Chapter 425: NO．8：Unchanging Original Aspiration

NO．8：Unchanging Original Aspiration

As a source energy practitioner who masters a large amount of civilian-type source energy techniques.

Aomo firmly believes in one principle: that the development of technology always moves toward civilian use, toward simplicity.

Even the training of horse girls themselves, such as speed and strength, is not limited to the track and the gym.

Just like Narita Hakujin can even achieve training goals through combat in the electronic arena.

Indeed, combat itself is also a complex sport, involving fields not less than running, and indeed more—strength, speed, endurance, willpower, skill, nerve reflexes, etc.

What running needs to pay attention to, it has; what running does not need to pay attention to, it also needs.

Moreover, in the differences among these fields due to different combat styles, there is also a wonderful similarity to the varying running-style needs of horse girls.

Thus, some young horse girls also enjoy considerable popularity in the eyes of the Martial Arts Faction.

For example, the Yae Muteki of the Jidong martial house, and also a certain individual from the Ameri district whose demeanor and abilities are strongly martial-house-like, the Grass-Flying.

They are, while galloping on the track, also equipped with martial arts training, even mutually reinforcing and progressing together, fully proving the diversity of the training program itself!

"Even so, don't you think racing could also work?"

Standing before the window of a silver-black dual-tone Lotus Exige, Ailisuzhi looked somewhat speechlessly at Aomo, who was individually toggling the dashboard dials and adjusting the buttons, feeling he didn't seem like he was about to drive a race car.

More like he was piloting a mech.

"Are modern car dashboards all like this?"

She didn't understand, but seeing Bopang's eyes shining brightly beside her, she was greatly shocked.

Turning her head again to look at Chazuo, she saw that the other's dark gold pupils appeared cold and calm, but actually lacked focus, and she thus found comfort.

Fortunately, it's not just her who doesn't understand.

Looking again at the two who also came to 'watch' the East Commerce Reform and Desert Hero, she felt even more relieved.

She was convinced it was merely that the mechanical guinea pig's hobby was a bit special.

"It may be biased, not suitable as a strength training item, but it can train intellect and willpower, and also consumes nerve reflexes; indeed it can serve as a training item," Aomo said, glancing at Bopang, "I'll get you a similar driving simulation game later; I recall that on the deep immersion shelf there's even a Gundam driving simulation."

Playing buy-to-own single-player or online games is also more promising than playing those pushy mobile games, kid… Aomo really wanted to say that straight out, but in the end he still chose such a roundabout strategy.

Considering the long-standing determination and perseverance of cyber horse girls, he doesn't think Bopang will become addicted to games to the point of neglecting training, but that kind of game that tricks you into spending money and consumes time, played like a job, really isn't okay. jpg

That's for office workers and students with fragmented game time to play, complementing work and study.

Once you have more continuous time, you need not waste life and money on it.

Of course, Bopang has only recently escaped the sea of electronic killers and begun to contact the vast and unknown electronic world.

Those big-production exquisite games she hasn't really touched yet; Aomo fully believes her current obsession with mobile games is just because she hasn't seen anything better.

These are trivial matters.

Just like now, in the eyes of that chestnut-red-haired horse girl, the long-lacking-undulation blue pupils hide a bright, gleaming light.

Can!

Although I don't know whether it's the driving simulator or Gundam that attracts them, anyway they're very interested, so he can also turn back with relief and continue adjusting the dial before him.

Then he answered Suzi's question from just now.

"As for current car dashboards… they're roughly the same, ordinary cars don't need to be like this, but speed‑pursuing sports cars generally share this style."

He said, trying to start the Lotus Exige, watching the needle movement on the gauge, satisfiedly turning it off: "After all, Miss Wanshan Siji's car, although its appearance is rather retro, its internal configuration is entirely cutting‑edge sports‑car parts; this chassis you can already regard as a spaceship, requiring many adjustments, so it's usually equipped with AI management."

Having said that, he pressed another button, and saw the two button panels on the dashboard deform and expand, revealing a spherical instrument.

