Chapter 63

The vampire exploitation plan ultimately failed.

It's not that the vampire is uncooperative; it's that the capitalist vampire has the edge.

living person, electronic ghost, company insurance, capital vampire. No named.

Then it painfully cost. 6 dollars.

At least we could wipe off the change; otherwise just looking at the front makes this ticket seem a bit off.

Of course, wiping it might make the taste a bit purer.

While eating lunch, he bought the evening departure flight; there was enough time to make it, and Aomo looked completely like someone who had to flee back to Earth overnight.

bus, temporary dormitory, large projection screen, monster battle record, Executor. Also maybe "Executor" appears. Also "Executor" is a title, we have glossary entry.

The clear pixels showed that at that time a patch of his black hair had turned white, his whole body swayed, and as if between demon and human form he flickered several times in an instant, then was helped up by the Executor who came speeding over.

Two Worlds Safety Bureau. Also maybe "bureau chief"? Not yet.

none.

At that moment he directly turned his head to look at the other Executors, who had been furtively glancing at him before, putting on an act of maternal tenderness like water and paternal steadiness like a mountain, now they all avoided his gaze, and even two of them pretended to cough.

none.

bureau chief. Also maybe "bureau chief". Also "bureau chief" appears.

Aomo. Also Molisen. Also cafeteria. Also maybe "Molisen". Also "Molisen" appears.

Those gifts can now be delivered by oneself, and certain recordings also need to be completely cancelled.

After finishing all that, Aomo repacked his luggage, informed the Executor he had met several times, and was then sent to the airport.

The scarf slightly lifted to block the mouth, the fisherman's hat slightly tilted to shield the eyes, maintaining a low field of view that a good child should absolutely not imitate, he headed straight to the airport's personal lounge for departing passengers, only then did he let out a breath.

Molisen. Also maybe "Molisen".

Morrison, hanging on the light screen as the field-of-view commander, looked smug.

I don't know what there is to be pleased about.

"Can you give some advice on how to pass security normally?" Aomo said, pulling out the card case from his messenger bag, glancing at it, then putting it back.

Although this thing didn't block the resonance between him and the card, it did indeed block the security's energy detection.

Safety Bureau. Maybe generic? Not named.

However, holders of this kind of card-type permit usually use the card as a blade, rather than as a summoning technique.

Beta Magic Blade, Beta System, Frontier Lighthouse. Also maybe "Beta". Also "Beta Magic Blade" and "Beta System". Also "Frontier Lighthouse". Also maybe "Beta" as part.

Thinking of the genuine new toy lifted his spirits a little, but he was adept at tormenting himself—he opened the terminal screen, pulled up his email, and saw a courteous yet extremely formulaic rejection letter that seemed to have been auto‑generated by the Source Energy Engineering Institute.

The data sync detected that he had registered as a mercenary, and the program automatically drafted the paperwork—no human intervention required.

It was convenient, but lacked any warmth.

But the rejection letter didn't need warmth either, so Aomo quickly skimmed it and deleted it.

Then the page automatically switched to the previous email.

To: Mr. Aomo Lindun

Mr. Lindun, I apologize for the sudden contact; please forgive me.

Because of your outstanding speech on June 8 and the special regard of two horsegirl students, a distinguished figure at Central Tresen Academy has taken great interest in you, but has regrettably been unable to locate you until recently noticing the incident in Heaven Gate City.

That distinguished person is eager to contact you, so I have sent you this email.

We can promise you that Central Tresen Academy is dedicated to fulfilling the dreams of trainers and horsegirls alike, regardless of past or identity, upholding the spirit of unity as they pursue the crown of glory and ideals.

The gates of Tresen Academy will always stand open to all.

If you are interested, please click the horseshoe‑shaped icon below to bypass the two‑year training and register directly as a novice trainer.

Should you have any further questions, I will answer them after you arrive at the academy.

——JunChuan JiangSheng

「？」

「Dense!! JiangSheng, how is it—has that boy still not replied?!! 」

「He's actually a young man... Chairman。」

「Rejected! That is indeed a boy! He still needs guidance to see his true self! I've watched that video three times! Three times! 」

He hammered home the 'three times', and Chairman Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan even wrote the characters 'three times' in a flourish as he flung open his fan.

「Again! Ask once more—has that boy still not replied? Five hours have passed! It's time to sort things out—could there be some hidden ailment keeping him unconscious?! 」

「……」

No longer wishing to rebut the chairman's confident 'seeing is mastering' attitude, JiangSheng fell silent for a moment, then glanced again at the projection computer before him and replied:

「No, although the Two Worlds Safety Bureau of Heaven Gate City refused all interviews, they solely indicated that Mr. Lindun's condition was fine; as for a reply... 」

Perhaps he really has no intention of becoming a trainer... JiangSheng thought to himself.

