Chapter 1447

NO. 63: Earnest Expectation

Only the alternation of rise and fall is the consistent phenomenon of things.

The decay that follows extreme prosperity and the sparks ignited in utter decline are often seen as historical inevitability.

But the appearance of growing vigorously while simultaneously decaying and rotting is also not an abnormality unseen in history.

At least that person, who had deep feelings about historical research and could be considered a historian's feathered serpent in another world, had warned him about this the previous evening.

At that time he was still repaying the other's invitation to join archaeological fieldwork by letting them help deal with that creation-promoting classmate who seemed very talented in observation and reasoning.

Such negotiation talk was naturally brief, but the chatter outside of it was quite plentiful.

Although the demon wanted to end the conversation, go home early to cook and rest, that feathered serpent clearly had no intention of cooperating.

She was also very good at chatting.

But compared to Aomo easily stirring rapport and quickly simulating the style of friends' casual chat, she clearly realized the same tactic wouldn't work on him.

So she displayed another style.

Her complaints about the ecology of the horse‑girl world amounted to seizing his most talkative topic, just as in some past joke where a game‑loving boy falls silent when a girl strikes up conversation, only to utter a low‑level game‑related mistake with an innocent look, thereby provoking a high‑intensity response, even voice, from her.

Top‑tier hunters often disguise themselves as prey.

And they still wear an innocent, immature, weak appearance.

But Aomo is no dull‑witted prey.

He kept watching her undisguised strong purposefulness, yet found it hard to resist the legitimacy of the topic itself.

As a member of the agency, and also as one of the personnel hired by Central Trésen Security, whether it was Huo'er Haiya or Chen and He, Aomo regarded them all equally— they indeed ought to study this matter, just as Sai Luo does now.

Not out of a horse‑racing enthusiast's interest in promoting it to those around, but because the job requires it.

As a mercenary stationed long‑term in the Jiemen District, and as one already working for Central Trésen, you really ought to understand this circle.

At least understand its mode of operation and general outline, so that in work, and in possible future work, you can avoid falling into a passive state of being caught off guard.

But such professionalism and caution is his style; the agency's members could also refuse contact by saying they want to develop other directions later, so Aomo didn't rush to bring this up.

In order for everyone to accept it naturally, having everyone patrol the school on a regular schedule works well.

Daily contact, daily interaction— even without deep conversation, will at least spark some interest and curiosity about the situation.

By this point it's not hard to see that Huo'er Haiya's topic choice was spot‑on, seizing Aomo's original design and presenting the effect he had hoped for as a conversation starter.

This turned into an open scheme that Aomo found hard to refuse to interrupt.

Yet Aomo also found it hard to feel resistance or aversion toward her, because she suddenly brought up this topic, and it was not merely an offhand remark.

She did not merely brush it off, redirecting the topic back to Aomo and herself; instead, she genuinely talked about what she had observed recently.

From her observations of the academy, students, teachers, and trainers, to what she learned online, she hardly needed Aomo to explain things—she already had unique and deep insights.

This became the opening reminder.

Aomo was not unaware of this.

Rather, he decided to devote the entire counseling room this semester precisely because he could not ignore the distortion in this industry.

He tried to start with those trainers at the top, gradually changing these ecologies.

Radical revolution, for his nature and busy life, is especially distant; he also does not deny his selfishness—compared to countless ordinary trainers and horse girls, he still cares more about the people around him and is more willing to spend time and effort to relieve their worries.

But he did not expect that someone who could see this so deeply would appear so soon and directly bring up this phenomenon to him.

On one hand, forcibly increasing HP and HP recovery speed; on the other, wildly stacking vulnerability, even attaching a dot whose explosion damage increases with layers.

——This is currently the prevailing trend in the horse racing world.

It is worrying to see, yet there is no free respec treatment, and moreover there is the phenomenon that ordinary people cannot see the dot.

The only fortunate thing is that, although the dot is deep, it is difficult to trigger it all at once.

It is also like the civilizational poison he heard of several times while collaborating on Rhodes Island—beastly nature.

In a society where beastly nature lies hidden, an individual's crime is like a vaccine—a release of diluted toxicity. The price paid by the criminal can awaken the 'healing' of others; multiple legal sanction cases can prevent collective beastly eruption, thereby avoiding a large-scale world war that would utterly devastate civilization itself.

