Chapter 1483: NO. 99: Bi Ze 3. Mayfly

NO. 99: Bi Ze 3. Mayfly

In the Holy Terra Federation, chaotic exhibitions have always been numerous.

And this so-called messiness refers not only to classification, but also to quality.

When you start paying attention to this field, you often gain a deep appreciation for the saying 'the world is a giant shoddy troupe'.

However, just as the saying goes about a little horse crossing the river with varying standards, thanks to the Federation's mature technology and rich experience, what locals consider messy can still be regarded as extraordinary quality in the eyes of transmigrants.

So Bi Ze is very happy.

Even if the monster enthusiasts' circle is so niche that not even hype from Umamusume can save it, and it's even naturally squeezed for space, its related stalls occupy only one-third of the venue, with both the main and side halls dominated by Umamusume spring doujinshi—yet he feels no worry, only delight!

After all, he is not simply a monster enthusiast devoted to a single field.

Rather, compared to monsters, he does indeed like Umamusume a bit more, and this 'liking' contains a considerable amount of water content.

——Although he can likewise feel the splendid will carried by those trending horse girls, and can likewise be infected by the crystallization of their dreams, he lacks the great enthusiasm to chase, support, and understand everything about them.

Just like many atheists in Dongyan who advocate 'just believe whatever,' Bi Ze is a 'see one, D one' superficial enthusiast; his greatest appreciation for the horse girls lies only in their appearance.

Good-looking, cute, sexy, cool—whatever, and then he D's them.

If convenient, he looks for some match videos; if not, he merely forwards quality photos he sees elsewhere, but that's all there is to it.

Don't expect to see him truly investing more for those girls, because ultimately his understanding of those horse-eared girls remains as before; back then he casually doodled erotic sketches of paper people, and now he likewise casually doodles high-quality photos of these people, even gravure shots.

In his eyes, these big stars and paper people are largely the same thing.

There is no overlap, nor will there be any, nor will it disrupt his daily rhythm of studying in class, playing games on holidays, and recently added sex life.

This detached mindset lets him remain calm even after his friend became a trainer; he indulges in plenty of talk but takes no action, and although his post-graduation plans are still undecided, he has already flashed through many options in his mind.

But the only thing it does not include is the trainer.

Of course, it also does not include mercenaries like Aomo.

Too hard, too tiring, too dangerous—Mr. Bi, often disparaged by friends as an alien, is always very realistic in such situations, or rather, this is likewise a talent for giving up.

Because he is adept at giving up, he has no outstanding specialty; also because he is adept at giving up, even his hobby domain struggles to reach the extreme.

Let alone single-mindedly supporting one Umamusume, he can't even achieve a good ranking in the games he likes.

His main stance is unwillingness to invest or practice.

As for the future, whether there will be a field that can let him wholeheartedly give his all from the heart—he has pondered this question too, but has no answer.

He naturally will not have an answer.

The Holy Terra Federation has many must-play items for transmigrants, but he has experienced very few of them.

He hasn't even touched the fortune-telling of the Blessed Gospel Class or the astrology services of the Wastetime Association, so naturally it's hard to discuss the future.

All Bi Ze can be certain of is the present; thinking of his present self, he indeed wants to strive harder than before, and be more conscientious.

But that idea probably does not include the realm of entertainment hobbies.

Whether it's Umamusume or monster culture, he nowadays can only be considered a superficial enthusiast.

One could even say he was practically about to drop out of the hobby.

——Given his lifestyle attitude, which is far inferior to the Brotherhood's time management, when studies are tight and there's a beauty at home, the time he can spare for these two directions can be said to be almost none.

Gradually he is becoming a Brahmin old-timer who only recognizes old characters of an IP and doesn't know new settings.

But because he has a brother who deeply researches these two fields, often having the chance to ask about what's currently popular, he can thus gain some understanding, and based on that limited knowledge simply extrapolate, scour the communities he usually frequents, and mix into those circles to reap some results.

Then after saving up some days, waiting for an opportunity, he just throws it over to his brother—after all, he can't always be the sole recipient of favors, right?

Not to mention the match venue tickets Aomo has thrown his way several times under the guise of invitations; even just the few times of teleportation as a side benefit have made him secretly develop a mental note about calculating expenses.

Besides making up his mind to also install a teleportation spell in his own magic staff, he also can't help but marvel at how much travel expense this brother has saved him, unknown to him.

What's more, he is not only a great immortal, but also an adoptive father, and the brother of the well-connected guy—his consistent generosity brings him not just savings and windfalls.

Moreover, they are opportunities that money cannot buy.

For example, right now——

He stands in this venue that is mostly Umamusume and cosmic beings, with few beastfolk, and instead recalls the day when, shortly after transmigrating to this world, he was sent to the Two Worlds Safety Bureau for a one-day training course.

That was once the most exciting scene of his life, making him once feel he would undergo a metamorphosis and have great potential, but later… later everyone just came to know.

Whether it's giving up or accepting the status quo, Bi Ze is quick to do so, but he alone scored high in discerning people.

First he got involved with Aomo, then via Aomo's intermediary he met David.

By now, through Aomo he has met a bunch of people who can tilt his life; what were originally complacent, lazy days have become increasingly tight, gradually beginning to inch toward the lifestyle he initially envisioned.

Without a doubt, it's still just a little bit so far.

David's daily routine is much more relaxed than Aomo's, yet he also has broad social circles, not much free time to hang out with Bi Ze, and also maintains propriety, not dragging him into work matters.

And the newly acquainted Sai Luo, Xiao Lu, and others are not yet familiar enough to make special visits, so Bi Ze's life itself has not undergone noticeable change.

Unless Aomo visits.

Once Aomo visits, Bi Ze knows his non-routine segment has begun.

No longer is it the campus, no longer is it the cramped dwelling; those he meets are no longer classmates, teachers, or girlfriend, but beings either familiar or unfamiliar, yet all are entities usually beyond his daily reach.

Undoubtedly, he does not tire of daily life, yet he also harbors in his heart a yearning for extraordinary, super-developed non-daily events.

Precisely for this reason, even though his attitudes of giving up and those wise moves appear as life‑cherishing caution, he will still, without a word, accept Aomo's invitation that presumably entails many dangers.

Bi Ze's inner flame has largely not been truly extinguished.

And that friend of his also always timely provides opportunities to add fuel.

As long as he is willing to believe that friend can properly arrange everything, so that the presumed hidden dangers do not occur, he can then, like a vacation after long work, welcome a brief sudden adventure, restoring the vitality that alien youngsters ought to have.

Just like now.

He constantly shuttles between different booths, also patronizing various stages and stalls, as if forgetting the two towering, fearsome-looking 'bodyguards' behind him, and also forgetting his former fine‑grained, meticulous restraints.

He follows his heart, acting purely and actively, full of anticipation and joy, simply because he believes that friend is watching him, as well as his surroundings.

Such days probably won't keep increasing; he also understands that when this opportunity comes around to him, it's merely because he is about the only 'ordinary person' in his social circle.

The data is dull, the hobbies are ordinary, the abilities are mediocre—such a person, in that brother's social circle, is actually quite rare.

Bi Ze also admitted that he himself was just that ordinary.

That is precisely why, when faced with such invitations from Aomo, he never hesitates.