Chapter 1505: with translation of chapter title

NO．121：Nishizaki obviously caught up with a good era.

When Tianlang Star was still changing clothes in the locker room, Aomo was actually using Jetton-style instantaneous movement to come and go several times in front of the door.

Although this footage was somewhat nerve-racking under the surveillance probe, it was completely a person standing in place waiting, disappearing several times and reappearing within less than 5 seconds—a truly divine scene.

Among them, three disappearances were almost a one-second seamless return, creating a visual effect like a 'poor signal projection,' somewhat like performance art.

But each of those divine departures corresponded to a trouble or predicament that required his immediate presence.

First, Nishizaki Yutaka asked for help identifying the non-public areas of the racecourse.

Then the Beast King expressed dissatisfaction with waiting at this moment and asked him to give a movement prediction.

Next was club news that Dawn Proconsul had to respond to—this should have been somewhat troublesome, requiring him to put on his C gear again, but he could also simply appear wearing a coat and helmet.

Given the setting that originally allowed spirit inheritance across multiple bodies, this crudeness was not only acceptable but even invited the teasing 'You really don't do human things,' yet this was actually the least important.

After all, as a newly joined cooperative member, 'Dawn Proconsul' had long been renowned in certain circles, yet he was not immediately entrusted with heavy responsibility.

Even in the club's layout for the Canaan Cup, which seemed to be urgently trying to recover, he only got an edge-control job, requiring a report every so often.

To make his coordinates appear somewhat normal, Aomo adjusted his position each time he reported; then, if luck was bad, just after sending it out—within a second—he would be summoned again by the hard-pressed Nishizaki Yutaka.

How to say?

Perhaps this could also be considered finding one's own kind.

In the past, Aomo always felt he might have bad luck, although it was nowhere near the level of a heavenly killer lone star, and he was often teased by someone named Bi as being a novel protagonist who constantly gets into some Category: Term.

Aomo naturally did not believe that.

Although he, living in a metaphysical world, truly believed in fate, he also felt that the things he got involved with were quite scientific.

Scientific to the point that most of it had cause and effect, and the causes were basically things he himself had gotten into.

Most of the overtime stemmed from his own character and clumsy hands, while only a small portion was heaven-sent trouble.

——This is what he considers the main reason for his bad luck, and he has also seen someone with even worse luck, the super maybee James.

Indeed, it's not that seeing more extreme types would allow him to escape his original rank; Aomo still feels his luck is quite volatile, but precisely because of that, when he realized that Nishizaki Yutaka had already issued five calls for help in just a few minutes, with three of them directly encountering blockade checkpoints and enemy disguises, in order to temporarily disguise his identity for later needs, he shook himself to help...

He didn't feel he was being used like a cheat code; instead, he began to suspect that this senior trainer also had some jinxed talent.

Even without eyebrow pencil, there should be some improper operational actions in his movements alongside that Carrot Warrior-Kusanagi.

Otherwise, how could he keep frequently barging in, acting like an active interloper who bursts into others' TV?

It's practically like that cheerful glasses guy in the audience, but given that guy could assassinate but hardly disguise himself, the demon didn't consider his actions joining.

On the contrary, a certain Juanzhang of the Teqiju in the Jiemen area, who should have been enjoying his vacation, was synchronously eavesdropping on Aomo's communications here under the guise of private authority.

Able to devise a solution and propose suggestions instantly based on a brief on-site description and the sounds heard—this Juanzhang also counts as another cheat code for Nishizaki Yutaka's trainer right now.

It could allow a trainer skilled but limited to the idol field, and that carrot warrior who is skilled in combat and infiltration training but lacks real-world experience, to proceed smoothly all the way, passing five gates and six generals, straight to the hangar where the Jinko Bridge components are located.

That's pretty much what a true protagonist is like; Aomo feels Nishizaki's experience today could make a decent tokusatsu story opening, but what's more urgent is obviously the on-site photo he just sent.

A photo instantly identified as the head component of the four Jinko Bridge pieces, together with the stunned and knocked-down non-racecourse staff beside it, is clearly decent evidence.

But such evidence could still be called a p, so the demon, whose heart wasn't stirred, temporarily pulled up the horse racing section of the Canaan City local forum.

There were no posts mentioning on-site abnormalities, but there were some discussing queuing, seating, and the like—sesame Category: Term posts.

Finally, without calling for help, he subdued those thugs without alarming the audience; Suzuka Miss's display of ability, which looked like that of an honor student, was certainly not disappointing.

But the more crucial part naturally comes later; after seeing off Tianlang Star and leaving himself, just before departing he casually left a psychological tactic, and immediately headed not to the audience seat he should have taken, but instead arrived at the athlete's corridor a step ahead of Tianlang Star.

More precisely, it should be the side shadow near the end of the athlete's corridor,

Although extremely close to the wall, there was a risk of being teleported into the wall, but he had prepared for this beforehand, in his training with Tianlang Star two days prior.

At that time he led the horse girl straight into the racecourse, walked through the corridor once more, and was teased by her as to whether he was being too special toward her.

Perhaps it wasn't that he was too special to her, but that she was too special to Aomo.

The fact that this person never brought a horse girl to the racecourse for scouting, but merely used the training field system's simulation function to reconstruct the racecourse track, shows that someone deliberately pursued intelligence.

Aomo realized this at the time, but since his interaction with the symbol of Tianlang Star didn't need to follow the pattern with Zhouri Ningjing, he didn't point it out, merely giving a brief reply.

'This match is very important to you.'

That's not a lie, but Aomo Lindun's purposes in many matters are not singular; a single motive isn't enough to explain his behavior unlike before. When he says he wants to familiarize himself step by step with the racecourse interior like an ordinary trainer, you obviously shouldn't think he's merely experiencing the awe a regular trainer should have for G1 glory.

Glory and legend are born from people, they are accessories to an individual's achievements; this is the demon's notion as a spectator and fan, and it is precisely this notion that makes him care only about people, not about the fame that comes from people, nor the glory of the events.

He also never holds reverence for this kind of I-level racecourse, the highest stage in the eyes of the horse girls, the strongest battlefield.

But there is one point that is not wrong.

So far, having visited several different I-level racecourses, he has indeed been treating those places as battlefields.

He has no reverence for the battlefield, but he insists on on-site investigation, precisely for situations like this——

Whoosh——

He emerged from Hei'an with only a slight wind sound, bringing a hint of early spring chill to the two people preparing to relay a message to the athletes a second time.

At this moment they were obviously not alert enough, failing to sense anything abnormal from that sudden cool breeze, until those clean, slender hands shot out from the shadow and simultaneously yanked the collars of both of them.

In an instant, the world spun, making them unable to keep their balance, and even the scenery seen in a blink was completely different from a second before, with a brightness that could make them shut their eyes.

Although those two were not alert enough, the actor here certainly was.

The moment Aomo appeared with the two, the masked horse girl had already turned her head, and her human assistant half a beat behind also turned, both showing a question mark.

Nishizaki Yutaka: 'What is this?'

Aomo: 'A souvenir.'

'Hurry up and accept it so I can go watch the match.'