Chapter 1644: NO. 259: Darkness and Light in the Dream

NO. 259: Darkness and Light in the Dream

Rather than being asked for personal wishes at the last moment, a little cat hopes more for the night to arrive unexpectedly, so the wavering, uneasy lone wolf can experience the most demonic, most genuine posture.

Whether fearful or delighted, she doesn't care, for this is merely a ritual to obtain the right to compete.

Her recent anger stems from these seniors' obstructive interference, but this anger is also mixed with the small dissatisfactions she has long held toward them:

——Do you really understand the trainer?

Do you understand the vast black night beneath his gentle and kind exterior?

Do you understand the icy waning moon wrapped in erudition?

Just by watching him from the audience seats, do we, who think we've come to interfere and have made up our minds, actually do that?

She is neither fearful nor averse to competition, just as she believes no horse girl would fear being compared to others.

After repeated defeats, confidence may shatter, but it is merely the most ordinary outcome in the end.

Before such an ending arrives, no one believes they will become that way; moreover, right now, rather than calling it an ending, it's simply just begun.

There simply is no horse girl who would falter at the very start.

——This is not her personal opinion alone; it is a line that early appeared in a well-known work on horse girls.

That work comprehensively statistics and categorizes the horse girls' development over a thousand years, and further reveals that the final process by which the three goddesses guide souls to awaken horse girls is determined by each one's different conditions, not the random truth people imagine.

But the author also acknowledges that, because selection is based on different conditions, to outsiders it indeed appears hardly different from random.

Pseudo-randomly awakening among female infants of various families, and because the Holy Terra Federation's most numerous families are human ones, horse girls born in human families are always the majority, so they naturally receive human family education and gradually display extraordinary talent in that life.

——Faster running, greater strength, superior endurance……

These extraordinary talents, which only those strengthened and cultivated from childhood, or of divine-demonic-immortal-monster lineage, can compare, are precisely what first show signs before formal training begins, and are one of the core reasons some religious sects list horse girls as a divinely chosen race.

This likewise forms the basis of horse girls' confidence, pride, and even fighting spirit.

Accustomed to being stronger than peers, accustomed to moving ahead of most classmates with ease, the vast majority of horse girls naturally step into Teresen, to associate, study, compete, and contend with those who can finally match them and bring tension.

Like a beast entering a hunting ground worthy of its ability.

Of course, judging solely by the hunting standard of a racing career, as the senior of Mancity Chazuo, Chengtian Bairen is the former beast king who could easily suppress Chazuo.

But here the hunting standard is clearly not the races, but interpersonal relations, and that girls' battlefield.

On such a field, Chazuo can declare with twelve parts contempt:

Senior Chengtian Bairen hasn't even obtained the qualification to start.

Without truly grasping the trainer's essence, rashly charging into the field brings trouble to oneself and others, and endless trouble to the trainer.

Although Chengtian Bairen is unaware of Aomo Lindun's suppressed excitement, Mancity Chazuo sees it clearly.

Precisely because it is seen clearly, the dissatisfaction in the heart is intensified into further anger.

But as a good child, a non‑fearful good child, Mancity Chazuo's decision amid rising anger is to hurry and let the opponent witness a true trainer.

It cannot be denied that I have hoped for the opponent to flee on their own.

Thinking that if it could reach that point, it would also be an excellent lesson, satisfying her little spite, to enjoy the opponent's gratifying display amid rejection and fear.

Then go and talk to them, attempting to enlighten.

After all, no matter what, she has also looked after me and even guided me.

But if the opponent fears yet does not avoid, hesitating and wavering, tangled in doubt, she would also feel some pleasure from that and then go to enlighten.

The reason is as above.

Her anger in the heart is far insufficient to crush the opponent's dream of clinging on a few days later, and she does not wish her action to become the main cause of the opponent's loss a few days hence.

But if, when the time comes, a third development occurs—whether fearful or not she chooses to move forward, thereby truly obtaining the speed qualification to compete in the same race……

Then no further words are needed.

All anger and dissatisfaction will contend on that double‑meaning track, as she advocates in that work:

There simply is no horse girl who would falter at the very start.

Then——

In her contrary‑to‑past state, relying solely on her own thought she has completed the present after deep consideration.

What possibility is the reality she is advancing toward heading toward?

She lifts her head to gaze at the sky.

It should have been a night under the β training field's venue projection simulation, but now it is filled with more realistic gloomy cloud layers, only the edges' few gaps spilling a faintly pallid silver moonlight.

Compared to the initially pallid moonlight, the waning moon's glow now counts as much softer, able to give distant gazers on the ground an illusion of lingering warmth.

That is still merely an illusion.

The moon cannot become the sun.

Throughout history, all praises of the moon are imprinted with a basis of loneliness and emptiness, projecting onto the brightest entity in utter darkness one's self‑directed anticipation.

Little do they know that the brightest moon itself merely reflects light, just as it similarly reflects their expectations and wishes.

Without light, there is no dream, yet it always bears others' light and dreams; that is why Mancity Chazuo never tires of gazing at it, no matter how many times.

How could one possibly grow tired of it?

That is, regardless of mood or wish, it remains the supervising moon that can always reflect the object of hope.

Imbued with the mercy brought by divinity, yet also possessing a deep demonic nature that reflects all desires, it easily pulls the hearts and minds of all who behold it, causing them to sway drunkenly and also to feel fear and shame.

And among them are not lacking oddballs who, due to a severe cold, erupt in anger, letting Aomo Lindun's reputation from the start display a full spectrum of human life; even though it has greatly improved now, this diversity has not essentially changed.

Only the proportions between them have been adjusted.

Only the number of admirers gradually grows enough to counter everything else.

Yet it still cannot expel everything, only able to coexist with all other voices.

This naturally makes the moonlight appear mottled, but here and now—in this scene where only two people gaze at the waning moon—it can appear especially pure and cold, manifesting the strongest sense of presence, illuminating your path ahead.

Even if……

You fear this night and dare not take a single step.