Of course, the premise of this theory also requires that no individual holds excessive power; otherwise, an individual would likewise be qualified to launch a large-scale war, making the beastly release from mere crime utterly insignificant.

Thus, although Aomo found the old lich's view—who always treated him kindly—novel, he did not wholly believe it.

He felt that this theory did not apply to that Terra, nor fully to this Terra, but it happened to fit neatly into the development of horse‑racing civilization.

Each minor conflict amounts to a preemptive detox, capable of preventing the birth of a huge abscess or even a malignant tumor; in an industry that has been heading in one direction for over a thousand years, where slamming the brakes instantly is impossible, maintaining this state already counts as a rather ideal outcome.

In fact, having seen Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan Miyou and JunChuan JiangSheng, etc., Aomo knows that someone is already shaking the steering wheel, trying to shift the current direction bit by bit.

As for this, he was not stained by their lofty ambitions hidden beneath their calm.

He could not muster the resolve to sacrifice himself and shed blood to support their efforts.

But if it were merely a matter of slightly maintaining, preserving the world reflected in those bright, lovely eyes, then there would be no need to hesitate.

He even did not hesitate to adopt a preaching posture he usually had no interest in, so that others might also understand the hidden dangers lurking beneath today's peaceful daily life.

He had not yet spoken with Xiao Lu, but first intercepted Sai Luo.

Because this is, after all, more abstract and more obscure than a typical concrete enemy, just as the previously mentioned banality of evil—widely present in the many tiny unreasonable gaps within the industry.

Although Ultraman Jie De is a warrior with verifiable achievements and indisputable experience, Chao Cang Lu is still somewhat inexperienced when it comes to the toxin permeating the entire industry, lacking the clarity of 'Iga Chestnut Person'.

If it were the newly arrived Sai Luo instead, there would indeed be some risk; one could not deny that this person might want to take a simple, brutal route, fucking each person who looks like a culprit, to launch a sweeping, tumultuous overhaul of the entire industry.

Whether it can be done well or whether it will backfire—these ultimately stem from the initial speculation.

The reason Aomo dares to mention this is naturally because he is the current Sai Luo.

Although he does not yet fully understand this industry, he at least has a preliminary grasp of the complexity of human society.

In this field he can be considered far ahead of his own disciple, and although Ultraman's early ideology of non‑interference in extraterrestrial residents' internal affairs was thoroughly abolished by his father, it has also been reconstructed in his cognition.

To what extent can his own actions and help achieve?

Sai Luo's footsteps faded slowly down the path leading to the rear mountain forest, while the nimble footfalls from the other side approached swiftly and clearly, prompting Aomo, after seeing Sai Luo disappear from view, to turn just in time and face the brown‑haired horse girl who had raised her hand halfway, poised to slap him.

Those rose‑red eyes were full of dissatisfaction at his turning back at this moment; it was clear that the hand, having been seen through, still insisted on striking his shoulder.

Huh? You're not dodging?

A slap rang out so loudly that it actually lent those eyes a hint of surprise; watching Aomo raise his hand and lightly pat the shoulder, he himself crossed his arms, looking righteous and confident.

It also strongly emphasizes the vigorous development typical of a college student, easily catching the scattered glances of passersby.

But having already trained a basic resistance with those two girlfriends, he easily won the 'don't look there' challenge, merely speaking coldly with a blank face:

"As for the training intensity you're about to undergo, this injury counts as a small compensation."

"Using the word 'injured' is too humorous, are you really that fragile?"

Sirius Symbol grinned, her arrogant and unrestrained demeanor just as usual.

"You even use this kind of saying to threaten me, unlike you, Aomo Lindun."

"Keep your current attitude, Miss Sirius Symbol."

His attitude remained as usual, bland; only Aomo, with his sharp gaze, looked at her, utterly devoid of any schadenfreude, completely serious.

"As the sole horse girl on the team who fortunately earned the right to compete in the Canaan Cup, my expectations of you are based on the upcoming training results; you must persevere."

Only then can it be considered keeping up with the team, not lagging behind, when everyone is striving to change.