Chapter 1621

NO．235：I Have an Idea

The tragedy of all great figures stems from some kind of morbid psychology… The greatness of humanity is merely a mental pathology——

This is a line from Moby Dick.

The book is both a masterpiece of another world and a work that has long existed in the Holy Terra Federation, exerting a profound influence on contemporary and postmodern literature of its time in the same way, and becoming a passage that many later works pay homage to and reference.

Even the name of the horse girl who avoided the Gaoyue Prize, Ishmael, is unclear whether it refers to Abraham's son in the Bible or Genesis, or to that sailor in Moby Dick.

But it must be said that Aomo Lindun truly believes in that selected passage from Chapter 16 of Moby Dick.

Although it is not comprehensive.

Greatness can indeed be seen as a kind of mental pathology, but mental pathology has never represented greatness; the difference between the two is like that between a king and his mount—it depends on who can tame whom.

Those who can master their pathology and exert effort outward always achieve something, while most people are merely mastered by their pathology, leaving only madness in the eyes of the world in their futile endeavors.

Therefore, Aomo never rejects the mental manifestations of pathology.

That is merely the externalization of extreme desire, and since it is desire, there is room for guidance.

Regarding this, many demons can offer theories and plans, and Aomo Lindun, as a demon, will choose the most unconventional path.

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Yes.

Without systematic teaching, without bloodline guidance, purely relying on the living environment at the time of recording and self-observation and exploration to arrive at an unconventional theory……

In the end, one must resort to external objects to perfect his purely original approach.

Fortunately, the current direction is quite ideal.

He has always been attentive to everyone's psychological state, slowly expanding the depth of that card deck hoped to be useful, and the results of this effort are visible.

Thus, the training school unique to Aomo Lindun is being consciously shaped into form, and visibly, the threshold for replication is extremely high.

The school integrating training, interaction, and race conditions into one, its essence still revolves around his sufficiently objective field of observation.

And a deductive logic far more flexible and sharp than that of ordinary people.

Based on these two points, Aomo's horse girls, even if they share identical negative traits, actually diverge into different paths, emphasizing a unified main direction in diverse branches, fully displaying a hundred flowers blooming.

But evidently, his painstaking efforts have not been truly understood by some peers.

It's obvious at a glance.

The field of view simulated by puppets using source energy, just like the demon's own field of view, can perceive many things invisible to ordinary mortal eyes.

And among them, the most conspicuous is undoubtedly the gate resembling a heavy spirit, encircling a dense and stagnant black energy mass.

Too heavy.

One glance makes one unable to help but ask those trainers why they don't care about their own horse girls' condition.

No.

No need to ask.

This scene has already made the question redundant, so he merely sighs.

Sighing that if this clumsy imitation could let those peers see results, his own infamy for ten thousand years would be acceptable, though it might also drag down many horse-eared little girls.

——

「Mipu Bourbon continues to maintain its lead-release state as ever, with Cool Silver Light and Paradise Banishment in hot pursuit! 」

「According to the machine's data, they're merely neck and neck, vying back and forth. 」

「Next is the leading state of Ailisuzhi and inexplicable! Why inexplicable?! Did she also change her running style like Cool Silver Light and Paradise Banishment?! Or is this supposed to be her ultimate move for the Gaoyue Prize?! 」

「It should be the ultimate move, since from the start I felt the atmosphere very heavy, though Mi Cheng Chazuo and Aimu Zhiji continue to maintain stability, but they too are surrounded by other competitors. 」

——

「What ultimate move is that, that old fool probably doesn't even understand it anymore?! 」

In the spectator stands, arms crossed, face solemn, Sirius hears this and furrows his brow, turning to the commentary booth to point and gesture.

「Feels like a bad start. 」

Not stopping his childhood friend beside him, equally solemn Rudolf gazes at the racecourse, sharing Aomo's industry-wide concern.

And the others present here, even if someone hasn't thought as far as she has, even if someone knows nothing of the horse girl circle, their expressions cannot be called happy.

One by one, including Ling, Mo, Xi, and Texas, etc., all feel they've seen something dirty and indescribable.

「Little Snake. 」

Among them, Xin Tiao Xi speaks first.

「Huh? 」

「You didn't say the horse girls of the Jidong Derby are all elites? How come I just see a bunch of crazily mass-produced guys? 」

「The foundation of elites cannot withstand foolish short-sighted strategic execution. 」

Aomo, seated beside Xi, sighs inwardly as he places this sentence in two different spaces.

Both in this spectator stand, and at the stand where his colleagues are, and even at the high platform where Magabasa is, he is popularizing to these three parties the cause of this disaster where outsiders are excited but insiders frown deeply.

「After witnessing the shadow that oppresses all beings, the frenzied racing light particles, the self-immolating comet, and the device that pulls flesh and blood, they largely arrive at an overly unified conclusion. 」

The greatness of humanity is merely a mental pathology; to fight monsters, one must inevitably become a monster oneself……

They probably think this way.

Likely for this reason they do not restrain those girls sinking into momentary rifts, and perhaps even after reaching consensus through dialogue with them, they jointly plunge into that foolish decision, feeling they can stand shoulder to shoulder with them, seize a clever tactical advantage, and await a fortunate blessing.

And now, when seeing that not only does he think this way, but everyone unconsciously chooses this method to make up for the gap impossible to catch up on within ten-odd days——

Those on the racecourse, perhaps unable to see beyond their own targets, those horse girls aside, those trainers who can oversee the whole scene from outside, what are they thinking?

Will they waver in confidence, or simply regret too late?

Or will they directly fall into hysteria, feeling this is just right, just right to let the situation descend into chaos, making everything a gamble with more opportunity?

According to the results conveyed by those puppets needing only to be moving cameras, without other functions, Aomo's brow is merely furrowed tighter.

To fight the evil dragon by chasing after scales and claws—can one truly master it?

Watching that, aside from his four subordinates, only those two horse girls still maintained their own rhythm on the field, he felt a scorching will begin to rise in his chest.

That was anger.

Not toward the Senlinbaoxue and the famed general's lightning strike, but the meaning behind this series of unspoken, unanimous actions.

Turning twelve horse girls into stepping stones and part of a spectacle to confuse the senses, then selecting a satisfactory victor from the remaining six—does that suit your taste?

Trampling the original form of a race, displaying the same ferocity and ugliness, calling it proof of giving one's all, when what is truly desired is merely control and domination over a race……

—

"Nishizaki Yutaka."

"Huh? You… this voice, is it Aomo? Why are you like this?"

"The form of the communication tool doesn't matter; what matters is about your busy affairs—I have an idea. Do you want to hear it?"