Chapter 1480: with translation of chapter title

No. 96: This is usually the feeling after graduating from university.

【Anomalous Crossing File

The target's confirmation has lost its true-name framework and has been etched into the "Beast King" primary information compendium, manifesting as a super-high-energy spiritual entity imprisoned by armor.

The target's main body still drifts chaotically through dimensional space, and its present existence is established through a hazardous medium called a "Monster Card".

The target has not been incorporated into a Universe Bubble; its condition is unstable, with a deviation value as high as 3.4, making it closer to a pure anomaly than a ghost.

This phenomenon is also linked to 327 crossing files (fine print: click the related item at the end to jump to the details page), and it has signed a cooperation contract with citizen Aomo Lindun, pledging to stay in the current Universe Bubble until all related items are stable and legal, for a period of one Terra month...

"……" ellipsis, no names.

"……】" no.

"——" dash.

One month's time, to anyone it seems neither long nor short.

Moreover, for those working as mercenaries and trainers, it is undoubtedly even shorter.

Federation mercenaries naturally have flexible working hours, and their perception of time is especially free; especially for certain mid-to-upper-tier mercenaries who might go three years without opening a shop, then when they do open they earn enough to sustain three years, those with more options aren't necessarily more diligent than lower-tier mercenaries who are forced to rest.

On the contrary, it is during work hours that a sense of freedom stands out.

And in this context, a month's time naturally doesn't count for anything.

In contrast, as for trainers...

In fact, the time perception of the vast majority of trainers is based on weeks.

Because the training plans they devise for horse girls are calculated by weeks, and they usually focus on one training direction per week.

This is quite common; in contrast, an Aomo Lindun-type trainer always splits the day into morning, afternoon, and evening, combining different trainings and often changing them, which is truly an outlier.

At first glance, this is a novice trainer who dislikes traditional policies, arrogantly wanting to pursue industry research—people usually assume such a type will hit a wall, end up bruised and battered, finally slink away admitting mistake and start over, or simply flee.

Even Po Tian Lingxiang, Yan Huier, and others, upon first hearing the rumors about Aomo, inevitably thought the same.

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Po Tian Lingxiang, Yan Huier, and others

Because the industry never lacks such conceited newcomers, nor the jokes and tragedies they cause, that's why there is such a unanimous view.

But facts prove that, as long as the base number is large enough, any phenomenon can produce some oddballs, or in other words, accidents.

Aomo Lindun is just such an accident, because he crossed the novice's barrier.

Lack of experience, lack of knowledge, unstable mindset — admittedly, the reasons for newcomers' failures are often multifaceted, but they can always be easily subsumed under these three items. Even after they have shed their newcomer status, they may not necessarily be able to overcome these three great trials, which is why so many veteran trainers still choose to play it safe.

Scientific research and such always yields no progress.

Without that kind of confidence, also without that kind of courage — especially when you are no longer ignorant and should clearly realize that you simultaneously bear the weight of shaping a horse girl's once‑in‑a‑lifetime career.

At this point, to make a breakthrough, you must have strong support, even vigorous promotion, from the other side.

The way Aomo differs most from them is that his ability foundation, learning enthusiasm, and growth speed are not like those of a novice; even the anomalous aspects of him as a horse girl are easily distinguished from theirs.

From the very start, this is someone who forces you to blaze a new trail, extraordinarily so; in short, you must engage in scientific research, otherwise it would be impossible to gain their approval as a horse girl—this can be said to set the tone for a trainer's career serving demons from the outset.

But to be frank, forcing you is one thing; whether you want to go and whether you can go is another matter.

Even Aomo Lindun, who from the outset actively proposed, vigorously promoted, and escalated intensity, really has no reason or qualification to be strange compared to Ailisuzhi.

His situation with Ailisuzhi in the horse‑racing domain is just like his situation with Bichiket in the case domain—mutual tugging, mutual pressure, mutual accomplishment—and precisely for that reason, he finds no peace whether in horse racing or mercenary work.

After all, both sides are stuck on the road of endless involution—how could they possibly find peace?

You could also be more proactive and call it "making more efficient use of time," but no matter how you put it, a month is not short for Aomo.

Since many things can happen, it's only natural that many things can be done.

When the Beast King proactively told Aomo Lindun a one‑month deadline, the scheduling of these 744 hours was no longer up to Him.

No matter how dangerous an existence you are, no matter how terrifying your persona and vessel, he will still see you through to the end, simply because he is you, yet not you.

"But why do I have to help you watch that woman run?"

After several days, the time limit for someone's match had shrunk to just a few days, and the man in black armor stared at the woman who might have once caught His attention, now unable to recall anything about her.

