Chapter 64: Is It Possible That the Earth's Environment Isn't Any Better Either?

Aomo's text reading speed is quite fast; this speed seems to have improved somewhat after bloodline awakening, and it's not far from true reading ten lines at a glance.

But even with this leisure, he has been staring at that letter for a minute already.

If asking whether he's moved, it actually happened for a moment, especially since he could actually guess who that 'noble person' is.

Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan Misheng.

His position is Central Telesen Chairman, and he is also the boss of JunChuan JiangSheng.

For Aomo, who roughly knows most of the academy's staff and students' names, how close they are, and even their family backgrounds, guessing what JunChuan JiangSheng has him do is truly too easy.

If it's her, then indeed this is the sort of overly enthusiastic and tolerant attitude that gets involved with horse girls.

Aomo also feels somewhat surprised and honored by this.

Simply, the trainer was never in his considerations from the start, even though those horse girls could be regarded as some kind of transmigrant.

Being born with an otherworldly horse spirit attached can be called the gentlest kind of soul transmigration.

It does not interfere with your memory, does not force your spirit, and still grants you talent far beyond ordinary people; horse girls are like blessed beings, but consequently they are often given the name of that horse and have an extraordinary obsession with speed and competition.

But it's hard to say whether this is due to the influence of the horse spirit.

After all, people also pursue limits.

Anyone with superhuman qualities will want to test their own limits, let alone when reality provides an exceptionally perfect stage.

Friendship, recognition, wealth, and glory are all there; it's hard for a horse girl to refuse Telesen Academy, and even harder to refuse a track seemingly tailor-made for you.

Then, those who have made the choice must oppose the fate that burdens their soul, which is like a curse——

——physical defects, illnesses that arrive on schedule, and even the deeply soul‑etched Waterloo‑like deeds—these are precisely the interventions from their otherworldly lives that strengthen the otherworldly and fateful elements borne by horse girls.

Even in a world where quantum entanglement has been proven and God really does roll dice.

In the Boundary Gate Region, cases involving horse girls also fall under the jurisdiction of the Two Worlds Safety Bureau.

Proving even a little bit counts as being a transmigrant.

But they do not fall within Aomo's ideal target range.

But after realizing his own inertia in certain thoughts, Aomo cannot deny that those beings have a profound influence on him, making them hard to sever.

Telesen still falls within his interests.

But this invitation directly challenges the trainer; what they want is for him to come work.

Again, it's the familiar problem: the difference between interest and work.

The trainer's work is being a dad and mom, then a coach, and if necessary also a nutritionist, possibly even a partner, and if one goes further it becomes Shang Yang.

——Hiss!

Aomo feels he should reject contact with crazy writings, especially those few anonymous membership forums.

There are always forums that dare to defy heaven's great taboo, secretly making horse girl pictures and crazy writings; yet inside there seem to have been a few real trainers, and even if anonymous, their professional theories are spun convincingly, causing Aomo to take many notes while also being forced to view some weird creations that easily ruin impressions.

Aomo also doesn't understand why someone would put proper training steps into crazy writings, but it seems such people always exist; even in the "Non‑existent Memories", it proves that another world once had an artist who drew a series of speeding red‑letter books, the ghs parts being just ordinary, but whenever drawing cars they were extremely detailed, which is astonishing.

Perhaps it was precisely for this dish of vinegar that the dumplings were specially wrapped.

But this has gone off track.

After coming to his senses, Aomo merely pondered this letter.

Thinking that although mercenary work is rather free, with time fully under one's control, being a trainer is not so easy to say.

Encountering some independent, self‑sufficient horse girls with good foundations indeed offers plenty of fish to catch, but meeting some with poor foundations and clingy little girls means you become the Doraemon bound to them.

Although taking on horse girls can be mutually chosen, and dissatisfaction with contradictions can lead to contract termination, it seems this is not something newcomers should think about.

——Even if this invitation seems to skip professional trainer training, Aomo can guess that after the past there will still be training awaiting him.

