Chapter 1930

NO. 550: Some things can cross distance

When Aomo retracted the intangible perception floating on the network, his small puppet, still placed elsewhere and looking around, noticed the pair of youngsters whose worries were in sync.

"Isn't it too early?" Chao Cang Lu muttered.

"Isn't it too fast?" Mi Yu felt uneasy.

At a point less than halfway through the race, everyone seemed a bit anxious. Even if you are the forever front‑running escape horse, you should still pay attention to your running pace to maintain stamina and avoid a sudden burst of speed as much as possible.

But right now, displaying this abnormality wasn't just Meipu Bo Pang. More, at the instant she tore through the formation, with excellent acceleration she charged up the slope and boldly slipped into the leading group, Ailisuzhi and Mancheng Chazuo.

For a moment, both of them instinctively turned their heads.

They turned their heads to look at the iridescent little snake resting in the gap between seats.

"Whether you are confident in your stamina or lack confidence in it, you can do this."

The iridescent little snake made no move, but Aomo's voice would reach the ears without a microphone.

"Can emm disrupt the rhythm?"

"Yes, racing is actually a sport that heavily depends on mentality."

"I understand."

Also considered a learning achievement, the easily understood Chao Cang Lu was concise; after asking, he turned his head to look at Mi Yu, whose gaze was no longer doubtful.

The race continued; the higher the intensity of the racecourse, the more rapidly changing it became, with many crucial points not to be missed. Prioritizing attention to the race is also a good habit from a trainer's professional perspective, and it would be best to consciously apply this to horse‑girl training.

"'Spiritual light' can be cultivated; it's not solely dependent on talent."

It's a pity that, although Aomo had reminded him before the race to consciously gather material at the racecourse, looking at the current situation… his position still wasn't right.

"He's not a trainer, but a fan."

Half a year of training and interaction had still immersed the Imperial Crown Prince in the world of horse‑girl fans; although it seemed harmless in daily life, once he sat in the official competition's spectator stands, it became one of the key factors obstructing a professional viewpoint.

Unable to stay calm, unable to extract himself from the heaven‑covering fan atmosphere, Chao Cang Lu was thus swept up by the on‑field ambience, temporarily becoming, together with Mi Yu, a supporter of Meipu Bo Pang.

"The atmosphere…"

The rainbow snake and the distant oblique‑angle Magabasa raised their heads together, standing in for the main body to gaze upon the sea formed by the gathered audience.

"Indeed, it was heaven‑covering."

Like the vertical‑structure planning of some early hollowed‑out planets, the audience seats, layered and extended like wall‑mounted shelves, would have directly blocked the sky if not for the special material guiding the light.

The Federation's large horse‑racing tracks always feature unique designs; to time‑travelers they seem partly like wonders, but in fact they are meant to further increase spectator capacity, making the track's gaze denser while also eliminating any gaps between hearts.

— At the moment the race starts, it is the condensation of collective emotion; any subsequent direction will drive the emotional wind, and this wind will turn into an immensely vast emotional vortex, mighty in force yet so subtle.

It clings only to emotion, so even Ultraman cannot escape its influence.

Precisely because they, like the athletes on site, are top‑tier beings, it is extremely hard to doubt their resolve, let alone question its echo.

What would it bring? Through those two puppets that look all around, Aomo pondered this question.

In the various real‑world disturbances, no great evil worthy of action is seen. The digital side reported by Ami also consists mostly of things not strongly related to the dark zone but still occurring as network chaos.

On one hand it proves the diverse hidden dangers under Constant City's low crime rate; on the other hand, it has nothing to do with the aspects he is wary of.

It seems he can truly devote himself wholeheartedly to the footsteps on the racecourse, and it also seems that the activity of the Gate of Great Sin is merely a coincidence that happened at the same time.

Or perhaps a connection has been established, allowing that massive vortex to also drive the data of the Gate of Great Sin?

