Chapter 391: NO.154A——ma——zon！（x

Teleisen, basement.

What a combination that invites endless imagination.

In fact, with today's abundant literary and entertainment works, the basement—this classical architectural design itself is shrouded in many mysterious veils.

Its veil is dim, often linked to unspeakable darkness.

And the prefix 'Tresen' gives it a more specifically eerie hue.

All this stems from certain content strictly banned on Umastagram and completely prohibited from circulating on legitimate forums.

The content is constantly twisted, bizarre, and even linked to sex.

It is called weird texts.

Because the characters are all real-life prototypes, even the names unchanged, and the content is far more extreme and vicious than typical celebrity entertainment novels, it was harshly cracked down on by the URA Association.

But it cannot be denied that it has a considerable fanbase.

Even if that portion of readers is merely an extremely small fraction of horse girl fans.

But considering the base number of horse girl fans, that extremely small fraction, when calculated, still amounts to a huge group.

And it cannot be denied that, whether they like it or not, horse girl fans have at least read one weird text.

As long as you yearn for horse girls, like horse girls, and have tried searching for horse girl-related content online, you more or less know of its existence.

You may even have come into contact with one or two out of curiosity.

Then leave a deep impression!

Mental stimulation always surpasses sensory; having seen their demeanor on the track, on stage, before the camera, and then seeing that fanwork rushing straight into distortion, it's hard to say you weren't stimulated.

And in such creations, the existence known as the 'basement' is a classic element of weird texts, not to be missed.

Classic examples: the trainer BB locked in the basement, or the horse girl BB.

Of course, the latter mostly needs strengthened shackles, and drugs are also necessary.

This is certainly too extreme.

Aomo's view of weird texts is quite unique; he reads weird texts not for the horse girls but for the authors.

As for other literature, Aomo can't really say, given he himself has never written anything, but regarding weird texts, he dares to say that too many authors are merely engaging in a kind of venting.

It's like a public exposure, or rather, a cyber exhibitionist tendency.

Compared to creations based on the horse girls themselves, many weird text authors lean more toward venting their own emotions.

Especially those overly extreme, overzealous authors.

They undoubtedly have gone astray.

Rather than saying it's horse girl weird texts, it's more like the authors splashing their desires; OOC is no longer enough to describe such things.

But it is precisely these things that let Aomo, in his youth, relish them with gusto.

Through the words, through the plot, he observes the person who wrote this story, observing their repression, their desires, their hysteria.

For the teenage Aomo back then, this was undoubtedly a strange yet vivid and profound observation board.

Moreover, it is stylistically diverse—because weird text creation also has a rather long history.

It goes back to within a few years after the initial promotion of horse girl races, when it already began to appear sporadically.

The human heart that tries to defile something is also from ancient times to now; as the light grows brighter, the shadows become more winding.

However, the freshness of such things is also limited.

Even if one goes mad, it's common for many people to develop the same kind of madness.

When madness follows similar procedures, the content becomes uninteresting.

Thus, a certain demon sealed away the free-riding annual VIP account on his illegal website (x).

Indeed, his focus when reading weird texts was never the horse girls, because fanworks based on real people rather than paper characters are always far removed from the individuals themselves.

Living people are far more lively and malleable than paper characters—in other words, more variable.

To truly understand someone and base creations on that, fanworks that don't deviate much from the person's image and that Aomo can regard as information sources obviously have extremely high thresholds and costs.

Being able to reach this step also mostly means being a practitioner in the horse girl field, or even being a horse girl oneself.

Who says horse girls can't create companions, or even their own doujinshi!

You say right? Miss Ailishuma, Miss Mubai Duobo.

Some people, when creating, may also solemnly devise a circle name, but the style is so distinctive that Aomo can recognize the author at a glance.

Although it leans more toward manga than literature, it doesn't prevent Aomo from seeing through occasional forays into the field at a glance.

Seeing through but not exposing, for the major works of such distinctly styled 'teachers,' Aomo still welcomes them.

Regardless of whether it's tiresome, at least it's decent analytical material.

Once the style is formed, it's easy to tell which parts of the work are exaggerated creations and which are based on real prototypes; this is likewise a source of information.

However, this topic has drifted off, after all, those two teachers' creations obviously wouldn't mix into something like the basement.

Setting that aside, those two teachers who can appear at doujin events wearing masks directly also wouldn't insert such an overly intense element as the basement into their works.

Usually there is a clear gap between doujin creations and weird texts, lying in the single character 'weird'.

This 'weird' is not necessarily about the horse girls; it's more about the creator's inner self.

But as the act of reading proceeds, the creator's mind will also infect the reader's mind, making it hard for the reader to forget that strangeness.

People always yearn for the strange from the bottom of their hearts, as if that could let them stand out from an unchanging environment.

Aomo does not deny that perhaps such a component exists in his own heart, but this also does not prevent him from opposing the direction of weird texts.

