Chapter 7

Monday, this thing is so hateful.

It cuts down countless students in the classroom and chops off the spirits of countless office workers, leaving them soulless and lifeless like walking corpses.

All of this stems from fatigue.

They expended excessive energy during the weekend holiday, only increasing fatigue that never subsided.

Fatigue never fades easily.

Whether they are vampire office workers at a private security contractor or students heading to Boundary Gate District Middle School, it treats them equally.

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with you again?

Aomo, whose duty is to be the alarm clock, will as usual kick his foster father's bedroom door, and only after getting a response does he go to wash up.

Usually, their departure times differ, so meeting in the entryway now is a rare coincidence, but seeing each other's dark circles, they obviously don't consider it fortunate.

As mentioned before, Aomo's foster father, Mo Li Sen, is a 'useless adult'.

One who habitually sleeps in, sighs after being late for work and eating dinner, complains endlessly as a vampire, and even spends money recklessly like a moon clan, is indeed a poor role model; but after Aomo takes on the roles of 'violent door-kicking alarm' and 'dictatorial economic steward', this situation gradually improves until he gets back on track in life.

The ever-present dark circles have long since disappeared.

Yet I never expected it to return today, drawing a frown from Aomo.

But Mo Li Sen, how could he not feel surprised?

Aomo has been a 'little adult' since childhood, caring not only for others but also for himself; Mo Li Sen rarely sees him stay up late, especially outside of holidays.

"In the middle of the night, a B... T teacher messaged me, asking me to prepare a set of basic data for time travelers." Aomo's expression remained blank.

He insults people and even throws a two-part curve...

He's back, everything is back; Mo Li Sen found a familiar shadow in those words and continued putting on his shoes.

"What teacher! Go complain about him!"

"No need, I suppose it's some sudden time traveler incident," Aomo, having tied his athletic shoes, picked up the messenger bag beside him and said, "What's wrong with you again?"

"After looking at your set of Super Dream, I had a nightmare."

Probably feeling embarrassed, Mo Li Sen's expression wasn't great.

However, Aomo didn't intend to mock him; he just nodded, opened the door first, and said, "Let's get a pack of rare blood to perk up—I'll go ahead."

After his words, he rushed out, but when passing the neighbor's door, Aomo slightly lowered his gaze, recalling he had promised to call the neighbor 'uncle' upon meeting; however, the neighbor's gate, known as Vlad III, remained shut, so he didn't need to restrain his steps.

He walked briskly; seeing the elevator numbers, he realized the sixth floor was far, so he preferred to head for the stairs, but before reaching the fourth-floor marker he heard a familiar mixed sound.

It was the sound of dozens of tiny creatures flapping their wings together, not only fluttering but also emitting a slightly sharp low hum as they passed by his side.

"Not quite there yet, your speed."

The teasing voices of those who constantly interact also came at that moment; Aomo watched the bat swarm recede at a speed he could barely keep up with, clicked his tongue, yet felt something subtle.

Turning into a bat swarm and dissipating into smoke, the vampire-themed emblem's skill was used by that man to hurry along; the man, overly law-abiding, feared management would complain, so instead of flying out of the complex directly from the hallway, he squeezed himself into the narrow corridor together with me......

It's really hard to evaluate.

Aomo, who refrained from judging, ran out of the stairs and out of the complex, then began checking the time via the crystal core in his mind while standing at the bus stop to steady his breath; in an instant, a phantom flashed by.

Still swinging his flying ponytail.

Fortunately, no one was hurt, as the other party was running in a designated lane.

Running alongside the non-motor vehicle lane, the high-speed biological lane is for any creature that can keep up with or even surpass vehicles using sheer bodily speed, the most famous of which are naturally horse girls, hence it's also called the horse girl lane.

To be honest, in the era of widespread superpower training, many races can reach or even exceed horse girl speed, but being fast doesn't mean rejecting vehicles, so the top user count of the horse girl lane is indeed horse girls themselves.

Thus, you often see in the streets of the Holy Terra Federation's cities: road speed limit 50, high-speed biological lane speed limit 70——

Thus, you can often see in the city streets of the Holy Terra Federation: lane speed limit 50, high-speed biological passage speed limit 70—

Moreover, runners on the high-speed biological lane indeed surpass the vehicles alongside them.

At this moment, Aomo, holding the strap on the bus to check the time, saw two more horse girls as the bus moved steadily; they were moving slower relative to the vehicle's speed, slow enough to make out their appearance as they passed his field of view.

At this moment, Aomo, who was standing on the bus holding the strap and checking the time, saw, as the bus moved smoothly forward, another two horse girls moving at a speed that, relative to the bus's speed, was not that fast—slow enough to make out their appearance—crossing his field of vision.

Only the most advanced prosthetic enhancements could react quickly enough to retain their silhouettes, while passengers holding phones and terminals could only watch the runners' backs turn into a distant bend, then be obscured by roadside greenery.

However, only that kind of final prosthetic modification could, with the quickest reaction, retain their silhouettes; while passengers holding phones and terminals could only watch helplessly as the runners' silhouettes turned into a distant bend, then be obscured by the roadside greenery.

Unlike them, Aomo's reaction remains calm.

First, the highest institution for horse girls, the Central Torasen Academy, lies within the Boundary Gate District of the Holy Terra Federation.

Simply put, it's the same city, so the chance of seeing horse girls in casual or school uniforms on the streets is still quite high.