Then it's just about grinding seniority; this point is roughly the same whether in the Eastflame Region or the Jidong Region.

At that time I probably won't have much spare time to grind reputation with the Two Worlds Safety Bureau or transmigrant events.

So this is rather delicate.

He can see that side is desperately seeking talent; perhaps his learned abilities could indeed be of help.

Looking back over these years, I have received encouragement from this group and even gambled money with it, but aside from that one drink during a special week, I have truly had no other return.

I had originally intended to save it for later, but right now is also a great time to do something.

So he then typed out the response above.

First delay a bit, then return to Earth to see if independent entrepreneurship works; whether it does or not, I can chat with Telesen.

Since the invitation is written so solemnly, not even discussing identity, there must also be consideration of how different identities bring different situations.

The plan thus set, Aomo exited the email, glanced at the time, and turned up the volume of the "Morrison Lindun" program segment.

There is still some time before logging into the escort ship; he intends to check the mercenary industry situation in the Boundary Gate Region, then learn the application rules for independent agencies.

Naturally, this certainly includes advice from his foster father as a practitioner.

But because I muted Morrison when replying earlier, this vampire's noisiness is now greater than before, and thus ends up being useless.

So Aomo again opened the music software, raised the volume, to drown out the mocking words from nearby saying something like "You'll eventually have to walk this path!"

Let him shout... Aomo listens to his feigned wild laughter, feeling no inner disturbance, and even somewhat envies this guy's optimistic vitality.

He now only feels there are many things to keep busy, as if returning to the early days when he came to the Boundary Gate Region together with his foster father.

Back then, for Morrison, it was merely a plain homecoming, bringing along a "specialty".

But for Aomo, he must muster courage to accept a completely new environment, new interpersonal relations, and new difficulties——

——that man with zero self‑care ability is himself a major problem, especially since he regards everything as a given, making his efforts struggle to move forward.

Who would have thought that after that man turned into this state, I would still have to face so many problems.

People often say this is the worry of adults; thinking this, Aomo's gaze shifted to the corner, where he glanced at Morrison still saying something.

Heh, adults.

These days let's just squeeze the adults.

Aomo was preparing to show the vampire what a more conceptual vampire would look like, completely ignoring that he had once condemned such vampires alongside Morrison.

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The latter was a fully armed small starfighter; though its description was brief, it could pursue the former's escape, and Aomo could discern many details from its external weaponry, yet he still failed to see its banner.

Thus we ignore that term.

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Names: Aomo. Also 'small starfighter' is generic.

He could only see a few lines resembling part of a logo on the rear engine nozzle.

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The angle was too poor...

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Closing his eyes to scrutinize his memory recording, he played it frame by frame several times, but Aomo could not derive any information from those few lines; moreover, the starfighter's external model was too commonplace to yield any worthwhile find.

Names: Aomo. Also 'starfighter' is generic.

Maybe he'd see it on the news later... He opened his eyes again to see passengers standing up; Aomo also took off the inhibitor on his head, examined it briefly, then set it down and got up to change clothes.

Names: Aomo.

He was about to return to the Boundary Gate Area; it was better not to dwell on the inhibitor issue or what he had just seen.

Names: Boundary Gate Area (maybe "Gate Area"? "Boundary Gate" could be "Boundary Gate"? Might be a place name. Not in glossary. We'll need to decide if it's a place name. "Boundary Gate Area" likely a district: "Gate District"? Could be a proper noun. Since it's a place name, we should translate meaning? The rule: place-NAMES that are a bare surname/meaningless proper noun use pinyin. If it has meaning, we translate. "Boundary Gate" literally "Boundary Gate". So we can translate as "Boundary Gate Area". However we need to see if it's a proper noun. Likely it's a name of a district. We'll translate meaning: "Boundary Gate Area". But we need to check if we should keep as pinyin? Since it's not a bare surname, it's meaningful, we translate. So we will not include it as a separate glossary entry; we will translate it in the line.

Right now, all he could think of was:

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Haha! I'm an earthling! Heaven's Gate City, this lousy place I can't stay even a second, man!