Even if the current situation looks increasingly close to that direction—

When he followed Tony Bianka together into the former Tresen site that had become a large sanatorium, there were many staff members, as well as elderly people assisted and pushed in wheelchairs by the staff, all warmly greeting her.

Miss Tony Bianka also slightly showed a gentle smile, returning greetings to those people.

This scene looked especially warm, matching the reportedly rare sunny day here, making it even more heartfelt.

——It also shows a stronger contrast with things like basements.

This…… is somewhat familiar……

Aomo thought that this kind of prelude of contrast created before and after was something he had seen plenty of in the text; next, he imagined it would be a very tooth-white basement scene……

Or maybe not?

Aomo felt that his sense of common sense could also struggle a bit.

Maybe the basement is just a design like an underground parking lot or something.

After all, whether it's the Telesen Branch of Yiluo District or the scale of this sanatorium right now, both can be called quite large in scale.

For a building of this scale, having a huge underground parking lot is only natural.

But usually, one wouldn't call an underground parking lot a basement, would one?

Moreover, someone was deliberately waiting for him there……

Aomo, who had just proposed a possibility only to quickly overturn it himself, merely mechanically echoed the salute of that Takara Kinen Champion, jointly nodding in acknowledgement to those who greeted him.

He didn't speak, just remained silent—not because he felt the terminal's simultaneous translation function was lacking, but as a prudent measure based on the idea that many words lead to loss.

Even if not in a dream, Tony Bianka should be a big name in Yiluo District; on the way here, he had already attracted many passersby's gazes, and could faintly hear the shutter clicks of cameras with their flash turned off.

You know…… maybe he could be in a magazine tomorrow.

But it doesn't matter anymore; he's gotten used to it, right?

Umastagram's new notification pop-up also brings something new every day; when he has no news, there are also some overzealous horse girl fans who daily visit his home page.

Aomo fully understood the frequent sighs of the school guidance director.

Compared to managing students, aren't the students' parents and those self-proclaimed student parents more troublesome?

Thus, while his mind was racing, he followed Tony Bianka to the sanatorium's large backyard.

Here, traces of the track still remained; the desolate grass field had mottled white lines, but this Yiluo District representative nonetheless led him to a certain white line and then heavily stepped on the ground beneath his feet.

「？」

Aomo looked in surprise at the depression where her foot landed, and also saw the passage that unfolded before them right after.

Such an abrupt mechanism inevitably made him look back at the elderly still basking in the sun under the eaves; among them, quite a few were gazing this way, and perhaps some with good eyesight could make out the scene suddenly unfolding here.

"They're used to it; not just anyone can come to this sanatorium." Tony Bianka said lightly.

That means the sanatorium's guests have all been screened, right?

Turning back, he followed the horse girl who softly called out 'keep close', step by step, descending these not-so-dark stairs.

The roads all had self-luminous patterns, and the walls were made of neatly uniform tiles plus metal, giving them a quite technological feel.

Surely he was thinking too wildly, right?

Aomo thought.

Such a styled staircase doesn't seem like an underground passage leading to some twisted, deranged place.

Rather, it should be that the word 'experiment' is added in the middle of the term 'basement'.

But this feeling doesn't seem to have any legal basis either, although he also has one in his office.

But as the passage continued downward, the walls were no longer just obstructing the view; instead, they gradually revealed a surging heat more intense than midsummer, and he froze again.

He saw the unsuitable-depth flowing lava below, and also saw a dense crowd of heads gathered far away.

It looked especially crowded.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the miniature electronic arena surrounded by the crowd in the center, above which a huge projection clearer than human silhouettes displayed humans, horse girls, and monsters.

A fighting arena?

No…… this level already counts as a battle royale……

This scene made Aomo involuntarily recall some unverified rumors he had seen on horse girl-related forums.

"Shouldn't there be some explanation at a time like this?"

"Welcome and explanation should be done by the owner of this place; I'm just helping to show the way."

"Then who is the owner of this place?"

"Here." Tony Bianka raised her hand, pointing into the distance.

Aomo followed her gaze: "……She isn't a horse girl from Anmei District, Jidong, is she?"

"Jiemen District also has such places."

"I thought I already knew Jiemen District well… is it somewhere in the foreign lands?"

"Hmm."

"No wonder." Aomo nodded.

He really wasn't very familiar with that place.

"But I didn't expect her to continue working as a billboard off-campus either."

Looking at that blue-haired, dark-skinned horse girl standee, Aomo still couldn't help blurting out this sentence.

That design is clearly visible—a roaring Amazon surge, and the head of the Central Telesen Meiwu Dormitory.

HishiAmazon (HishiAmazon)

They said yesterday was Amazon's birthday, too bad yesterday I was imprisoned by the old folks, and then tomorrow I'll go by car and plane (sigh

The monthly ticket is almost up to a thousand; first, I'll pray that the computer case delivery goes smoothly.