Chapter 1581: with translation of chapter title

NO. 195: Obsession

No need to slow down; just enter the turn like this.

Indeed, horse girls who have never run away often struggle to maintain the confidence to go it alone.

If there's no one ahead, you lose your reference point, lose the gauge for measuring your own speed and rhythm, and must constantly watch the movements of opponents behind you.

Many spectators once believed that leading from the front was the most comfortable running style—you don't have to worry about anything, just run your own way—but that was only the choice of a very small minority of horse girls.

More often, leading from the front is not just an unusually risky running style; it is also a high‑difficulty tactic that tests the overall abilities of horse girls.

First, you need a good sense; even when leading, you must still find your own rhythm and firmly manage your stamina.

Second, you need the ability to process information with all‑around awareness and multitasking, so you can keep your rhythm from being disrupted by pursuers behind while maintaining your lead.

And the foundation of these two points is undoubtedly built upon a resilient spirit.

A resilient spirit that can lead the way, blaze the trail, and remain undisturbed in mind by those closing in from behind.

In the horse-girl world where crystal cores are illegally embedded, such quality requires talent—and this is precisely the outstanding talent possessed by Meipo Bourbon, which is not known for talent.

She is a natural-born lead runner; even before her footing is changed by high-intensity training, Aomo dares to say so.

She is not disturbed by the movements of the commentator's stand, nor by the flutter of the hem at the corner of her eye; her heart, pumping steadily like an engine, has not the slightest waver, even as that hem closely follows the familiar edge of a white lab coat.

Confirm the rhythm's fluctuation, correct the running speed.

"Judgment" completed again, activate Plan Three.

"It seems she felt the pressure, and Meipo Bourbon is gradually accelerating! First place remains Meipo Bourbon! Keeping a steady two horse-lengths behind the recent Ishimali! Close behind are Ailisuzhi and Senlinbaoxue running side by side!"

"Those behind are starting to get restless too, a very unstable rhythm."

"That's right! One Sound One Meeting and Cold-Selling Silver Light, Swift Willow Leaf are fiercely competing in the intermediate group! And ahead of them, Manchester Chazuo and Aimu Zhiji have just realized a shift in order! No problem! Aimu Zhiji! Just about to contact the leading group but entangled by several red skills, Aimu Zhiji has indeed become the target of many horse girls!"

"After all, she's a second-loop horse girl; no matter what, she's everyone's eyesore."

"But she hasn't given up! Blue radiance entwines her, she still has stamina! She seems ready to settle it on the final stretch! Can she succeed! After that 800-meter straight come the sixth and seventh turns! High speed is extremely dangerous now, and that is also the entrance to the final stretch!!"

"Sister…"

"Get ready…"

She never spoke, nor was there any mental transmission.

Thus resolved, Aimu Zhiji gazes ahead at the Manchester Chazuo, ever more accelerated by the rhythm, and ahead of her, Ailisuzhi, faintly able to see the golden-haired backs of the two.

That is an illusion.

That fellow who used to run alongside me a few days ago, accompanying my training, is no longer of my cohort; one must wait a year for a chance to meet again.

But after running together often, one inevitably develops a bit of inertial judgment.

One will feel that fellow is right there.

She should be there, stepping with the lead's pace, wearing the earnest expression that only appears when entering a race, giving me an urging glance.

Why not accelerate yet? Why not catch up?

Because there's no rush.

One shouldn't rush.

Even if Bourbon chooses to quicken her own pace; even if the horse girls behind are dragged one by one into that meat-grinder-like endurance trap, gradually catching up and overtaking me…

She still maintains her original stride, relying on the clear tendency of the track space, opened up by being behind, to adjust outward.

—

"Even if the track has been extended, for those heaven‑chosen prodigies standing at the front, it still feels a bit short, don't you think, Your Highness the Chief Priest?"

"I'll make no judgment."

Under the 21st spectator box of the temporary anomalous space, Moon Chariot Symbol gazes expressionlessly at the figure racing in the arena, seemingly unmoved.

Nothing else; the figure that could move him has never been among this crowd of people stuck together on the racecourse.

Before the final turn of the midfield, the excessive speed already shows a line of congested track and individual horse girls losing speed; this sight inevitably makes one lament that hoping to see a normally paced race in the high‑tier matches is indeed a luxury.

It's hard for everyone to refrain from mischief.

Even harder for everyone to stick to just running their own race.

The more one thinks oneself extraordinary, the more one wants to manipulate things—but how many of such people can actually get their way?

Although I used to pay no attention to horse‑girl races, I could still see that among the competitors there was a certain Chief Priest who was truly out of the ordinary, yet I felt no great enthusiasm for him.

Even if the club chief willingly gave an introduction, issuing the detailed commentary that announcers and hosts could not provide, he couldn't be bothered to listen.

Even if there were horse girls related to Aomo Lindun in there, their inability to truly pull away would hardly catch his attention.

He stands here only because the monster power ties to his bloodline, making him realize that among this vast sea of spectators there is a gathering as good as everyone assembled.

By comparison, the chief's talk of action, though it sounds somewhat self‑destructive, he also doesn't care.

Wanting to lift up the girl called Senlinbaoxue is indeed in line with this club's usual style—having fought her way into the arena through battles, breaking through the top‑four heated horse‑girl stories, and it also makes an excellent start to a legend.

But the four opponents behind that girl are Aomo Lindun.

He is the Aomo Lindun who, the more one understands him, the more one feels the vast gap with the Lord, yet feels no ease at all—instead, he heads toward another thorny direction.

If you can't achieve perfection, don't bother—Moon Chariot Symbol, who has already given this reminder, has seen the arrogance of these people.

Clearly, an entire set of horse‑girl members had once faced an assault and inspection by the association's enforcers, and in that raid twelve members were arrested, yet they still consider themselves experts at this sort of thing, thinking they won't be caught even if they fail.

And in the past nearly a month, his cult's members have each gained something they wanted in this universe; if they can further restrict the Lord's steps, then an emergency withdrawal and disengagement would also be good.

Individual members might be reluctant or even refuse, but that does not enter his consideration.

Some seek their own death, some narrow their path, others seek another way—these are all natural and expected.

The Beast Sect welcomes any followers who have ties through the Lord or through monsters, and it holds the doctrine that as long as it does not impede everyone's decisions, it will not interfere with their path.

Having such a doctrine also puts the judgment of the sect's high ranks to a special test.

When to act, when to withdraw—both require sufficient acuity to keep the sect alive.

And such acuity often persists until those high‑ranking ones encounter a perilous path that belongs to them—a road they ought not to take yet find hard to avoid.

Just like the guidance that springs from bloodline and develops within the family, just like the present that makes him unable to sit down, forcing him to stand aside so he can move at any moment.

——

It's time...

Manchester City Chazuo! Manchester City Chazuo catches up! Currently it's… fourth place! She, Ailisuzhi, and Senlinbaoxue are neck and neck with only a slight distance gap! Only AI can accurately identify! And only half a horse's length remains ahead of Meipu Bofang! Can Meipu Bofang still hold onto its advantage! We're entering the final stretch, the race is entering the final stretch!