Chapter 1584: NO.198: The Sounds Carried on the Wind Are All Those of Unattainable Desires (Part 2)

NO. 198: The Sounds Carried on the Wind Are All Those of Unattainable Desires (Part 2)

A gear is a cog in the Jidong language, a component of mechanical devices.

But at the same time, it can also be used to define a niche instrument that controls pitch and rhythm through gear rotation in the music field.

In that domain, it directly undertakes the work of musical stage equipment, far more glorious than its original humble role as a mere speck within a device; it can be said to be a leap from being a component of a device to becoming an entire device.

One born solitary always longs for completeness in its full sense, encompassing both omniscience and omnipotence, thus turning the praises of the strongest into an eternal pursuit.

A generation's strongest, a category's strongest, a historical era's strongest…this endless strongest brings endless challenges; even in the Classic Triple Crown, which can be called the starting point for all horse girls, it does not stop people from regarding it as the field for challenging the strongest!

The fastest wins the Gaoyue——in this new era's 5100‑meter race, new bends and slopes have been added; a record set on the Gaoyue Prize, which presents an all‑around new challenge, remains capable of breaking past records, as the saying goes.

Such prosperity, such scenery……

——How could it be that the most unsurprising 'second playthrough' athlete!

What's going on?

The most battle‑hardened, most inspirational Senlinbaoxue fell behind, ending up only able to claim that unnoticed fifth place!

Is that reasonable?

Everyone knows there are two second‑playthrough contestants in this race; everyone knows that in the horse‑racing domain, second‑playthrough beings are those who have received the goddess's approval and undergone her reverse‑authentication, and thus should be on the same power level as other rookie horse girls.

Yet everyone also thinks the second‑playthrough contestants are most likely to win, because they bring experience.

The experience of running at the front, the experience of mastering the three goddesses' skills, the experience of the tracks run……Although these experiences vary from person to person, contain much exaggeration, and even track experience may no longer apply due to this season's premier‑race track overhaul……but!

Having run different tracks, having run many kinds of tracks——the experience accumulated in this pure running is still a huge advantage, isn't it?

This experience ought to be their path to victory, especially on this group of young tracks.

So many people choose to look forward to Mei Pu Bo Fang and Aimu Zhiji.

Especially Mei Pu Bo Fang, who once won a Gaoyue.

Easily, she secured the top‑popularity treatment before the race, with many viewers dissecting the fine details, hoping she would win again simply out of inertia.

At the same time, another group that believes in the huge advantage of second‑playthrough horse girls looks forward to the reborn blue comet, hoping she will carve a completely new trajectory.

Such expectations, in the view of the Chasers of Light Club, are dull, lacking epic feel, and devoid of any fantastical color.

Shouldn't it be 'from an unknown nobody to a super battle‑hardened king who smashes the Classic Triple Crown'—so much Cooooooooool!!

What's good about 'Reborn as the Triple Crown King'!

The greatness of clearing a game with one life amid blood and sweat—how could you lot, who keep extending your lives until you clear it, possibly understand!

How could we let that cheating scoundrel take first place and trample the beginning of a group's legendary story!!

Furious beyond restraint, although the angriest under this development should be the competing athletes, yet the ability to immerse oneself self‑centeredly in the ashes of fans and even the athletes themselves, then act with extreme self‑indulgence, is the driving force that has allowed the Chasers of Light Club to develop to this day.

Blind or distorted, they who are intoxicated by their own 'masterpiece' never care about others' blame or insults, nor even about the law.

But not caring does not mean they won't be afraid.

This inequality is always shown in its fullest when law‑enforcers swing their iron hammers; given that the association has already taken action applying pressure, the internal discussion conclusion of the Chasers of Light Club is to tuck tail for a while.

Yet those who still like the inequality think that tucking tail doesn't mean doing nothing, so their choice is the type that formerly claimed to be clever but is also the hardest to maneuver.

——Stirring the waters and reaping the profits.

Not inserting hands directly into the race, but instead starting from the external conditions that cause certain players to risk life and limb, plucking at the threads that extend layer upon layer into the competition.

This is akin to the modus operandi of a certain crime consultant—surely the hardest to detect, let alone to apprehend.

Yet it is likewise a choice that, once failed, is the hardest to make up for.

Failed is failed; you ultimately don't have as much leeway as if you had plunged your hand straight in.

When the defeat is already decided and the victors' stage has been set, even kidnapping the champion would be useless.

The achievement of the Classic Triple Crown was doomed from the first step; all we can expect is a somewhat flawed future.

After rising from a failure, then soaring without pause, winning consecutively—what about a character concept that puts in more effort and sweat than Mei Pu Bo Fang?

"Sparabashi!" The I‑shaped mask‑wearing deity‑person lightly claps, even though he wears gloves.

The dim spectator seats already have a few modernized, automated, customizable options, letting you decide whether to create an actually concealed space, yet to onlookers you still appear as an ordinary viewer's private box.

