Chapter 798: NO.167: You've become disloyal, unfilial, inhumane, unjust, irreverent, unwise, and faithless

NO. 167: You've become disloyal, unfilial, inhumane, unjust, irreverent, unwise, and faithless.

September 14, Central Tresen, training staff office.

On a day without rain, the sky outside the window remained unsettled, as if thunder could strike at any moment, bringing the rain that would likely linger all week.

And the boy sitting in the swivel chair wore a similar expression.

Especially since the office's swivel chairs are meant for adults; even at the lowest setting, his feet still don't reach the floor, deepening his gloom.

Moreover, there are many coworkers who sit properly at their workstations but occasionally glance over.

"Whose child is this?"

"Does Trainer James even have such a relative?"

"How cute..."

The boy couldn't read minds, but those gazes carried a long‑lost familiarity.

It was as familiar as the looks he got when he drifted between part‑time jobs five or six years ago, or when he went to the weapon shop where his foster father spent the most money to ask around.

Familiar, and obvious, because they felt no need to pretend or hide anything from a child.

It let him instantly see what those 'uncles and aunts' were thinking, yet he didn't know whether to feel relieved or sad—there were no acquaintances in James's office.

Although training staff resources at Central Tresen are somewhat scarce, leading occasionally to senior trainers giving lectures—both to uplift juniors and as a different kind of recruitment ad—and there is the position mechanism widely called 'overtime' by the trainers——

——to give extra work as temporary coaching for horse girls who lack trainers but want more standardized, detailed instruction.

——with pay calculated on time and at double the rate, it also feels like overtime.

If it were someone just hired, they might even consider seeking wealth through risk.

But now he only laments the scarcity of trainers, or rather their scarcity relative to the number of horse‑girl students.

In fact, it's only about thirty percent fewer than the academy's teachers; if each office must guarantee personal space not too cramped, there are still several dozen offices.

Moreover, the people he chats with fairly often in the chat room, as well as trainers like Nishizaki Yutaka, Sakoda Ayaka, and Iwaki Ji whom he met in real life through horse girls, fortunately—none of them are here.

But perhaps he still can't truly relax.

After all, there are some well‑informed, gossip‑following coworkers who would notice his facial features.

Even among the dozen or so juniors who joined two months ago, a few seem to have believed some rumor, and their greetings when they meet him are always especially earnest, stiff, or admiring.

This feeling is like facing Tōshō Henkaku, Mēyoku, and Fūtōka…… it's hard to say whether, if it were those three, they would recognize him.

Probably not……?

He lowered his head to look at his hoodie and work pants.

Not to mention the change in his face; at least his clothing style has changed dramatically and completely, from the custom suit almost synonymous with the trainer image to today's street‑functional‑wear kid, all thanks to the old clothes he dug out from the bottom of the cabinet.

How to put it?

Thanks to his habitual pack‑rat self, he didn't rush to toss those unwearable old clothes into the donation bin.

But he also has to resent the opposing forces, for making him have to use the memory‑printing device again.

Once again he boosted his mental potency, then went to find Suzi for help, only to discover that the mental potion he took last time had no effect.

Aomo couldn't say whether it was resistance or deception, because after Suzi, with a look of sudden realization, placed a tablet down and labeled it 'resistance,' she immediately pulled out three solution vials of a very familiar color.

If it weren't for this step, he wouldn't yet doubt his responsibility.

But with this step, and those three differently colored vials, which are touted as 'Strengthening, health‑giving, repeating vitality,' once combined they would make his body feedback a low‑energy form of 'Triple‑Phase Power'!

Woah, why do you still have this?

——Unaware that Aomo was even being shared and spread in some small group, his whole spirit flared up in a final burst of clarity.

Although that set of potions wasn't specifically named by Suzi, he had already dubbed it the 'youth‑potion' in his heart and resisted it utterly.

Because its youthification represents not only a shift toward a childlike appearance, but also a drift of hormone secretion back toward its original fluctuations.