Second, the Boundary Gate District Establish Gate Middle School he intends to attend, together with Central Torasen Academy, is located on the west side of Boundary Gate District, just two blocks apart, greatly increasing the chance of a random encounter; Establish Gate Middle School also takes pride in having seen or known Torasen students, and it's not uncommon to hear the classic brag opening, 'I have a horse girl friend named XXX'.

Furthermore, the Limen Middle School in the Gate District that he was heading to, together with Central Tresen, is located on the west side of the Gate District, only two blocks apart, making chance encounters much more likely; Limen Middle School also takes pride in having seen or known Tresen students, and among them are plenty who classicly start bragging with 'I have a horse girl friend XXX.'

However, someone like Aomo, who basically never talks about horse girls with others, upon hearing horse girl news not only avoids looking but silently detours, can also be considered unconventional.

So far, no one has noticed this; it's not that Aomo isn't famous enough, but that everyone simply isn't idle enough.

The bus stop near the subway entrance waiting for Aomo's Bi Ze is actually quite idle.

But he will proactively bring up horse girl topics; Aomo isn't unable to respond, he's just rather aloof.

But although he would actively bring up the horse girl topic, Aomo wasn't unable to respond; he was just rather aloof.

Bi Ze greeted him with a smile.

"I just saw the young lady of the White Eye Family run past; too bad I didn't capture it to show you. Oh right, you couldn't possibly not know who the White Eye Family's young lady is, could you?"

Bi Ze still doesn't realize that, compared to his own Ye Gong loves horses, his seemingly aloof friend who is indifferent to horse girls actually knows quite a bit about horse girl races, nearly an insider; in his browser's bookmarks under a folder labeled 'Horse Racing', are nothing but premium posts from horse racing forums and some promotional schedules by trainers for horse girls.

Bi Ze still didn't realize that, compared to his own professed love of horses, his close friend who seemed utterly indifferent to horse girls in his eyes actually knew quite a lot about horse girl races, almost to the point of being an expert; in a browser bookmark page, under a folder labeled 'Horse Racing,' were nothing but top posts from horse racing forums and some promotional posts by trainers about horse girl schedules.

Aomo took the lead, heading toward the subway entrance, just as Bi Ze had expected his aloofness.

This time it's not a misunderstanding; he really doesn't care if the other person sees White Eye Macqueen, nor does he want to know more—he only cares about race performance and horse girl updates, not personal contact.

This time it's not a mistake confirmation, he indeed doesn't care much about the other party seeing Mùbái Màikūn, nor does he want to know, he only cares about the performance in the race and the current status of the horse girls, rather than personally contacting.

The reason he researched so deeply yet didn't want to meet horse girls is simple.

At first he was quite interested in horse racing and enjoyed watching it, but when he seriously studied it to make a living and considered profiting from it, his attitude naturally changed.

When interest becomes a job, enthusiasm gradually fades, and the painful mask follows.

Aomo didn't suffer an intense painful mask because he handled it properly, dividing things into two states: when it was time to analyze races, he analyzed seriously; otherwise he avoided horse girl-related matters, so he wouldn't get too troubled.

In fact, Morrison had also suggested he apply for the trainer profession, after all his champion predictions relied on judging horse girls' conditions, and based on his own research he already had a sixty percent success rate with excellent insight; becoming a trainer would obviously have great potential, bringing fame and profit, and maybe even bring his daughter‑in‑law back.

But Aomo didn't intend to have such a tight relationship with horse girls; he just used spare money to bet on races, and the situation of winning three out of five already accumulated funds ideally. His goal remained the Two Worlds Safety Bureau, and compared to contacting those indirect transmigrators, he was more interested in pure transmigrators.

Of course, I'm not talking about the person next to him.

"It's not about whether it's important or not; I'm saying you, at least being a local idol, paying attention to you once in a while won't hurt."

"Your history probably hasn't learned yet that Tresen's capital is located in the Gate Zone merely because when the three goddesses crossed over years ago, they happened to be on this land."

"Back then, this place wasn't called the Gate Zone yet."

Aomo said calmly, stepping over the security checkpoint as he spoke and bending to pick up the satchel on the conveyor belt.

This was already a very polite way of saying that the sense of honor from being in the same region is meaningless.

Such words are somewhat harsh and hurtful, so he chose to be polite like this, and then he heard Bi Ze, who had come up from behind, say:

"Isn't that just showing I have a fateful connection with Tresen? I also crossed over and ended up in the Gate Zone!"

""

Aomo fell silent, silent because of this invincible brain circuit.

Immediately afterwards he felt that correcting it would be too troublesome, so he focused on his surroundings to divert his attention.

Just as seen among the fellow subway passengers, amidst the varied and diverse racial features, the element of 'horse' could faintly be seen.

Another horse girl...

Aomo silently quickened his pace, then heard Bi Ze shout: "There's even a horse girl riding the subway!"

Well, he actually wanted to complain about this, but he just didn't want to speak.

Then he and Bi Ze took the escalator to the subway entrance and saw a horse girl's image printed on the subway.

The Gate Zone has a special horse girl-themed itasha livery, paired with the current race's food.

Taking three steps as two, with Bi Ze somewhat surprised, Aomo hurriedly stepped into the carriage, finally opening his mouth but only letting out a speechless sigh.

Horse girls are everywhere; he is surrounded by horse girl elements.