"I only asked you to keep an eye on it for two minutes; you don't have to make it sound like I'm having you officially subcontract the work."

Emerging from the spreading black mist, Aomo raised his hand and swept across the Beast King's light screen, shoving it straight into his own screen in a seemingly physical manner to achieve substantive data synchronization, causing his own display to show all the metrics of Sirius running.

And there's the impossible‑to‑ignore Chengtian Bai Ren.

She's still here, as if stimulated by her loss in the parallel run a few days ago.

Although Aomo has explained more than once that it's an all‑terrain obstacle run, not the spec of a formal Saichang, the training itself is over‑spec, and its results truly don't need to be worried about.

But she probably didn't take it in.

If it weren't for the Beast King's appearance frequency being so low, and if she didn't voluntarily speak to the Beast King, Aomo would still suspect she came for his earlier faint or for her unique aesthetic.

Regardless, having an extra assistant for Sirius training is a good thing—moreover, this counts as over‑fulfilling the training goal, which in turn amounts to giving Bai Ren extra training, prompting him lately to consider whether to adjust Bai Ren's training plan.

With this subtle drive, perhaps one could be a bit greedier in chasing better short‑term results, but perhaps… one ought to leave this for later leisure and adjust it to the present for her.

As a horse girl, having passed the peak of full‑scale training and experienced the carefree running of early teens, the body and energy of one's early twenties still far surpass ordinary people's, and can even show the juniors a thing or two, but after high‑intensity training the phases that display recovery and focus reveal some adult fatigue.

Bai Ren will grit his teeth and endure.

Only this point—Aomo needs no reasoning, nor any reason to doubt.

For such a silent yet stubborn guy, his assessment is a specialized Chazuo, specialized in stubbornness, no longer so eager to obey.

Compared to the now far more talkative and cheerful Chazuo before him, Bai Ren resembles the original Chazuo's performance carried through to the end.

This makes him need to devote more attention and care to it.

"Bai Ren, Chengtian Bai Ren's condition is a bit strange…"

Even that counts as noticeable progress in speech, yet he still lacks fluency—the Beast King also noticed her abnormality, although he himself isn't very confident:

"I'm not sure if that's my illusion; after all, the Bai Ren I know and she are quite different."

"Keeping things in heart but not wanting to tell anyone," Aomo said, swiping away Huoerhaiya's message, then glancing at the concern from Rhode Island's second revisit, "Perhaps he's waiting for someone to ask."

Regarding Rhode Island's side, which couldn't handle the dimensional quake but nevertheless showed usage traces on its instruments those few days, Aomo felt it was like some kind of tech ghost story, like a machine without AI turning on something by itself……

Don't even say it! Even in this day and age, such urban legends still have a market among middle schoolers in the central region.

But Aomo was willing but unable to help.

Although he had Detective abilities, he also wasn't very free to investigate Rhodes Island's special supernatural stories.

"But, that person isn't me."

He and the armor-clad guy beside him are both lazy dogs with flexible bottom lines.

When they say they're busy and have no time, they can indeed act as if they have no time.

"Could it possibly be me?" Aomo retorted angrily, but without waiting for a reply he sighed again, "I'll look for a chance to ask later—just honestly care about those troublesome fellow villagers of yours."

Beings from another universe caught up in the same accident, from the same hometown, are what are called troublesome fellow villagers.

These things are exactly the reason Aomo originally left Him.

"Two Worlds Safety Bureau… they, haven't they been working all along?"

"Tossing around those lone travelers and those lacking ability is fine, but do you think your fanatical fans count as lacking ability?"

""

"You actually hesitated—this will make them lose fans," Aomo raised his hand and slapped his shoulder hard; the first swipe hit nothing, the illusory light and shadow twisted like a strange dodge, easily avoiding it, but the second palm, faintly aflame, landed solidly: "Even if you're really strong, you can't say they lack ability."

"I'm just hesitating—does 'ability' refer to combat power or troublemaking capacity?"

"When you hesitate, you'll know they indeed have something." Aomo said, raising his hand and slashing, directly throwing a light screen before Him.

"Come on, this is further proof—I brought along Bicu Kesi to be able to get it; the Two Worlds Safety Bureau's Execution Department is clearly just one department, yet there seem to be some factional struggles, which actually gave me complete intel."

"Those, the Two Worlds Safety Bureau Executors' combat records?" The Beast King turned his head while looking at the screen; the blood splendor in his eye sockets had an uncertain fluctuation.

Even Ultraman's expressions are readable to Aomo; reading his spiritual fluctuation is also second nature.

"Exactly, from yesterday until this morning, it's complete! Detailed! Demystified!"

"Anyway, I've been demystified; just thinking about my original aspiration to enter this line of work makes me feel wistful."