In the world of science, we use computers for research and physical formulas for judgment, and we discuss the reason behind all the results.
In fact, the truth may not be so simple. Human vision is narrow and full of prejudice, allowing them to see only what they accept.
And now, when Mu Xuan reexamines the entire world with the perspective of a soul, he discovers that the blue planet was merely a shackle that was bound to his body.
There is always someone better than you.
Beyond the world, there are other worlds.
Mu Xian's new body was human-like, yet it also possessed equine features such as the ears on her head and the tail behind her hips. These traits left Mu Xuan, who was originally a human, feeling at a loss, as if he suddenly had a pair of extra fingers. Even if he could feel them, controlling them defies conventional logic.
Even if we put all of this aside, Uma Musume can still live a normal life.
Listening to Sunday Silence description, Mu Xuan gained a general understanding of herself; this world was similar to her original one, except that there is no animal called "horse," but instead they have "horse girl," or as they call them, "Uma Musume."
"My worldview is so pathetic..."
"Hmph, you're showing me a rather amusing expression." Sunday Silence raised her finger and tapped the mirror glass, making a tapping sound. "Next, let's go outside. I'll take you to see a brand-new world."
"Outside? Can I even go out?"
"Of course. Now that you've become a ghost, you're not bound by a physical body anymore."
This is way too free.
How many people rack their brains, endure the fatigue in their hearts, put on a fake smile, and drink and chat happily at the dining table, just to get their boss's favor, so that they can accumulate some assets and gain a little more freedom in the future?
Little do they know that only by letting go of everything can one truly be free.
"Let's go, my other half."
She stretched out her hand, and a mirror rose from the ground once more.
"Your other half?"
"Of course. Now you are Sunday Silence, and so am I. Calling each other by our names feels awkward, so we use the term 'other half' instead."
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(TS note) To make it more understandable and to not make you read a Chinese name for the whole novel, I change the MC name from Mu Xuan to Sunday Serenity.
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"Huh..."
As if satisfied with her decision, the girl couldn't help but nod repeatedly.
Looking at the rising snow-white mirror surface, her face was not reflected in it. Instead, it showed a bustling street corner with pedestrians hurrying on their way.
"Go through this door and you will reach the outside world."
The voice rang in her ears. Turning around, she found nothing around her. Without the reflection of the mirror, she couldn't see the girl figure, but her intuition told her that Sunday Tranquility was nearby.
"I understand." She nods, touching the mirror with her finger, as if breaking the calm surface of a pool. Ripples spread out from her fingertips, one after another.
Suppressing the uneasiness in her heart, Sunday Serenity stepped inside.
Drip—!
Everything went white before her eyes, and suddenly the surroundings became noisy and chaotic. The sound of car horns flashed by, and a gentle spring breeze swept across her cheeks. When she regained her vision, Sunday Serenity appeared in the scenes she just had seen.
The bustling cityscape unfolded before her eyes: a middle-aged man with a balding head and a protruding belly, a suited office worker with a tightly knitted tie, and a new intern moving slowly. It was like a commuter train on the Sanzu River, filled with tension.
Sunday Serenity had appeared right in front of a clothing store display window.
Amidst the crowd of people in black suits rushing back and forth, no one noticed the short, black-clad girl who had quietly appeared.
Thankfully.
Sunday Serenity sighed in relief; she had feared she would be surrounded by people taking photographs like a rare treasure.
"Ordinary people can't see you." From the reflection on the window, Sunday Silence spoke.
After leaving the strange space, Sunday Serenity could still see and hear in the mirror, which made her feel more at ease.
She was completely unfamiliar with the city, so it was good to have someone there to explain things to her.
Hmm...
To be precise, it wasn't a person, but a ghost.
"They really can't see me?"
"Because you are also a ghost; according to common, normal people, they don't have the ability to see ghosts."
"Oh, I see..."
Though she was called a ghost, Sunday Serenity didn't feel anything unusual. Her hands and feet still had normal sensation, and when she touched her clothes, she could feel the fabric's wrinkles. Even when she felt nervous or afraid, she could sense her 'heart' racing.
To be honest, Sunday Serenity had imagined ghosts as being detached from worldly desire, like a wisp of white mist, with at most two glowing eyes, drifting aimlessly in the sky.
At most, they had too much resentment before they died, leaving behind a trace of emotion, turning them into vengeful spirits that can only cause destruction.
From what she can see, the so-called ghosts in this world aren't that different from normal people, at least in terms of their senses, consciousness, and appearance.
"So, can I walk through walls?"
Sunday Serenity moved her black-gloved hand slowly towards the wall. She felt the cold, hard surface, but her body didn't faze through it.
Sunday Silence dispelled Serenity's unrealistic ideas.
"Touching a mirror would send you back to the world you were previously in, but the one you're currently in is far more interesting than where you were."
"That's true.
The wonders inside would drive anyone mad.
"Then follow me; I'll take you to an interesting place."
As she spoke, Sunday Serenity felt her hand being pulled. Even though she couldn't see her, Sunday Silence had a way to touch her. Could she also interfere with this world?
Keeping her through to herself, the two ghosts arrive at a gate surrounded by red walls. At the entrance, several large characters were arranged in a rows.
[Japan Umamusume Training Center Academy]
It seemed to be class time, as the gate was open, and students in blue and white uniforms were entering the school one after the other.
At this moment, Sunday Serenity notices that all the students had the same ears and tails as her, which means that they were all 'Uma Musume.'
"An academy specializing in training Umamusume, also known as Tracen Academy."
"Training Umamusume is the focus of this school. What other things are inside?"
"You'll find out once you get inside."
"Is it okay? What about my clothes?"
"It's fine. No one will see you."
Even so, entering a special place like a school, wearing unusual clothes will make anyone feel uncomfortable.
However, no one spoke to her on the way, and no one looked at her. Perhaps, as Sunday Silence has said, ordinary people couldn't detect her presence.
In that case, Sunday Serenity plucked up her courage and walked slowly among the students, preparing to sneak into the school.
"Good morning, Miss Hayakawa."
"Good morning, Grass Wonder. What a sunny day, isn't it?"
Standing at the gate was a woman wearing a green uniform and a green round hat, her hands clasped in front of her, greeting the students as they passed by her.
"You can't see me... You can't see me..."
Muttering to herself, Sunday Serenity lowered her head, preparing to pass by the woman who seemed very talkative.
"Good morning, Manhattan Cafe."
The voice rang in his ears, and judging by the direction, it seemed the woman was speaking to her.
Lifting her head slightly, Sunday Serenity saw a pair of eyes, as green as emerald, looking directly at her.