Aomo Lindun certainly hasn't forgotten the dark zone's unique positioning/underworld function, nor forgotten that most of its terrain and landforms are related to the accumulation and condensation of negative emotions. And the Gate of Great Sin, although partly artificial, is indeed an ancient and natural creation; it should therefore possess operational functions tied to negative emotions.

So he would have such a speculation, but even if it came true, it certainly wouldn't reach the level of hatching an eighth‑sin super demon king on the spot.

With the synchronous expansion of the digital world and the dark zone, this kind of digital beast that is directly linked to higher‑level rules always enjoys the innate strong‑ling treatment of "do nothing and just sit waiting for a boost," but precisely because of this remarkable origin, the rules governing its birth are also extraordinarily strict, and the degree of strictness usually equals the degree of enhancement.

In short: the larger the world, the stronger the digital beasts related to it, and the higher the conditions for their birth.

This is a dynamic process occurring at every moment, and it is also the main reason why order beasts, revelation beasts, and Ogudugu beasts—these T0 contenders—are becoming increasingly hard to appear.

Of course, being hard to appear does not mean they cannot appear.

Just as Takumi Ami had already dealt with a revelation beast a few years ago, the accumulation process for such beings existing in the present world usually proceeds unnoticed when you're not paying attention. After hundreds or thousands of years of buildup, the moment finally arrives when all conditions are met, and for you who just saw it, it feels as rude as a sudden refresh, making you want to ask, "What happened to being hard to appear?!"

This also made the Federation's Net Surveillance Department's monitoring of digital‑world information once become a focal point, and at the same time allowed Aomo Lindun to draw lessons from his recorded data.

Therefore he finds it hard to let go of his vigilance, hard to let go of the possibility of the Ogudugu beast being awakened.

But the current observational feedback again fails to point to its awakening, so his view still tends to fall more onto the racecourse.

On that racecourse, there is a need to prove his stamina, to prove his current foundation, and to prove that he has undergone a complete transformation, no longer being the chestnut‑haired horse‑girl whose legs are only suited for short races.

Also there are those who are completely unlike Meipu Bo Pang, clearly aware of their shortcomings in stamina and will; to win points they must try to weaken opponents and expand advantages from other directions—the brown‑haired and black‑haired horse‑girls.

And at this time there is also a brown‑haired horse‑girl who ought to be quite popular but is currently unnoticeable.

Likewise positioned in the front‑line group, yet without the intention to speed up together with her teammates, she gradually fell to the rear of the front‑line group; due to lack of variation, she even dropped out of the host and commentator's remarks, becoming a front‑line wall visible only to the middle group.

She is Aimu Zhiji.

Likewise a second‑round player, likewise undergoing high‑intensity training, yet with no hidden risks in bodily talent, all aspects show her to be truly mediocre.

She is even the only member of the Serpentarius team who has never received one‑on‑one guidance from a senior.

But she isn't unfindable; it's just unnecessary.

Although she once went astray after a period of unguided blind training, after similarly restarting and lowering the training intensity she truly got back on track, making her the highest‑in‑comprehensive‑quality and most versatile player on the team.

The failure of the previous round was not meaningless; all those failures were both kept in her heart and forged her mind.

It can be said that she is the team's member most familiar with failure and most unafraid of it.

And precisely for this reason, she has become the sole exception in the horse‑girl team currently under oppressive rhythm.

When the team repeatedly changed formation and shuffled rankings during the mid‑stage advance, she silently gazed toward the narrow gap between riders, as tight as shoulders brushing, and traced her vision to its end from that gap.

"Little Sis San is not on her."

Constant City's horse‑racing field has strict entry checks that include spirits, so she and Mancheng Chazuo must temporarily part with some friends and family.

"But Little Sis San is on her."

She could feel the gaze, and her body would unconsciously recall that sensation, as if she were speaking right beside her ear.

It is precisely this feeling that, as the end draws near, will be said to her:

Go for it, sis.

Go become that shining first-class star.

(End of chapter)