It gives Aomo an overall impression of youthful vigor that even an actual childhood rarely has.

——Though his real childhood was hard and tiring, where could he find such torment!

Indeed, that's a matter of different environment, after all his childhood never had the experience of a female coworker holding him to sleep, let alone any little girl having the chance to be that close to him in reality.

But how good is it now, really?

What place is Central Tresen?

It's a girls' school.

It's a horse‑girl school.

High‑school horse girls can already easily overpower thirteen‑ or fourteen‑year‑old demon boys in strength and weight.

Confused, uneasy

But what choice does he have?

He can't really drag a drowsy body around and act, can he?

Walking makes him feel like a zombie; he truly fears being mistaken for a monster and clubbed by players just out of deep‑immersion games.

And that fleeting burst of spirit soon turns into extreme exhaustion and emptiness.

In that state he doesn't verify whether Suzi is deceiving his mobility and judgment; he just wants to melt into his sofa right away.

Thus he ultimately accepted that humiliating choice.

Under Chao Cang Lu's subtle gaze, facing all the online turmoil, he acts like an irritable child.

And breaking out of that network full of private‑chat notifications, he still has to face the varied looks of reality.

The light screen rings, and a glance at the remark names shows a list of impure motives.

What Ailisuzhi, no need to say more.

What Maruzen Sukī…? Is this where the speed of a red sports car is used?

What Qianming stands for……6, you share an intel network, right?

What Zhēnjī líng, shouting 'brother' in his mouth, probably came to see his younger brother.

What does the Sirius star symbolize? Damn it, is the Symbol family's advanced intelligence network meant for you to use for this?

What the heck, Great Expansion Sun God…… Da Tuo Teacher, you've changed, you said you were lacking a DJ for the second time—are you really lacking a DJ?

And what the heck, Narita Bai Ren…… No, what kind of expert are you now? You shouldn't be showing up in this segment, right?

Aomo now stares at the many ringing phones, not daring to answer a single one; even his coworkers in the same office secretly lift their phones toward him, and they all get glared at by him.

His dark red pupils and black slits have never before shown such obvious ferocity.

Even if it appears in the eyes of a lovely little child, it can make several adults feel a chill, instinctively suppressing the urge to take a photo and post it on the forum.

After reaching this point, is it actually safe?

"That… Mr. Lin Dun, don't mind everyone's gazes; when I first came here yesterday… I was pretty much the same."

Actually, Chao Cang Lu, who deeply sympathizes, is not speaking falsely.

He is already 22, yet still looks like an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old young man; even when temporarily replacing James at the desk, he hasn't been spared from stares and questions.

At one point he monopolized yesterday's office topic.

It's easy to imagine that today's office topic has been taken over by Little Aomo.

Moreover, Little Aomo doesn't want to reveal himself: "Don't call me Lin Dun."

"Um… then what should I call you?" Xiao Lu feels a bit awkward, sensing that Mr. Lin Dun seems…

He really has turned into a child with that appearance.

"Call me…… Morrison."

"Huh?" The Q-version vampire on the screen, who rarely misses a chance to mock the path of raising an adopted child, suddenly sits up in alarm from his deathly illness, letting out a confused shout like Big Brother Strength.

Then one sees that familiar little face wearing a familiar, almost tear‑inducing indifferent expression, gazing at oneself without any fluctuation.

"Mo, Morrison?"

Xiao Lu also froze for a moment; although he had no dealings with Morrison, he had obviously received Aomo's information, especially family information.

"Right," Aomo said gloomily, "From now on I am Morrison, and everything is done by Morrison."

"Um… then, Miss Zhi Ji and Miss Lu Dao Fu just messaged me asking where Mr. Lin Dun is; should I tell them Mr. Morrison's location?" Chao Cang Lu asked hesitantly, his wide eyes full of sincere desire for an answer.

Then one sees the other gazing at oneself with a sorrowful expression.

That gaze makes him feel an inexplicable shame, as if he has become disloyal, unfilial, inhumane, unjust, rude, unwise, and untrustworthy.