Chapter 730: NO. 99: Superman Fantasy (Part 2)

NO. 99: Superman Fantasy (Part 2)

"As far as I know……"

The woman spoke again.

"In this world, horse girls are very popular, while the 'Superman' of our world can be considered the opposite extreme."

Guiye Xiaomei, a half‑blood born of an otherworldly 'monster' and a human, in other words a demi‑monster, whom many of her kin call 'Princess', the 'fox spirit' in the words of the Sirius Symbol, and a partner in the Symbol family's business.

Thus Aomo could make contact through the Sirius Symbol.

She is a woman with cherry‑blond long hair, and, as Sirius said, she has a pair of matching fox ears on her head.

Furthermore, unlike the left bangs pressed down at the tips, her right bangs naturally hang down, enough to cover her entire right eye, leaving only the purplish‑red left eye visible.

Aomo knew that it was concealing the hollow in her right eye.

To be frank, with the medical technology of the Boundary Gate District, making up for the missing eyeball is not difficult; even a prosthetic eye could guarantee function identical to a real eye, and the appearance as well.

Deliberately retaining past features, even the clothing that blends ancient and modern styles matches the ID, largely out of a sense of commemoration.

After all, as that story says, she and her compatriots have indeed left their original world.

As for such a transmigrator, Aomo actually didn't hold much confidence, even though he had the data collected by the Symbol family at hand.

Because that data only contains five days' worth of content, and moreover only a small part of it.

Because they have really only been here for nearly a week, those few days around the Double Seventh Festival.

And they first arrived in Heavenly Gate City, then transferred to the Earth Boundary Gate District in less than three days.

And the earlier data concerning the original world falls under the protective blockade of the Time Traveler Protection Law.

Only the time of transmigration registration is public, and can be easily looked up.

Such transmigrants at this time are usually in the stage of 'thinking they are dreaming, feeling a strong sense of unreality every day, and being startled by many things and phenomena.'

Yet she showed none of that unfamiliarity, except for the hollow in her right eye that seemed to indicate she didn't trust local medical technology.

It might be because the original world's art style is similar to this one, giving her adaptability, or perhaps she simply has exceptionally high adaptability; after all, as a spokesperson and the leader of the transmigrant group, she invariably possesses abilities beyond the ordinary.

The adaptability derived from acceptance and learning abilities is also a common trait of excellent leaders.

So, most likely she has both? Aomo guessed.

However, to be frank, Aomo lacks confidence in being able to truly communicate with her and obtain the core reason for Ludaofu's abnormal condition, given that the information gathered over the past five days is too scant to form a stable picture.

Just that day.

Together with the emerged‑from‑haze, back‑to‑normal Ludaofu Symbol, they tacitly avoided mentioning the arrangement of the Speed Symbol, as well as their recent abnormal conduct (Ludaofu absent‑minded, while Aomo's topic went downhill like a landslide).

After merely chatting briefly about recent affairs, Aomo bade farewell as if nothing had happened; privately he obtained from the Sirius Symbol: the stimulus Ludaofu recently received might have come from chatting with that fox spirit—upon receiving this information, he immediately asked the Sirius Symbol to relay contact on his behalf, and requested information in the capacity of Ludaofu's future assistant.

The information turned out unsatisfactory, yet unexpectedly a meeting was arranged—even the Sirius Symbol in charge of liaison was surprised, feeling they had barely begun introductions, merely saying that Aomo would later assist Ludaofu in negotiating and cooperating with the other party.

The other party agreed, as if they had just arrived on Earth a few days ago, arranging for their subordinates to be idle, adapting to local leisure.

The other party even specified the venue—a quiet bar like a trainer's bar, located in the Eastern Boundary Gate District.

The time was also in the evening.

An evening appointment with a fox spirit at a bar…… sounds like the start of some romantic affair, but Mr. Aomo has always been indifferent to such things.

He can even discuss work with the Sirius Symbol, a Central Teresen Tier‑1 Player, in the quiet of the Student Council at night; don't expect this guy to have any romantic fantasies.

Romantic‑secret‑type fantasies might exist. jpg

He not only lacks distraction, but his mind is full of anticipation for decryption—what words could shake the taut string in Ludaofu's heart, what story could throw her off balance—he had even prepared for the other party to act as a riddler, yet the result was a straightforward and thorough story.

Of course, this isn't bad; on the contrary, the hometown scenery mentioned by the other party made him think—'Wow!'—so impressive!

Some beings written as 'superman' but read as 'hero' engage in public activities and gain popularity, while on the other hand there are those who hide their true nature and fight secretly. Moreover, the forces and organizations opposing these heroes are also active in the shadows, and the story's protagonist is again a nuclear‑bomb spirit and possibly a Godzilla‑like human form—this opening is truly awesome!

Unfortunately, the story itself makes one frown more and more as it goes on; by the end the five senses feel almost like biting into a raw lemon.

