Chapter 1433: line with translation of chapter title

NO．49：Aomo's Training Theory

Living in the world, one inevitably encounters boomerangs.

When typing this string of characters, not to mention Ling's inner complaints, even Aomo himself would fall silent.

Although alcohol tolerance mainly depends on genetics, postnatal training can only improve it partially, and even then it's based on increased health risks, even latent liver damage, but the demon's alcohol tolerance is indeed good.

With conscious organ maintenance, keeping kidney, liver, and spleen functions vibrant, Aomo always stands out at dinner parties and drinking gatherings, the sober choice when everyone goes their separate ways, and he always has a place.

For the demon who always strives for restraint, let alone showing drunkenness, even falling into drunkenness is not what he wishes.

That is not merely a matter of liking or disliking his personality; it's because he has too many thoughts in his mind.

The more he hides his inner thoughts, the more he resists that Involuntary nerve-numb state, lest he invite trouble or even disaster in a loss of composure.

Thus, even Ling can only see some of Aomo's drunken indulgence in that sea-walking ice-scattering dream.

As for reality… Ling is not the type to force others to keep him company.

Thus, in reality Aomo has no possibility of drunkenness, not even feigning it ever appearing in his options.

But now it's indeed not as before.

Over the past two months or more, he has already learned to evade drunkenness at the tables of important figures—by truly drinking the alcohol, he can simulate an eighty-percent intoxication with a flushed face and red ears.

The rest needs no further explanation.

Although Chao Cang Lu avoided this adult group activity, he is likely now holding controllers and even wearing gear with Sai Luo, but his absence helps more than his presence would.

James and Nishizaki Yutaka are reliable people with inner yardsticks; after he quickly drank a few rounds on behalf of himself, the chairman, and Miss Shunchuan, he could preemptively ask questions before he himself brought them up.

Following that line of talk about drunkenness, gaining colleagues' friendly smiles, he could then withdraw from the crowd to the edge sofa.

In the bartender's concerned greeting, receiving a blanket to cover up, he closed his eyes.

In a noticeable but not incapacitating sensory muddle, upon opening his eyes again he saw a sea of fire.

Then came a massive gray-black tentacle thrusting into view from the sky, bringing booming sounds and tremors, as well as vast clouds of dust.

Without him needing to do anything, a strong wind swept open his view, letting Aomo turn his head toward Ling, who simply waved his staff to disperse wind and Qi.

"Long time no see?" he asked, as another tentacle leaving home swept over his head, directly slamming into the skyscraper and sinking deep into it.

"Not worth mentioning, how much did you drink?" Ling walked over, leaned in to sniff, wrinkled her nose, "The result isn't much either~"

"It's impossible he'd come here reeking of alcohol, right?"

Looking up at the tentacle still twitching in the building, retaining some vitality, Aomo then turned his gaze far off to the Rakshasa-like dangerous and bewitching Hei'an giant, inevitably letting out an exclamation:

"What a remarkably rare sight~"

"Karumerra suppressed Gatanzhee; how could I have such a dream?"

This really is a dream, making him quietly amused, and also making Ling, who doesn't get the joke, glance at him puzzled, then immediately turn back to re-examine the scene.

With a sweep of the light staff, dragon chants rang out; the once again disordered five senses stabilized in the next second, Aomo followed the wine scent to look at Ling sitting cross-legged ahead, then glanced down at his feet at the overlapping-scaled 'floor'.

This is a huge, winding blue dragon swaying in midair, supporting him and Ling.

Seemingly just a change to a better viewpoint, it actually lets him at a glance see those two colossal beings while also overlooking the two identical black-haired horse girls mutually protecting and assisting each other as they handle a group of horse girl guards.

Yes, horse girl guards.

Even without a distinct face, just a blur, they wear the highly recognizable Torasen uniform.

They have horse ears on their heads, their figures slightly curved; at a glance they are based on horse girls, but each holds weapons, firearms and cold arms complete, fully showing the dreamer's wonderful imagination.

"It looks like you've spliced in another dream, like Bai Ren, or perhaps Ludaofu."

