waking, compared with the earlier plan of 'going back to ask Xiqifeng,' he found himself, in his habitual recollection review, suspicious of the doubtful points where dream and reality meet.

After that, everything became very clear.

Early in the morning, a brainstorming session hit a deadlock, yet people still had to go to work.

Aomo, who had set the whole matter aside for the sake of his work state, now seemed to be caught up again by it.

Baffling cause and effect—perhaps only by inviting Miss Shu could it be fully clarified, achieving the logical completion that rational people cannot let go of.

But perhaps Miss Shu would not cooperate, he thought.

These two days, he specially made time to visit the Luo De Island forum, extracted the keyword 'Shu', and reached an unexpected conclusion: Miss Shu does not frequently exercise her authority.

Or rather, she seems to resist utilitarian uses, and is vague toward others' utilitarian requests.

Clearly, I have already used it here several times……

For the time being, he had no leisure to untangle those differences and conflicts; Aomo, who was thinking inside the glass cover, merely looked ahead at the somewhat spirit‑ailing Yabo person, then lowered his voice to ask Sai Luo:

"Is that guy's subconscious link not counting the ace?"

Although 'ACE' is an easily ambiguous title, to reveal the 'King‑Card Brother'‑style epithet might later be settled, you can always trust Aomo Lindun's restraint in addressing, and likewise trust Sai Luo's grasp of the matter.

"No, but I'm still doubtful—can that guy's mental state really recognize Ace?"

"He's mentioned the aura before—probably just relying on its density to respond."

Although the Yabo people's way of judgment is also a kind of alien culture worth studying, for Aomo, whose light screen has already been poked, it counts as completely impure.

"You're not operating the terminal, are you?" Sai Luo lowered his voice, yet still carried a hint of bewilderment like someone stuck in Bengbu.

"There's no signal here; I've only played single‑player games before……

Although it is strong testimony, it is not something he can say with confidence, making his voice sound embarrassed.

"This place should be blocking all electromagnetic signals."

"In an interdimensional space, that ought to be the case." Aomo gave a slight nod.

He was not a first‑timer to such places; the former Universe Commerce Alliance starship base also operated in similar locales, and he had mentioned back then that interdimensional navigation for the Federation is not exactly unheard of.

Even many important trades rely on such routes.

Therefore, regarding interdimensional space, the Federation also has many professional compendiums introducing it.

The more common ones have already been fully summarized.

Those still under exploration have unclear content and may be overturned at any time.

Furthermore, there are interdimensional‑space categories that remain unexplored, existing only as various hypotheses—these are not widespread but can be used as trivia to pose as a skeleton king; Aomo Lindun's reserves contain plenty of them.

Among these, there is no Yabo solution for interdimensional space, but there are summarized several coping strategies for facing unexplored space.

However, for ordinary Federation citizens, the solutions mentioned in those books are really just for glancing at, with little reference value.

The simpler and cruder the method, the stronger its effect, and the more it deviates from reality—whether equipment, technique, or even strength, the entry threshold is too high.

But for Aomo, among those, the method widely regarded as having the highest threshold and being the most brutally effective is precisely his only available option.

"Gillvalis."

The inorganic tone interpreted the illusory outline flashing behind Aomo, but when it suddenly sounded, everyone's gaze instinctively turned toward Meipu Bopang, thinking she had broken the 'soft‑speech rule'.

The result, however, was seeing the dragon‑shaped mechanical outline behind Aomo, illusory as a hallucination, flicker and disappear.

Immediately afterward, one saw the Yaboren busy at the control console ahead, back turned to everyone, suddenly go into a frenzy, as if struck by a sudden illness, the amplitude of their operations increasing, their muttering also sounding a bit flustered.

But even so, he did not turn his head, as if the screen had firmly attracted him, to the point that he ignored the rising and falling phone notification sounds behind him.

【Yuehuanshe: Can everyone receive it?

Now everyone can communicate directly via mobile phone.

And,

I have already sent a message to Wangpai, waiting for her to come, then we will go out directly】

Equipment enhancement, data erosion, permission overwriting.

The Yaboren's technology is indeed excellent, and moreover they have achieved astonishing outstanding accomplishments in extra-dimensional infrastructure and biotechnology.

However, in the field of electronic components, precision instruments, and data construction, it is the Kexiya people who have created planet-devouring catastrophes such as Jierbalisi that are undoubtedly the more technologically advanced.