Chapter 1491: NO．107：There Are Also Things That Cannot Be Overcome (1k Monthly Ticket Bonus)

NO．107：There Are Also Things That Cannot Be Overcome (1k Monthly Ticket Bonus)

In life, there is often a somewhat neurotic group of people who easily regard certain individuals as spokespersons for the group, and then, self-absorbed, begin to hate that individual they defined, together with the group; they look like a youth eager to vent anger by shooting at targets, yet repressed, though their age is not limited to youth.

Such people naturally have tasted life's bitterness; each has a past of repression, distortion, even persecution that matches their current appearance.

Such people are likewise extraordinarily hard-pressed; otherwise they would mostly be sent for correction due to obvious mental conditions—today's medical standards for mental correction are not just talk, and those who come through the normal process can indeed greet life with a completely new perspective.

As for abnormal procedures… we'll discuss that another time.

But that is not the point; the point is that such people possess extreme tenacity and endurance.

Only by enduring can they appear normal on the surface, avoiding being taken to a hospital by those around them, or even by law enforcement.

Only by being resilient can they persist to this day, rather than being completely destroyed by that dreadful living environment, ultimately still ending up in a hospital, or even a grave.

But by this point, that mental abnormality is often beyond cure.

It is a degree that even the normal process of today's mental treatment struggles to correct, and even a doctor of soul medicine would see it as quite difficult, requiring extra payment, and a lot of extra payment.

Of course, compared to practical problems, the real issue is that such people generally won't honestly seek medical treatment.

Moreover, such people are prone to attain rather high status, and the fame tied to that status reinforces their obstinacy to varying degrees.

In the end, it naturally comes to nothing.

All that can be done is to regard that neurotic aspect as part of the person.

At this point, the saying 'that neurotic part also contributed to them, so it should be part of them' is not bad, though it carries a bit of the idle person's laxity and the indifference of those unconcerned.

That neurotic group also always doesn't care about this, or rather, is not surprised.

After all, the reason they have their current state is precisely thanks to those who do nothing and those unconcerned.

In other words, they have long grown accustomed to such a world, and to their lonely selves within it.

Even if an accident occurs, only something large enough to change one's life circumstances—an accident that becomes a turning point in life—can shake them.

And such an accident, impartially, has befallen those two persons.

Moon-chase Symbol.

Sirius Symbol.

Universes of different development, like-minded families, non-intersecting generations.

Having each already experienced major upheavals in their own lives, the two meet again a second impact; in an exhibition hall filled with unfamiliar culture and strangers, they encounter those seemingly related yet not quite family acquaintances, which is practically like an early April Fools' arrival, a wild and unrestrained dream.

But to say that neither had made any preparations is obviously a lie.

The Moon-chase Symbol, issuing an invitation via the cooperative authority of the Light-chasers Club, clearly holds a great advantage in information.

Having arrived in this universe and spent several days on this planet, he believes he has fully understood this world.

In this world, monster culture develops steadily, social mores are especially lax, even symbolists still exist in stable tranquility, all because the Lord has not yet manifested divine signs.

Moreover, the fact that the time spans differ by several decades makes it hard for him to pinpoint the divergence point between the two universes; he only knows that his self in this world has completely failed, while his own distant niece, who ought to have utterly degenerated, is still frolicking about and has even become a horse girl under that entity's command.

To him, this is like some sort of wild history, yet presented before him with the highest degree of completion, leaving him no room to accept or reject it.

However, the impact of such wild history is just that; what matters is connecting with that Lord's incarnation, and it is true that his niece has visibly usable potential—coincidentally, the indigenous organization he gets along with fairly well also has the idea of inviting them.

——Under the trainer Aomo Lindun at the height of popularity, the horse girl challenging the Spring Ancient Horse Triple Crown once more, Sirius can be said to be the embryo of a new splendid tale, or a stepping stone for other legends.

The members of the Light-chasers Club each hold their own opinion on this, which is precisely why a meeting to mutually invite is necessary.

They consider themselves capable of judgment, seeking to select one or more legendary embryos from each period's horse girl lineup, then decide whom specifically to support, and determine whether the overall public opinion of everyone will be unanimous support or unanimous booing.

Being so high and mighty, so condescending, not to mention other horse girls, even the horse girls they themselves support find it hard to have a good impression of them.

Moreover, their actual ways of supporting are never scrupulous, often involving excess and inhumanity.

Regarding this, the vast majority of them lack self-awareness.

Accustomed to the power at hand, accustomed to the organization's current scale, accustomed to their own behavior, they begin to feel that everything follows naturally, everything is taken for granted, believing they have become a true big shot—then……

After bro feels he is a big shot, how does he view the neurotic gunman that big shots most easily encounter?

Even strictly speaking, it does not count as a neurotic gunman, but rather legitimate self-defense.

Here, being the first to have their defenses broken by a horse girl, when they call those ascendant guards to suppress it, the nature of Sirius Symbol drawing a weapon can only be described as excessive legitimate self-defense.

And when the club, already accustomed to dealing with horse girls, sees this and immediately intensifies, it is no wonder that Sirius Symbol, as if self-taught, spontaneously activates the power of that card.

After all, she has never rejected herself.

Whether it is the Sirius Symbol standing here or the degenerated beast Sirius Symbol, they have never let go of that regretful and unwilling feeling, even though it reflects the deep pool of greed and darkness.

Unforgettable people, unforgettable events—together they compose unforgettable times.

In public, she is crude and heroic, her smile mocking, as if nothing could knock down her consciousness, vowing to trample everything underfoot.

But in private, she has often been overly sentimental, countless times thinking of returning to the past, freezing that especially brief moment.

Too many times.

Even now, she often finds herself unconsciously thinking, 'I wish to freeze time at this moment.'

Because she remains unable to free herself.

In this world, there are too many vexing matters, too few smooth ones, and even more things that no amount of her impact can change; ultimately she can only acknowledge her own inadequacy and look toward the mighty within her sight.

The power that changed symbolists, liberated Rudolf, and also indirectly allowed herself and Jihao to breathe easier is evidently an abstract composite concept.

That is not a form she can become.

The girl knows this well.

Sirius will not become the moon, nor does it need to become the moon, for it itself is enough to shine, even if that light is seen as the cold glow of an ominous star.

From beginning to end, what she wants is not that unsuitable strength; what she desires……

Just……

At this moment, behind that homogeneous shell, gazing at that uncle who looks considerably older yet surprisingly stronger than her impression, she flexes her own side's slender, sharp claws, fingertips flowing with bloody electric currents.

What exactly has he experienced to become so similar?

Likewise, while he reminisces about the past, what is it that he misses?

Coming from another universe, even collaborating with this trash while still pursuing—what else could it be?

At a glance, that face—hateful as a symbol of speed—what has it endured? Everyone was once a victim of that corrupt family, yet every move reveals the ugly scars that call to mind.

She herself knows that opposing such a person is pointless.

Even if one blames an entire family's corruption on a single person, defeating them cannot change everything; ultimately it's just venting. The one truly changing everything is someone like Rudolf, who reforms and opposes in every field, a busy leader behind countless scenes.

If it can vent, isn't that enough?

This is what she wants.

Being able to vent the pent-up feelings in one's heart, as a reason for battle, is already more than enough!