Chapter 1569: NO．184：Ailisuzhi is like this

NO．184：Ailisuzhi is like this.

Although in handling interpersonal relations, many people in the world adopt a passive stance, but human interaction is indeed a two‑way process.

Especially when you are no longer satisfied with plain, bland interaction and begin to act with some purpose—at that point, the interaction that should be gentle and natural often turns confrontational.

Naturally, the antagonists are precisely the two parties.

At first, only one side usually acts purposefully, while the other side is often passively schemed against.

——Just as Aomo Lindun was initially struck down out of the blue by Ailisuzhi.

Being half‑forced into accepting the duty at first sight, he thus embarked on an endless overtime fate.

Such confrontation either ends here, with the victor winning once and for all, free of worry; or it ends the warm‑up, and the next showdown begins.

The midway point arrives, yet it too can take two forms: either the roles reverse and the schemed‑against side launches a counterattack after the victor's overconfidence; or……

The official match begins! From now on, the two‑way confrontation starts!

Obviously, Ailisuzhi long believed herself to be the former.

She thought that having signed Aomo Lindun meant she could rest easy, and seeing the appearance of Meipu Bourbon and the Manchester tea house, she could make a few concessions and sign some temporary contract.

She naturally didn't care.

Although she put up a tough front, calling it charity, she truly lacked a sense of crisis back then and never foresaw what lay ahead.

When that possibility became reality, it was plain for all to see—by the time someone panicked, the situation was already beyond repair.

Who else could be blamed for this?

Putting on a wilful front is something anyone can blame, but the crucial point in all the finger‑pointing is obviously her insufficient self‑understanding.

For a long time, even when Tunshu Jun already had his first girlfriend, she was still pondering her own feelings.

Later, when it was unclear whether she had noticed but simply refused to admit it, she continued to feign a calm, controllable demeanor, flitting from one girl to another while putting on the airs of a military strategist.

By now she had even risen from military strategist to commander‑in‑chief, the price being that she no longer had any emotional dealings with Xīntiáo Xì's gang of non‑horse‑girl transmigrators—although her friendship with the former wasn't broken and experimental cooperation hadn't ceased, the atmosphere had clearly become intolerable, costing her dearly.

Because she never managed to get onto the field.

Like her other horse‑girl teammates, she should have prepared early but gained nothing—seeing Ishamara first, then Huòěrhǎiyǎ and Hé dropping in, everyone could no longer stay seated.

But the result of nobody being able to stay seated was that coercive situation that almost ruined everyone's chance.

Whether or not one admits it, Huòěrhǎiyǎ's sudden appearance gave everyone a lift, offering a chance to regain composure and return to one's original resolve.

But after regaining it, then what?

To be frank, to give up completely and throw oneself wholeheartedly into life's race, watching one's once‑bearable fondness for Tunshu Jun and other women's lovey‑dovey behavior fade over the years, and then later see whether one would still be willing to dig into that corner.

Perhaps there are indeed horse‑girls capable of such deeds, but that is certainly not her, Ailisuzhi!

This certainly doesn't mean she wouldn't dig into that corner; she simply lacks the patience to wait years for it.

Because she is a genius.

A genius in scientific research.

A proud, arrogant, even mad genius.

A genius's confidence needs success to nurture it, a genius's arrogance needs more success to fill it, and a genius's madness needs ever more frequent successes burning brightly!

Scientific research needs time, experiments need accumulation—it's a task that demands patience and tolerates failure, yet the mad scientist possesses a record capable of drastically shortening that long road, and so——

——She has patience, but not much of it.

Thus, while a group of horse‑girls temporarily lay low—at least on the surface—one horse‑girl couldn't even put up a front.

But it's not that she doesn't want to; she simply can't.

Ailisuzhi naturally understands the advantage of surprise, but she also miscalculated a certain highly lethal unstable factor in her hand—the monster card of Kā'ěrmìlā.

The essence of the monster card is no different from Rhodes Island's specialty, Origin Stone—both are high‑density information‑compressed objects; the only difference lies in the monster card's more perfect, mature technical construction, and its internal information mobilization requires no threshold.

The sole, and at the same time biggest, problem is that the information stored in a monster card tends to be a colossal organism as large as possible.

Although it can be regarded merely as a body or skin, lacking a clear self, the prototype experience taken into account during card‑making often imbues the card with an unchanging extreme instinct.

It is like a magical mirror that reflects a certain emotion, forcing the user's corresponding emotion to surface when used.

And the extreme instinct imprinted on Kā'ěrmìlā's card is even more extreme than that of a certain lover‑ghost card.

It is not the resentment of tragic love, but pure jealousy‑hatred.

It seems as if the scorching feeling of burning oneself out is entirely the result of an extreme specialization of possessiveness.

So……

'It's no longer a matter of adaptability, but of integration level……'

When endurance training was already past the halfway point, Aomo glanced at the screen, then looked again at Aizhi and Bōfāng's seventh‑round speed trial, but the sigh sent out via telepathy was obviously still the screen's content.

On that screen: Kā'ěrmìlā was tearing through wave after wave of simulated monsters with a combination of light whip and Hei'an sorcery, her movements extraordinarily fluid and swift—rather than saying it was possession by the true self, it's more like even on TV he had never seen the true self pull off such a maneuver.

This is no longer merely a question of whether the blue can outgrow the indigo.

Clearly, remote control can be this fluid and swift in stacking abilities; Aomo, even without bringing an adaptability tester, could conclude that in this scene Ailisuzhi had already surpassed 100 % synchronization with Kā'ěrmìlā's card—rather than adaptation, it was fusion.

"Do you also use this word?" the King of Beasts' sigh further confirmed his inference.

"Desire resonance lets a wielder of monster power display completely superhuman performance, but such performance time is usually very short."

"Is it that the body can't hold up, or what?"

"Desire resonance is an extremely rare case that hinges heavily on luck, for it is a complete mental union; even a fleeting mood shift can affect the formation of that state."

"So maintaining it is hard, then?" Aomo understood.

"That's right—perhaps a mere interruption breaks the state, or perhaps nobody did anything and the other's own mental activity shattered the resonance…… This state is like a teetering tower of poker chips, ready to topple."

"Do you still have anyone there who loves building poker towers?"

"... Yes."

He glanced wordlessly at the guy who seemed to have missed the point; the King of Beasts couldn't tell whether he had noticed anything, but he nonetheless showed no reluctance in revealing the answer to the question.

"It's something that's always chasing the edge of losing control—a troublesome fellow called Ailisuzhi."