Chapter 1630: NO．244：That is to say, it's time for the trainer to appear

NO．244：That is to say, it's time for the trainer to appear.

Win the championship, then slow down.

Ailisuzhi steadily lowered her step frequency, yet did not simply stop on the grass.

She took a few more steps, reached out and grabbed the two teammates who, still following the dangerous momentum after crossing the finish line, were stumbling toward her.

That was Manchester City Chazuo and Aimu Zhiji.

Thanks to the formalized strange metamorphosis ecology, the horse girl's strength has always had an advantage completely disproportionate to her weight; although compared to other cultivators this advantage is not great, it is still enough for daily needs.

Therefore, Ailisuzhi could easily grab the two people who still retained some inertia, their stopping steps being even more staggering.

One in each hand.

Yet she suppressed the urge to say something, didn't even look at their expressions at that moment, and released her hand the instant they regained their balance.

The reason she did this was the same as her currently gazing at that steadily standing person, raising her head to look toward the waves of the beautiful harbor nearby, yet not going over to speak.

She had no such position.

Nor did she have that ability.

Everything she could calculate was on the field; as for this development off the field, she could only unconsciously lift her gaze toward the endpoint of the gaze at the waves of the beautiful harbor.

There, there was a gaze so distant it could not be clearly seen, yet could be sensed through the connection of the monster card, an especially tranquil gaze, and also the person who truly could and should handle this situation.

——

"Looks like it's your turn to act."

On the high platform overlooking everything, a sparse group of people gradually moved toward the performance stage, yet that seat of black-armored Beast King remained in place.

Rather than saying he stayed for the raptor beside his feet, it's more like he had no interest in watching the victor's stage.

You cannot deny that there are indeed some spectators in this world who care more about the match than the stage, and can even treat the stage as something to be discarded like shoes.

Once the match nears its end, they would rather skip the performance by pressing skip; those tickets that can be scalped to astronomical prices on the ticket‑resale net, for these people are merely a rule that can be casually transferred or simply discarded.

Of course, the Beast King actually cannot be counted among these cases.

Because He never spent any money.

Buddy, walking the universe as an avatar projection, inaccessible to those lacking qualifications, he's all about unhindered passage, a pioneer of fare‑evading.

Those who gain wealth without effort—no matter how they handle that wealth, it's not surprising; Aomo likewise wouldn't bother with useless efforts to make the other side take notice, hearing this he simply spread his wings and rose: "I've always been acting; what about you—how do you plan to arrange things afterward? Just go back like that?"

"How about we start a game instead?"

From the instrument held by the Beast King, a vampire foster‑father projection suddenly protruded, and the next second after speaking it pulled out the promotional cover of some game.

This caused the already midair wings of Magabasa to pause; feeling speechless, yet having to admit that this unconventional idea might actually keep people around.

"Now?"

The question was a subtle hint of intent; the moment the other party spoke those words, Magabasa silently soared away, paying no further heed to the pair that resembled a parent‑child duo more than she did.

Rather, it's actually a fine pair: one who, having missed Morrison for too long, is idle and motivated to play with him—Aomo Lindun, who constantly denies being Aomo, yet in this situation those words are utterly useless.

Coincidentally, Morrison too has long held a kind of guilt that Aomo deems entirely unnecessary, like a belated awakening of paternal love; he keeps obliquely attending to his own affairs, trying to help but ending up useless, so in the end his actions and performance are just very… Tang.

Yes, "Fei Bi Tang" is not a typo; it's a feeling that Aomo Lindun has repeatedly harbored over the years of their association, already turned into an unspoken but ever‑present epithet reserved for his foster father.

All that can be said is that in these years he has never encountered a second vampire as Tang as this, and the contrast after meeting Uncle Vlad only adds frost to the long‑formed stereotype.

Thinking this, he realized the vampire race itself is fine—what he saw at the orphanage was quite normal, those from other worlds even more so; the only problem is Morrison.

Even so, although he's that Tang, he's not exactly a powerhouse foster father, yet he still manages to show up in situations like this.

To be frank, holding the Beast King back helps the present situation little, but in Aomo's eyes He also serves as a fallback insurance.

As for insurance, demons have always had a tendency to snatch it up readily and never let it slip.

But it's not something they're especially obsessed about.

So he doesn't hold high hopes for whether the Beast King can be retained.

It was Morrison's smug little gesture, as if he had done something incredibly impressive, having helped him a great deal, that almost made him lose control of the puppet, causing even the flapping wings to pause.

Just leave it at that.

Just consider that he helped me a great deal.

Although normally it's the parents' duty to give the child a sense of achievement, in the Lindon household this often needs to be reversed.

This is a precious experience that only a clueless father could reap; ordinary people wouldn't feel joy from it, but the former Aomo actually grew closer to Morrison because of it.

New understanding, new feeling, adding an 'obscure' label, this could even delight the unknown observer, who would then regard the foster father as part of the observation target.

Such closeness, compared to paternal affection, is clearly more akin to a researcher's attention to a test subject; although the present Aomo would also thank Morrison's cluelessness for giving him rich experience dealing with clueless people……

Such closeness, compared to father‑son affection, is obviously more like the attention of a researcher toward an experimental subject; and although the present Aomo would also thank Morrison's tactlessness for giving him rich experience in dealing with tactless people…

How could one possibly be happy about suffering and toil?

Although he still craves fresh, novel, vivid unknowns and now feels relaxed and satisfied from past accumulations, the joy of that process is gone.

He began to develop a clearer set of values, no longer blindly covering feelings with the joy of harvest, and began to be able to discern what is imprisonment, what is history, and what is pure, mere stone‑hooking.

From the perspective of the past, this is a degeneration, a loss of purity, beginning to lack the observer's second‑most important neutral consciousness.

But he doesn't even have the observer's most important external stance, so what neutral consciousness could there be?

Having truly turned from a roughly humanoid form into a person, he began to let emotions and desires walk out of rationality's deep prison, only then could he reconcile with his inner desires, only then could he more clearly grasp others' emotions, and thus, while reclaiming Magabasa and the Rainbow Snake puppet, he also reclaimed the humanoid puppet that would have accompanied Tokailin the trainer to visit the horse girl.

Only after truly becoming human from a roughly humanoid form, letting emotions and desires emerge from the deep prison of reason, could he reconcile with the deep‑seated desires within himself; only then could he more clearly understand others' emotions; only then could, while retrieving the Magabasa and the Rainbow Snake Puppet, also take back that anthropomorphic puppet that would have accompanied Tokailin the trainer to visit the horse girls.

Whether sending the puppet to visit or leaving it beside his girlfriend, either way works, since it is a puppet fully controlled by his source‑energy arts, down to every breath and every finger tremor—precisely the sincere intimacy he can offer in the present.

If it were his former self, he would naturally have made that decision, but his present self still asks his girlfriends for leave, temporarily steps out for ten minutes, and personally goes to the athletes' post‑match examination room.

Just as some things shouldn't be done with his hands, some words shouldn't be spoken through a screen.

To make someone truly value your words, you must first give them value.

Only then might she be able to take your words to heart.

Only in this way could she possibly take your words to heart.