Chapter 1410

NO．26： Devil's Joy

Actually, under the condition of being fully surveilled by the AI Three Goddesses' gaze—making it impossible to escape the Dharma Eye—it brings not only the pressure of being watched, but also a silent acknowledgment.

Just as believers who have broken their vows often argue, "If I did wrong, the god would punish me; since the god did nothing, I must not have done wrong"—in another world, this is often a twisted logic that makes believers extremely angry, but in the Terra Federation, where gods often walk the earth, this saying does hold some truth.

Although there may be the embarrassing case of a certain Rainbow Snake God long avoiding communication with believers, there also exist genuine pioneers who earnestly listen to the voices of all people.

In fact, the gods with the most followers are often of this kind.

After all, the circle of deities is just like that bunch in the demon realm's churches competing for votes, with competition over incense and followers.

Thus, the Rainbow Snake God and Ren Dragon—these nature gods, and the Three Goddesses who personally created a race, i. e., race gods that forged their own iron rice bowls, as well as certain deities who ascended through their own cultivation, can be exempt from the suffering of this service industry.

Aomo is clearly a non-believer; despite having a Ren dragon above his head and three goddesses at his post, he still cannot be turned into a believer.

But it is undeniable that the territory he inhabits is indeed controlled by three cyber deities.

Within this school building complex, where aside from the publicly accessible archives everything is relatively intelligent, the abilities of the AI three goddesses even surpass those of the three true deities, achieving genuine overall control—and then they dump all executive duties onto the local authority.

Shrugging it off isn't a problem; as long as they let their actions run free, Aomo knows he is walking on a path they permit, even hope for.

Whether true deities or cyber deities, they all harbor love for that pair of horse girls and their cultivators, longing to see them shine as much as possible. The so-called flash, glitter—all are a series of names for a race, originating here, stemming from an unchanged expectation over time—this comes from Chairman Thus we output: Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan's personal recounting of its origin, giving Aomo a slight feeling; etched in his heart, it also becomes one of the core drives and foundations of his current actions.

Unlike the gods, demons are still far from reaching the level of love in every aspect.

He merely likes it.

Because of the shared expectation in their hearts for glittering things, they rejoice and thus embark on their own actions.

Without universal love for all beings, only small, surrounding desires are considered—but even so, it remains a especially precious thing in this present Telesen.

Those countless individuals who harbor great love and wish to improve the industry all focus on constructing the larger environment, attempting to deepen the traces of horse racing within civilization, in order to carve the ivory tower mass-producing 'fine horse girls' with even finer detail.

Yet they completely ignore it, or perhaps simply refuse to face the vastness of this world.

Besides horse racing, there are still many manifestations in this world.

Away from school, horse girls' tracks are everywhere.

Upon contact with the outside world, their lives become filled with unprecedented variety and danger.

The ivory tower that envelops countless horse-eared girls grows ever more perfect; the girls apart from the tower become ever more fragile, which in turn indirectly pressures the trainers to improve themselves, driving them down a path of intensifying competition that borders on suffocation.

If this continues, it is likewise a marathon of incessant coughing up blood and relentless running.

Because you lack the power to change the whole world, and you continually overlook the world's complexity while seeking to carve your own circle into ever greater simplicity and purity.

This direction is completely mistaken, especially as one pursues simplicity and purity while simultaneously using idolization to push them into a sea of desire.

This just falls again into the Jidong-style idolization trap.

The swimming pool, for a vigorous youngster like Chao Cang Lu, can be considered a test akin to the gym.

From tank tops, bandeaus, and yoga pants to one-piece swimsuits and competitive swimwear, regardless of whether they are flat or curvaceous, the horse girls' physiques ultimately surpass the general outside standard; each is accustomed to the occasional trainers present in the facility, and some can even turn the tables to critique the physiques of trainers who come wearing swimwear.

Evidently, they are accustomed to the trainers' presence, but the trainers may not be accustomed to them.

Especially for some youngsters who have just arrived this year.

A reaction like Xiao Lu's—extremely stiff, with eyes constantly lowered to the floor tiles or even to the phone he pulls out—is pretty much standard among them; Aomo can spot several at a glance, inevitably reminding him of those 'boys entering girls' school' works that still have a market to this day.

At this point, one must also look to the senior—

——the Fuladeshu who, in the swimming pool, is bundled up just like me, wearing that splendid attire reminiscent of a formal gown, presents a gentle, kind demeanor toward everyone, as if each were his granddaughter.

In terms of age, he is already of an ancestor's ancestor generation, but considering that heroic spirits are essentially data lifeforms, frozen in state before being summoned from human history, his age is still counted as 45 from his lifetime.

Although not old, his appearance is that of a dignified, handsome uncle, yet the weathered gaze that seems to sigh over peace and joy still makes him feel like an old man.

But he is an old man with not-too-bad receptivity.

"Japanese idols, huh… that reminds me of a girl who constantly clings to her master, who once seriously talked about the harshness of the idol scene, and then……"

"Then you have to let that master come to guard her, saying things like combat power doesn't matter, he just standing there can be of great use, and so on?"

"Pretty much, you really are clear, huh," said the artificial vampire who, despite not being pure, can likewise stroll about in broad daylight, as he lifted the tea the demon brought and lamented, "Just thinking back to seven months ago, Morrison still complained to me that you're not good with women—it really feels like a world apart."

