Chapter 571: with translation of chapter title

NO. 153: Green Wild Fairy Traces

The Internet gives humanity too much convenience, mainly by lowering the threshold for obtaining information.

Contemporary people rely on it excessively, just like Aomo—his knowledge accumulation from childhood onward cannot do without the Internet's assistance, and now, as a mercenary and as a trainer, understanding information in each field also entirely relies on the Internet's convenience.

Besides him, contemporary times also have many more cybernetic enhancers.

Moreover, these enhancers, unlike Aomo, do not delay updating the brain crystal.

Thus they naturally need no terminals or phones as communication tools, and they regard the UI and text before them as part of life, being able to manually download and add different versions when dissatisfied.

Rather than saying they coexist with the Internet, it is more accurate to say they live upon the Internet.

Of course, horse girls usually have no relation to the identity of cybernetic enhancers.

Because cybernetic enhancement is inherently within the prohibited scope of regular competitions, the vast majority of horse girls' active careers have no connection to enhancement.

After retirement, naturally no one looks after you.

But after being a natural person for over a decade and becoming accustomed to life without cybernetic enhancement, one will also naturally resist it.

Just as many transmigrators in this world also resist surgery, even if told of modern medicine's advances, they still regard surgery as a flood and ferocious beast.

Even resisting injections!

This is a cognitive difference, a lifestyle inertia produced by living environments that differ too greatly.

Compared to the many modernized cities of the Holy Terra Federation, the relatively conservative‑styled Jiemen District indeed has the highest proportion of citizens with mild cybernetic enhancement.

Moreover, for many Terra Federation citizens, it is nearly an urban legend—citizens without any cybernetic enhancement.

This once became a promotional advantage, attracting many traditional cultivators opposed to cyberneticization, and even more families of horse girls moving across districts to provide their daughters with a better living environment.

Jiemen District's policy in this regard has always been favorable, after all, the urban economy driven annually by horse-related industries is plain to see.

But even so, life still presents various obstacles, and more often it is like Ailisuzhi's family, directly sending their daughter over to study abroad.

The Wan Sheng Ji from Hongying District is likewise; conversely, Qianming representative, called the "Native King Who Transcends Common Sense," is so because she is not only a Triple Crown horse girl but also a local horse girl of Jiemen District.

After retirement she continues practicing Origin Energy cultivation, while having no interest in cybernetic enhancement.

Likewise, Zhen Ji Ling, born in the Jidong District and residing in the Jiemen urban area, similarly accepts technology only to the extent of intelligent magic staffs.

By comparison, Wan Sheng Ji, though not a local resident, but Hongying District has always been known for conservatism; observing the efficiency of the London municipal government at the district center shows—expecting that lot to undertake any technological construction is largely a vain hope.

Wan Sheng Ji herself is clearly a sports car equipped with hover flight functionality but never used; she simply prefers to be a traditional enthusiast who speeds wildly on the ground.

Of course, the reason these three can appear together is not their attitude toward cybernetic enhancement, but the original topic—the convenience the Internet brings to people.

【04: Has yesterday's matter ended?】

【10: I don't know, eh, I'm also curious why last night's investigation had no follow-up; numbers 13 and 11 just went silent, ah】

【05: I saw a subtle message, oh, it's being forwarded diligently in the neighboring group】

——05 sent a link with hidden dangers——

【07: Ah? Why is it highlighted in red?】

【12: Fake, but we can also confirm he's at Penguin Logistics; those with idle curiosity can go dig up some fun】

【06: Eh? But the Digital Sea has been unstable these two days, I have no time, oh】

【09: Just as busy, and we should also properly give him some relaxation time】

【05: So you're just not relaxing enough, eh, Ruduo; I'm leaving first!】

【10: Want to come together? Little Qianming, sis saved the co‑pilot seat for you!】

【05: Um… can I take the back seat?】

【04: Can you give Karen a ride along the way?】

【02: You guys really made anonymity meaningless, how annoying!】

Setting aside the complaint of a certain group inviter, the three horse girls thus embarked on their journey.

One horse girl drives a luxury car, one holds information, one is full of ideas.

Together they set off, under the banner of comforting Aomo, heading for Penguin Logistics.

The horse girl in the luxury car slams the accelerator, the one holding information considers a gift, and the idea‑full horse girl runs mental simulations.

But because the idea‑full horse girl is too young, she thoughtlessly took the passenger seat, so her ideas vanished; her expression upon getting out was not pleasant, and the horse girl who had picked the gift handed her a medicine box, saying it contained a tablet that would make her feel a bit better.

She certainly thanked them, but she also had to face a buzzing‑in‑the‑head state, causing even the draft she had prepared to vanish entirely.

Caught off guard—Zhen Ji Ling's journey can be described by this word throughout.

When she accepted the invitation under Qianming representative's astonished gaze and took the passenger seat, her former composure had already vanished.

Of course, cuteness remains.

You can't say that little girl, clearly frightened yet forcing herself, is not cute; at least Qianming representative, who occasionally glances at her, finds her quite cute.

Especially that appearance of clearly being unable to adapt yet forcing herself—like a kitten tied to a seat, frightened into immobility yet instinctively shaking its head—makes her unable to resist a hint of mischievous amusement, so she gives up interfering.

But frankly, this is not necessarily a bad thing.

After all, she can see that this middle‑school girl's mindset is not very stable, or rather, she is overly eager.

Qianming representative naturally knows something about Zhen Ji Ling; a little girl who already approached a million fans before debut is surely bound for greatness and can become a topic for many.

Amid Qianming representative's many friends, she has heard plenty of discussion and evaluation about Zhen Ji Ling.

But she cannot help but complain about one thing: whenever the topic of Zhen Ji Ling arises, the content is extremely homogeneous.

In other words, it's all the same.

Even she finds it tiresome.

At such times she cannot help but recall that, when she was not yet weary, a rookie trainer once evaluated from a unique angle, mercilessly dissecting that cute essence.

"After all, she's a UmaStagram celebrity, young yet deeply versed in how to operate and display her advantages in appearance and voice."

Looking back, that was also the beginning of her paying special attention to Trainer Aomo Lindun; at first she merely felt he looked somewhat familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere, and then later……

She then not only understood him better, but also came to understand Zhen Ji Ling even more.

Only after getting to know that nearly perfect little girl did she realize: she would overlook her own blatantly obvious message in the group chat—'【Fore… back seat okay?】'—and accept Maruzen's invitation; her absent‑mindedness was somewhat evident.

In that case, let Senior Maruzen give you a lesson!

After the co‑driver ride shaken up by Maruzen's driving skills, that little girl will no longer be tense—of course, she might even forget the initial preparations.

That might be a good thing.

After all, that little girl's obsession with Aomo has carried a hint of willfulness from the very start.

The fledgling that has already learned to fly still, in its own way, clings to its old nest, unaware that it is merely a phantom—a hut torn apart by the storm into disarray.