Merely to prevent certain abuses, such a concealed space cannot be made totally hidden; likewise it remains under official supervision, so both your illegal operations and deity‑level operations are heavily restricted.

Of course, wearing a helmet is naturally not an illegal operation, chatting about self‑indulgent content likewise does not count as a violation; the club chief can freely converse with the before‑you‑see‑this‑person capable of mixing into the racetrack, Mr. Bo Duo Er Duo, about his script and goals, then issue a call for assistance requiring otherworldly technology.

Whether it's a bioweapon or a chemical agent, in this law‑and‑information society it's easy to leave loopholes and easy for the police to catch.

But……otherworldly goods!

Yet it is a gap known to everyone yet difficult to patch.

As long as it's a new transmigrator not registered by the Two Worlds Safety Bureau, as long as it's a new gadget not registered there!

Then this case has great potential!

"Comprehensive physical enhancement, but with the side effect of glowing hair tips."

"It brings dizziness, palpitations, and stomach pain, simulating increased load; the side effect is that the brain can multithink, but every line of thought is about what to eat."

"Um… Lord Dawn, the side effects of these two vials of medicine sound… very, very interesting."

Although I wanted to say it's child's play, behind that ever‑expressionless mask the club member chose an embarrassed yet polite smile.

"A strange object refined and extracted from things of the Abyss often carries such odd side effects, and this is also a version that, after crossing worlds, has been twisted by this world's laws into something analyzable, and at the same time has been diluted."

'Lord Dawn' explained, pushing forward those two vials of medicine.

"You could let the pharmacist analyze it; perhaps you'll see many familiar ingredients."

"Ah ah, thank you."

The man raised his hand to receive it, then heard him say: "Legendary tales, though outside my field of study, I also sincerely wish that your adventures be filled with curses and blessings."

Then he pulled back the spatial‑visual compartmentalization: "Well, I'll take my leave now."

"Huh? You're not staying a bit longer? The music here isn't bad either, and that champion's choice is actually the old song 'Six‑Et‑Star Night'—she never used to serve fans like this before… could it be she's singing it for her sister?"

"……" He made a slight head‑tilt listening gesture, hearing the melodious tone echoing through the venue singing 'Despite being such a tiny constellation, thank you for noticing I was here,' Lord Dawn seemed to ponder a few seconds, making the club member almost think he didn't understand the Jidong language, when he spoke again, pulling out his very familiar Jidong intonation.

"I'm just a tiny constellation, thank you so much for noticing this place."

Just as the member themselves once felt leisurely when hearing it in anime.

"... a choice full of dedication, although it's unclear what exactly that person is, but people really are easy to change."

"Right, I still think this song is for her younger sister who is said to be attached to her in spirit form," the club member, who obviously hasn't skimped on intelligence work, stroked their chin, "She's a sis-con, which is easy to tell, right? Dawn Minister, Your Excellency, can you hear love from this song?"

"Love…"

Yeah, I really liked the speech Dawn Minister, Your Excellency gave to Nanaqi back then! It left a deep impression! If it's Dawn Minister, Your Excellency, you must have some hard metrics for judging emotions, right? What do you think now?

He asked.

Different worlds should also have the same love, right?

Perhaps that's true, but it's still hard to judge just by listening to a song.

The trigger conditions are a bit troublesome, but there's nothing to be done; it's really a shame that such a great stage can't be enjoyed, you really don't plan to stay a bit longer?

The stage I prefer more is outside.

Stepping out of the visual obstruction blocking the outer ring, 'Dawn Minister' responded gently.

"Can you feel it?" he asked, while firing a bit of purple light from his arm guard.

The light drew a length of less than a foot, yet it brought with it an extraordinarily barren wind.

"Huh?"

The fluctuations of the dimensional rift have silently unfolded the barrier protecting this racecourse; the battle will only commence after this race ends, and both sides, perhaps like you, are also fans of horse girls.

The wind carried the words, originating from a crack; upon closer look, the member saw the scene of those three giant beings opposing each other in the dim space.

This made the 'Club-designated Dawn Minister liaison officer', who is both a marathon enthusiast and an anime fan, and knows a bit more about monster common sense, widen their eyes.

It wasn't because of the Dawn Minister's light that split the dimension, but because the image of those three giant beings happened to be within his knowledge.

"Hei'an Zaki, Hei'an Lugial, Moonlight Monster Derutandal?!"

"This…"

He looked at the screen, then at Dawn Minister, then back at the screen, then at him, hurriedly glanced at the unusually tight crowd outside, and subconsciously lowered his voice to ask: "Which group are these people?"

That's not important, right?

"Huh?"

What matters is the confrontation of those extensively researched giants, right? It's so wonderful, would you like to go with me to collect specimens on site?

? Then, I guess I'll pass… I don't have a second life, oh wait, I think I do, but that's just insurance! Still, no thanks.

That's really a shame.