Many young people enter this industry with various hopes, only to leave disappointed—some don't even last the first few years.

Because a rookie trainer rarely finds a horsegirl willing to entrust her career to him—unless extremely lucky, he must spend two or three years as an assistant under a senior trainer.

Moreover, even if he finds one, he may not train her well.

Newcomers lack judgment experience, making it hard to apply book knowledge in practice; even those lucky enough to secure a horsegirl right upon debut rarely see their first partner achieve success.

True achievement requires time and sweat; when faced with this reality, newcomers most often quit and then dramatize their experiences, creating an artificial barrier that all aspiring trainers must confront.

In recent years, the pass rate from recruitment to becoming a full trainer has remained unfavorable.

Chairman Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan once wondered: Are today's adults living too comfortably, unable to endure any hardship, lacking the grit and tenacity of those girls?

Besides that, there are also the newcomer trainers who are transmigrants.

They do have enthusiasm, but they rush for quick results and have unfounded confidence, at times causing physical problems in the horsegirls they train; fortunately modern medical technology is advanced enough—otherwise, in the past this would have ruined a horsegirl's life.

Even if medical technology can fix things, it still leaves many people—including JiangSheng himself and the chairman—quite angry.

The latter even once wanted to add a few words of warning to the trainers' regulations, but upon reflection thought it was too much and still cancelled it.

Not all trainers are that inadequate, the chairman still understands.

But precisely for this reason, once a truly outstanding seedling appears, the chairman's performance becomes far more enthusiastic than before.

However, this Mr. Lin Dun has never expressed any intention from start to finish, and the matter of 'excellence' still needs to be verified.

JunChuan JiangSheng began to feel that Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan Chairman was getting a bit carried away, already having shifted from simple admiration to a 'three visits to the thatched cottage, if you don't come I'll wear you out' kind of spiteful behavior.

Just as she had just thought that, she heard a new message notification from the projection computer; this time she didn't need to say anything, the chairman had already darted to the screen ahead of her by half a step, his face full of expectation collapsing completely.

RE: Miss JunChuan JiangSheng

Thank you for your and the other party's invitation, and also thanks to the latter for their favor; I have understood your school's tolerance and urgency toward talent, but just as you both know, my situation is somewhat complex, needing to settle down before consideration; fortunately I am preparing to return to the Boundary Gate District to settle down, please wait two days.

I don't want to disappoint the expectation you two have held since a single interview and a single misunderstanding, but since it concerns my future prospects, I also don't want any trouble I might bring to cause trouble for you all, or for any future partners; I hope you can understand and be forgiving.

"Looks like there's at least some hope, Chairman."

Thinking of the exaggeration in the news reports, I actually believe the other party indeed has a rather complicated situation, JunChuan JiangSheng, without doubt.

Thinking that at least I could let the chairman calm down and relax a bit, I instead saw the other party slightly frown and close their folding fan.

"Suspicion! This reply letter seems as if it were seeing both of us, the tone likewise frank, clearly the signature is only JiangSheng, and in my wording there is also concealment."

"Maybe it's just a coincidence; perhaps Mr. Lin Dun is simply the type who considers things more thoroughly, and likely also intends to reply to both me and you at once."

Looking at those reply words, JunChuan JiangSheng was somewhat surprised by the other party's politeness and thoroughness; it really didn't feel like facing a child who had just finished the college entrance exam, but rather like a well-spoken gentleman from Hongying District.

However, upon further thought, that's another matter.

After all, the name Aomo is 'omer', meaning both 'a bundle of wheat' in Hebrew and a common name in Bode District.

The residents of that region are mostly rigorous and stiff—although this is a stereotype, it indeed has created a certain impact in the current perception.

Perhaps he would get along better with Miss Rongjin Shanyao... JunChuan JiangSheng thought.

"Probably! Then let's wait a bit, hoping he won't be overly moved and then refuse."

Recalling a certain buzzword that had been popular for a period of time, Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan Chairman unconsciously propped the hat brim with the fan handle, causing the cat listlessly leaning on the hat to emit two displeased purrs.

If so, what would happen?

You wouldn't really have gone all out, would you?

JunChuan JiangSheng's usual smile was somewhat strained, and he/she sighs deeply at the chairman's occasional childishness, as if it were like one's appearance and age.