Chapter 1623: with translation of chapter title

NO. 237: Legend says

Do you believe in fate?

Do you believe that all those coincidences will eventually pave the way to your journey of extinction?

You will realize that your life converges into a faint, intermittent line, a force that lets that line continue to the end, making you feel as if you were born for it, and you should devote everything to welcome that ending.

Cause and effect?

No, it's not cause and effect.

It doesn't need a reason matching the outcome; it only takes an intervening will to seize, to write your everything, so that merely witnessing its silhouette shakes you into doubting everything past, and forces you to consider the next choice.

It is the world's most obscure signpost, yet also the most intuitive manifestation of control; when people mention it, they often think of the eternal heavenly way, the natural principle, the trajectory the world writes for you, the precarious plank road that makes wanting to escape especially hard.

But some believe it is not merely written by the world.

"Every person who successfully breaks free from fate has personally written their own fate, yet they remain mediocre; do you know why, High Priest?"

Inside the spectator stands of the mansion's racetrack, located in a dimensional rift.

The chairman of the Chasers Club gazes at the Saichang.

On that Saichang, no one is ever late, everyone gives their all.

This makes the so-called 'golden ten steps' theory after leaving the gate look especially pale; the bloated early-stage lineup is filled with fierce neck-and-neck chasing, and the extremely ambiguous order hierarchy can even cause a momentary hesitation for the two commentators.

Just now's Saichang order is overturned in the next second; should we now repeat the new order, or should we default to the earlier view?

Relying solely on a technique like rapid divine speech can only bring a poor listening experience; but if we don't rely on rapid divine speech, how can we explain the present while mobilizing emotions to give the best experience to the audience both onsite and before the screen?

On this racetrack, professionals demanding excellence have never been just the horse girls and trainers.

But this condition, which has never appeared in decades of professional careers, practically makes those two commentators feel they've got it for life.

Really, it's the damn culprit!

Whether feigning ignorance or truly ignorant, one can feel that the performances of these mad cup horse girls are too uniform; the invisible big hand, hampered by professional competence, becomes conspicuously tangible, but…

"But what can they say?"

The chairman let out a faint sigh, shaking a wine glass that shouldn't appear in this passionate, restless spectator stand, letting the liquor undergo a completely useless oxidation.

"Haha, did you hear that, High Priest? Those two's unnatural silence."

"You say, could they think all this stems from their own post on a social platform supporting transparent races?"

"I don't think so."

The woman who has remained silent until now only uttered this brief reply, her gaze not on the Saichang below but toward the high platform where, supposedly nothing worth seeing, only a group of ant-sized other spectators far away.

She had an inexplicable feeling.

Although she is the abrupt successor after the disappearance of High Priest Yuechi, she sounds like she lacks both experience and ability, yet she actually possesses a far more low-key and long-term career development and network accumulation than the previous High Priest.

This allowed her to swiftly complete the internal power transfer within the sect within ten-odd days, suppress all dissenting voices, and continue externally the sect's original activities and cooperative projects, including cooperation with this club chairman in the horse racing field before her.

To be honest, she was initially somewhat dissatisfied.

She believed the sect only needed to cooperate with local organizations and companies concerning monster resources.

On this basis, the Chasers Club, whose main business is horse racing, having only a sideline minor industry in monster resource control, is fundamentally the previous High Priest's nepotism based on his background.

And as a result of his selfish stubbornness, at that time she and the other followers hidden in the racetrack also saw it.

Too foolish.

Not only did he alienate everyone to fight against those unrelated family members of this world, but he also provoked the world's divine embryo.

At the moment the form called Demon God Zero manifested, every follower could feel the same heavy oppression, causing the voices that had questioned the divine embryo's blasphemy against the Lord, abandoned the holy path to seek the mechanical way, to all disappear.

At that moment, all believers were wholeheartedly convinced, and naturally carried out the initial will of High Priest Yuechi to persist—do not intervene.

The Beast Sect lost a position-holder who oppressed others by force yet had astonishing purity, and then welcomed a new leader beloved by all, devout in faith and gentle.