Narita Bai Ren has experience in forest hunting; Ludaofu Xiangzheng, from childhood, was wholly cultivated by his family, excelling in karate, swordsmanship, and archery alike; although the person often modestly downplays such topics, likes to use his childhood sweetheart as a shield, always claiming he's not as thoroughly researched as Sirius versus Saifadou, but Aomo has always remained skeptical and is fully willing to believe the emperor has undergone some genuine blade-and-spear trials.

This is his confidence in the title of future head of the Xiangzheng family, and also the basis of the speculation that instantly arose in his mind upon seeing those road-blocking horse girls resembling underworld clones.

However, Ling merely smiled and said: "No."

"In such a situation, how could I possibly involve others?" she turned to look at Aomo, "What do you think?"

"Indeed, although the influence within deep dreams need not be taken too seriously," Aomo replied after taking off his glasses and placing them on his bracelet, "but fewer variables are always good."

"Normally speaking, it's not something to worry about, but the influence of those two things keeps spreading." Ling raised her hand, pointing at Gatanzhee and Karumerra, her other hand loosening then gripping the tip of the light staff, really wanting to do something.

"You can probably feel it a bit; those two are truly pearls linked and jade joined at the dream level, their converging and spreading pattern even seems to affect me a little."

"Just a little, so faint I can't even notice any change in you." Aomo said, raising his fingers to reveal a card that showed a dark red hue when pinched between two fingers.

Then, with a flick of Aomo's wrist, he threw out the massive form that somersaulted in midair before landing.

That is Hei'an Tereg.

Compared to the suit-wearing form in tokusatsu, the one Aomo summoned from the card is more agile, capable of a stable landing that the suit actor, suffering from the suit's design, could hardly achieve, triggering another round of booming sounds and tremors.

"After all, whether the ruler of darkness or the chief of the Hei'an giants, neither suits such a dream."

Relying on the wandering dragon suspended high above, the two are unaffected; the one issuing the combined command can even so contemptuously evaluate those two massive figures.

Only the three horse girls who ought to be busy with their own affairs will be shaken by a sudden anomaly; they instinctively look, then fall into astonishment, each showing slightly different reactions.

But the researcher who should have been oblivious to outside affairs, single-mindedly venting emotions and aligning expectations, once his attention shifts to the window, will cause the resistance before those two black-haired horse girls to loosen.

—The road-blocking suit-clad horse girl phantoms become more illusory and also more fragile.

Immediately followed by more urgent gunfire, accompanied by the muffled thud of sword light tearing through bodies!

"Truly it's her own dream coming to her..."

Noticing the small change in the corner of his vision, Aomo's expression grew subtle.

"Does she usually view school and classmates this way?"

If Miss Chisen, who once stayed a few days in the Jiemen district before being dragged away by her cousin Shan Zhongli, were still around, she could probably offer some analytical reference.

"Dreams, after all, are quite arbitrary." Ling nonchalantly tilted the light staff downward, unscrewed the gourd hanging from it, and took a sip.

"She's not like us, who construct our dreams; her daily dreams are always different, insufficient to lightly conclude."

"But being able to let Karumerra suppress Gatanzhee, this scene is enough to reveal her current extraordinary state."

Aomo said, letting out a sigh.

"Hurry up and finish, Ling, give me a hand."

"Okay⑧!"

Using its tail to prop itself up, the dragon girl who was still smacking her lips again poked her head out to look at the black-haired horse girl below.

"But is it appropriate for me to show up like this again?"

Elbow propped on Aomo's shoulder, Ling, who appeared more like a buddy than a girlfriend, raised a hand and rubbed their chin.

"I feel like it's another blow to that kid."

"If hidden behind the scenes, being noticed might actually provide further wild speculation," Aomo said, lightly poking the left corner of her horn, "Let her know that I've troubled you because of her."

"Oh? That's kinda harsh, it'll stimulate, or rather it should stimulate both sides."

"There should be at least one time." Aomo withdrew his hand, but he wrinkled his nose and glanced at the sky already half-occupied by black mist.

"Horse girls can't have smooth sailing; even if they're perfect on the track, they'll face setbacks off the track."

"The trainer is too."