One has to raise a glass in sync with the storyteller to dispel the gloom in one's heart.

Speaking of the so‑called 'Superman', Aomo's understanding of the term, aside from the fellow who wears his underwear on the outside, is the concept in 'Superman Philosophy' put forth by a philosopher named Ni Cai.

Superman is one who surpasses himself and the weak, able to fully express himself and dominate the mediocre;

Superman serves as the standard of truth and morality, the creator of norms and values;

Superman faces humanity's greatest suffering and greatest hope;

Superman grows in adverse circumstances, and every negative thing only makes him stronger, more aloof, more free, yet also more selfish;

He is complete, rich, great, and whole, the bearer of heroic morality and the goal of human development, an alternative to the 'God is dead' theory; the story's protagonist indeed satisfies a large part of this, but ultimately not all of it.

In Superman Philosophy, the Superman even has top‑tier lust for power and never wavers—that is a special kind of special, absent from the story; even if the final antagonist opposing the story takes the form of a meteor monster in the climax, it still cannot fulfill all of it.

Aomo strongly suspects that Ludaofu is also seeking that realm, but such an existence is too pure, almost only found in fantasy.

One says 'almost' merely because he still believes in the possibility of another world.

Who knows, maybe some corner of a world will spit out this kind of thing—don't speak too absolutely.

You see, Miss Ludaofu herself originally had little chance of being swayed, and Aomo never expected to suddenly come up with a 'Superman fantasy' that, like a fantasy‑killer, would ruthlessly shake others' perseverance.

Admittedly, the Horse Girl Emperor and that nuclear‑bomb spirit are not highly similar; they merely both vowed grand ambitions involving countless people, grew up in less‑than‑ideal environments, and with a persistence almost pathological in its excess of the ordinary, they confront their respective complex worlds.

But this similarity itself is already enough.

Holding a dream and persisting for countless years, upon seeing a colleague walking a similar path turn that dream into fantasy, she will inevitably be shocked.

She would not even confide in anyone, for this is too heavy, not something to discuss with friends or family.

The Speed Symbol is the only option, but she would certainly not do that.

She can only constantly recall it in her heart, then suddenly in the morning hear the old man's message—Aomo the trainer has been assigned to assist her work.

Next came that summons in the Student Council office……

The chain of logic has already taken shape; he almost wants to immediately go and tap beside Miss Ludaofu to chat for verification.

But now he is still in the bar, with beside him a cooperating party's spokesperson who has just put forward a 'counterargument'.

"The very factor of popularity itself also breeds an opposing side from people's hearts, right? Miss Guiye."

He stated this self-evident truth, just as the main victims of Jidong campus bullying were not only a portion of the short, poor, and ugly, but also included the tall, rich, handsome and the fair, rich, beautiful.

Popular groups also suffer persecution, and even being popular can become a reason for persecution; as Miss Guiye, who lives in a social environment similar to that of Jidong, she could not help but nod in agreement: "Indeed."

But she then said: "But such a scene is not common."

"As long as they exist, that's enough for such people to keep fighting, right? After all, they are exactly such supermen—pure fantasy distinct from reality, unable to tolerate even a speck of sand in their eyes."

That is why they say they must oppose the entire society, even the world.

Such people are undoubtedly obsessive, obsessive to the extreme.

"I see." Upon hearing that, the cherry-haired girl smiled and then slowly rose to her feet.

She stood steady, aside from a slight flush on her face, showing no other signs of drinking, indeed possessing a decent tolerance; her still clear left eye once again surveyed Aomo, as if trying to see him through and through.

"Even if you know this, do you still want to become her assistant?"

"I am a trainer; a trainer's job is to make talented horse girls climb their highest peak, and I also feel……"

He smiled: "Making sure racing horse girls don't get lost is also a trainer's job."

This made Guiye Xiaomei let out a half-laugh, half-sigh.

"Neither I nor that woman have managed to do that."

"For those stubborn shorties, we should be stricter and broader in our discipline, Miss Guiye."

"Just call me Xiaomei; let's leave it here for today, I'm a bit tired."

"All right," Aomo likewise stood up, "Do you need a ride, Miss Xiaomei?"

He unintentionally glanced at the ceiling and the faint soul outlines lurking in the corner.

"So-called monsters? They could be bodyguards or drivers, hard to say."

"... Everyone said just call me Xiaomei," she seemed a little angry yet resigned, Guiye Xiaomei did not insist too much, "It's unnecessary; someone will pick me up, and besides, I'm really looking forward to what comes next."

"Then please look forward to it."

Aomo shrugged, then instantly transformed from the ground up into black-and-white diamond-shaped blocks.

At the same moment, Guiye Xiaomei was slightly stunned, as if surprised by this special way of departing, but what she saw of him in her half-demon eye was clear only to her.

So that's the similarity… she suddenly understood.