Covered by his raised hand, the chassis immediately emitted a low rumble, and the whole vehicle lifted slightly.

The rear of the vehicle body also began to rapidly deform and extend.

Then, in Aomo's swirling sphere, it retracted, and the vehicle body lowered back down.

"It can indeed fly."

"I basically never use this function~"

In the gaze of the five horse girls turning their heads, that bright red sports car slowly approached, its open window reflecting the eager face of the retired horse girl.

Professional racers usually wear racing suits and helmets; Maruzen Sukī obviously substituted her own victory suit, while Aomo himself, although he didn't dig out the riding gear matched with the Beta Moto, also didn't change into it.

Although the three‑piece suit he wears is ordinary clothing, his demon‑person transformation itself is already sufficient armor, which will cover him when needed.

"Decided? Are you sure about this Lotus Exige?"

After learning that Aomo is a rare holder of an S‑class driver's license, her state became like this.

After all, there is a widely accepted saying in the racing world.

Racers don't necessarily have an S‑class license, but those who do are absolutely qualified to be racers.

In the Holy Terra Federation's licensing system, licenses below A+ level follow the saying that single‑letter grade licenses do not interfere with each other, but A+ and above.

... the domain involving 'S' is truly universal.

Spaceships, shuttles, universal‑spec mobile armor, cars, motorcycles, boats, and the like—it is itself established upon the 'space exploration' purpose driving license standard.

As required of ship‑borne main personnel to master various vehicle operations, even including assessment items such as magic brooms, flying dragons, and other restless living creatures.

It can be said to be very difficult.

Even allowing the use of crystal cores and such external memory aids, it still often takes two years to obtain this certificate.

Thus it is naturally rare.

After all, ordinary people really have no reason to take this exam.

If it weren't for his curiosity about other worlds, even fantasizing about treatment like crossing over to another world as easily as toilet paper, Aomo wouldn't have taken the exam.

Although he often has to train various minor skills for work needs, making him now comparable to a youthful version of Wudai Xiong Jie, he truly has no use for an S‑class license.

Even after Penguin Logistics expanded its recruitment, the number of employees with an S‑class license is no more than ten.

After all, it's merely preparation made in pursuit of a dream.

Then he ran into a subtle stage for displaying his abilities.

After all, if he didn't need to get an S‑class license, he truly wouldn't bother to learn about high‑performance sports cars.

In the traditional gun‑vehicle‑ball triangle, he only takes interest in guns that are convenient for armed work.

But since he's already prepared, there's no need to hold back.

"Decided, that's it." Without turning to look at the other person, he spoke via the car's built‑in voice call; Aomo glanced at the rectangular display above the instrument panel where Molisen appeared.

Molisen was pointing at those programs beside him, while he merely gave a dumbfounded chuckle and shook his head.

Whether it's Molisen, the unseen Witch Beast, or the Ba'er Beast X wearing free armor that disappeared for a while, such entities operating in the data domain can function like auxiliary AIs, differing only in effectiveness according to their specific abilities.

But just as Wanshan Siji doesn't need to use it, Aomo also doesn't need to use it.

"Let me test the track adaptation for a round before racing you, okay?"

"Of course."

The crimson sports car moved out of the passage convenient for the silver‑black dual‑tone vehicle to advance; Wanshan Siji is obviously a very generous woman, just as she lets Aomo choose the race car from her garage, allows him to adjust all the seat settings, and even further driving parameters.

For a professional racer, this is essentially an intolerable offense.

The feeling of having one's personal domain invaded or even tampered with is obviously unpleasant.

Being able to keep a car in her garage, although not as beloved as that crimson Lamborghini, would at least be greatly appreciated, having been driven dozens of times.

But she has remained consistently enthusiastic.

This is enough to prove her anticipation for the competition segment.

After all, she is simply a speed maniac.

On the track she uses her own feet; on the road she flies in her own supercar.

Even on a high‑speed road, the speed limit of the high‑speed biological passage is far lower than that afforded to motor vehicles.

This is precisely her original motive for liking sports cars.