"But if those seven months were placed in wartime, they'd also count as ever-changing, right." Aomo said, glancing toward Aizhi, who was the first to reach the finish line in the pool, and then catching a glance at the time.

The side effect of the medicine, being three years younger, had only lasted her a single night; she has now returned to a height of about 1.6 meters, with a slightly plump figure, which complements the similarly second-round Bourbon on the other side, both enough to make Xiao Lu's face flush and ears red.

After all, just a junior trainer—truly pathetic. jpg

Meanwhile, the real trainers have already had a Big Bang in their brains, pondering the verification results of the earlier 'stacking numbers by borrowing age difference'.

"That's right."

The Fuladeshu III nearest to the cosmic Big Bang knows nothing of it, merely responding with a sip of tea, waiting for Aomo's next remark: "Time only fades in peaceful years, and I always excel at finding some conflict in peaceful years."

"Just like you said about the horse racing industry?"

"If you were to tell my words to a stranger, they'd only say you're worrying over nothing and indulging in wild fantasies," the conclusion already reached in his mind—optimistic but still needing multiple verifications—Aomo turned his head to glance at Xiao Lu beside him and said, "The horse racing industry is thriving, trainer recruitment is steadily improving, no one would think this major direction has gone wrong—until a few years later, when horse‑girl‑related crimes become too numerous to cover up and could even fill the top ten of sports‑scandal headlines, will those people finally begin to lack confidence."

But it's merely a lack of confidence; those who ought to be stubborn will still be stubborn.

"Ah?"

Even if he had previously heard nothing but vague murmurs, this sentence, being both concise and stimulating, made Xiao Lu immediately lift his head.

"Ah? A rice bath?!"

He buried his head again, letting Aomo see him turn his head toward the black‑haired horse girl beside him who, like the other classmates, had changed into a one‑piece swimsuit.

"Is a rice bath like this… strange?" Not expecting the trainer‑brother to react this way to a rice bath, he directed his helpless gaze toward the trainer he had always had in mind beside the Bourbon.

"I think it's quite normal, even praiseworthy as cute—do you agree? Fuladeshu."

"Indeed, a very cute child—this boy is probably shy."

"Fuladeshu!"

Among courteous, well‑behaved people, terms of address for elders always spread quickly.

"Eh? Really?"

"I'm actually more curious about what exactly you've been training these past months."

He's never been to the gym, the swimming pool feels like a first encounter, and although his daily impressions had been of this person's trainer work gradually getting on track, how does he now look so disabled?

How?

You want to, like the mobile game you play with Bi Ze, a high-intensity specialized training program, to train a Mi Yu with extremely skewed stats?

"Jie, Jie Mei Si says, full-body muscle group coordination exercise and cardiopulmonary strengthening can be substituted with other training!" For the sake of his career's integrity, Xiao Lu immediately lifted his head and argued, "We should try to avoid getting near water! Water brings misfortune."

"That sounds like something a vampire would say." Dracula gave a sharp critique.

"The trainer Jie Mei Si is cursed and often experiences misfortune together with this classmate Mi Yu." Aomo gave a brief introduction.

"I see, that was my rash judgment, sorry."

"Eh? No, it's fine, and Mi Yu, you also... uh... Aomo-san, can you explain what you just said?!"

Although relatively more open-minded, in practice he still takes very seriously remarks related to 'vampire,' and would even apologize for rashly using his evaluation to judge others; even if others don't mind, he feels it's a misuse of insult.

As for that other person's Xiao Lu, he also found it hard to face Mi Yu's inquisitive gaze; since he couldn't openly admit his earlier embarrassment, he chose the most abrupt topic change.

That loud and clamorous appearance made Aomo nostalgic for the him who, 43 minutes ago, cautiously asked about Carrot Hero.

"There's nothing to explain; I've already clarified the premise behind everything. Perhaps you want a summary of all the knowledge points?"

"Ugh..." That remark instantly sent Xiao Lu back to the bitter days of studying when he had just signed the contract; he fell silent for a moment, feeling even more resistant.

But……

Still, his concern over Aomo-san's earlier words overcame his resistance to exam-oriented education.

"Well... then let's just write a couple of sentences." He said dryly.

"Then you must first realize that this world has much injustice, unfriendliness, and ugliness; the more we educate the world of horse girls to be beautiful, the more we shape them into a model that will struggle to survive in the future world."

"But..." Xiao Lu glanced at Mi Yu, wanted to speak but hesitated, paused for several seconds, then whispered, "But horse girls are many people's dream."

"It even gives society great guiding significance," Aomo nodded, also considering his words reasonable, "so making horse girls bear dreams has also become a social necessity of political correctness."

"But frankly, to become others' dream and to bear one's own dream, it's not necessary to educate them into that uniform model, right?"

Gazing at Xiao Lu, also looking at Mi Yu, then turning back to see the shore where someone had swum one and a half laps, and also the Suzi and Chazuo who took half a beat longer to complete their first lap.

Even if the physical test data are similar, the gap in skill is obvious; to catch up within a few months requires targeted strength training.

To see it through to the end, one must always endure some hardship; the devil loves most those who never give up, and thus he turned back and uttered the knowledge point that Xiao Lu truly needs to write.

"People should pursue their dreams while fully aware that dreams may be hard to achieve; only then do they have the greatest chance of success."

"All of that should not be concealed."