But obviously, this so-called gentleness is only relative to the sect members.

Despite the federal officials of their hometown vigorously eradicating such pursuits, each member of this sect, whose very existence is illegal and whose actions are purely criminal, still chases the monster's form, and each is a first-rate lunatic.

Whether it's the madness of having no way out, or the innate hidden frenzy, at the moment of becoming a sect member, there's no need to distinguish.

They are still, while avoiding, longing for, and worshipping the Beast King, eager to find a chance to take him down and surpass the Beast King!

But after being ambushed and kicked from behind once, the sect's strength has waned, the High Priest even turned into a moth flying into the fire of destruction, and everyone's thoughts are on development.

Stealthy development, striving to lurk.

Fortunately, this world's environment is so good: no monster bans, no discrimination against monster users, and even a growing momentum for the monster industry!

Truly worthy of being the divine embryo! Everyone practically wants to erect a separate statue and divine seat for him!! What embryo, now he's a child!! He already possesses a third of the Lord's divine grace!!!

But precisely because of that, provoking him is not advantageous for the sect's development.

The new High Priest originally wanted to cut off cooperation here, but instead received a heavy gift from this side—a cutting-edge monster research report, part of which even involves monster card research.

Although the named Polduo is, according to the chairman, another collaborator, the academic results are real enough; what does background matter?

I really want to get to know him.

But seeing that guy's secretive demeanor also tells me there's some trouble.

But before this side could express its difficulties and decide to break cooperation, the other side preemptively indicated a desire to amend some clauses and sign a new cooperation contract.

In the coming period, they intend to be more obscure and roundabout.

At least a brief chat would reveal that the other side is also dissatisfied with the commotion caused by High Priest Yuechi.

According to them, recently the horse girl association and a group of powerless little devils suddenly began harsh inspections, shutdowns, and even destruction of industrial facilities, obviously having received advance notice; it's clearly because High Priest Yuechi several times startled the snake, now needing to tuck tail and recuperate, so this side no longer needs to continue past military interference or mental oppression.

This…

This really is a change that clicks instantly; on the contrary, it lets the new High Priest let go of the original plan to terminate cooperation.

Having those research results, having that instant-click operational strategy, and even the other side's notion of weaving fate perfectly matching her life aesthetic, it's entirely possible to continue cooperation.

And the result of that cooperation is the present.

Although she was very silent, she also felt the same way about the minister's current intoxication.

It's just that the familiar pressure coming from the top leaves her somewhat uneasy.

Lord…

The Lord should be up there, right?

But the Lord likely has no interest in horse girls; he came only because of that youngster's invitation.

So as long as we don't provoke him, everything should be fine…… That's probably how it should be, but… just a sense, just thinking of that person up there, the pressure is overwhelming……

I really can't relax and enjoy this achievement with friends.

So although she feels sorry for her friend, she can only watch as that friend gets intoxicated, intoxicated by the commentator's 'karmic retribution,' intoxicated by the dubious posts that part of the audience simultaneously posted on Umastagram, laughing hysterically at the sight of someone who has sensed the clue but can't understand it.

"If you're satisfied with merely writing your own destiny, how can you truly become a legend, stand out? Thanks to you, friend."

"With my brains and your strength, we can write their fate, her fate, everything related to this race!"

"It should have been like this long ago; in this era where the number of competitors grows every year, we simply can't wait for the birth of a Triple Crown winner, let alone a legendary story—all we have are those who show up just once, get kicked down, and can't overwhelm everything by sheer strength."

"The era of achieving legendary epics by oneself alone is over; in this age that is both powerful and corrupt, we must have people like us fulfill the dreams of those naive folks."

"You want a so-called fair fight, and also want to create a legend, carry everyone's dreams? That's laughable—you don't even bother to look in a mirror at yourself to see where such strength comes from."

"Let them dream! Order their kids' meals, implement their so-called pure dreams that want everything!!"

"Let us lend them a hand; a legend is born precisely from this!"