Chapter 1669: with translation of chapter title

No. 284: When you are ready (2k monthly ticket bonus chapter)

Without the aid of modern weapons, hunting, or being hunted, is often a contest of stamina.

And compared with most carnivorous animals, humans also win in the realm of stamina.

And horse girls are a further, all‑around specialization built upon the human foundation, excelling at pursuit as well as being pursued.

There are also concrete differences between them among different horse girls, just as the former Narita Shirohito was indeed better at chasing others than being chased in his running style.

That so‑called tearing‑to‑bits final kick is precisely the savage point that leaves each successive frontrunner battered in body and spirit, unable to continue; it earned her the moniker 'Monster' and, even before her career, during school tryouts, it had frightened away other competitors, directly destroying their will to keep running.

But later, the one whose will was destroyed changed from others to her, and everything became different.

For a period of time she even spent more time in the hunting grounds than on the track, facing those beasts with relatively primitive weapons, accustomed to fighting while being pursued.

Later still, she approached the trainer with not‑so‑pure motives, asking him to help her confront her psychological shadow, and in that mindset, as if frozen in night, she experienced a pursuit unlike any before.

It was a pursuit driven by fear closing in, where falling behind felt like being devoured by something lurking deep in the shadows.

It was also the feeling she experienced for the second time during the middle‑to‑late stage of the Dream Cup.

Yes.

Even if she shattered the darkness, even if she crossed fate, that shadow‑like failure still trailed behind her.

Still being pursued.

"Two horse lengths!"

But no matter what, she didn't want to give up!

"One horse length!"

Hei'an, failure, pain—none of that counts for anything!

"I'm about to catch up! In the final two hundred meters!"

A little faster, hold on a bit longer… compared to endurance, I won't lose!

"The pursuit group led by Dazhenhan is about to surpass the advantage regained at the end of the race! However——"

I still can……

... can still persevere.

Continue…

"Narita Shirohito, with a narrow nose‑length edge, charges across the finish line!"

... persevere……

"Congratulations, Narita Shirohito! After several years, she has won again!!"

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Although some things were said to wrap up everything, making one easily think of Jie De's experiment mom's words, Fu Jingchu K's type of repeatedly failing to conclude is still uncommon.

The devil's wrap‑up is very neat; once everything is arranged, all that's needed is to guide people like the Carrot Knight and special agents.

As long as you bring the people there, no detailed orders are needed; they will figure out what to do themselves.

However, that very step of 'bringing the people there' is quite difficult, because compared to the former, the latter's work is far too busy.

In this horse racing stadium that can hold nearly a million people, there are spectators with impure motives; some are in the realm's spectator seats, some in the temporary dimension spectator seats, and others try to interfere with the on‑site action through deep‑immersion live broadcasts from the synchronized horse racing stadium system—of course, the latter has nothing to do with the special agents; that is the net police's domain, and the only commonality with the special agents is being busy.

Both in reality and online, people are busy handling transmission functions, and the action channel is flooded with coordinate and trait updates—practically one line per frame—requiring everyone to work on overclocked information processing; that is their shared trait.

This is also why Aomo is helpless.

They are not cases of not actively seeking merit; it's simply that they are overwhelmed, and with a non‑zero casualty rate some agents must wait for life insurance to take effect. But it's also fortunate that the reduced‑staff portion, though not quick to revive, sees criminals caught one batch after another, so this two‑way balance keeps efficiency from suffering.

It can even be said to be visibly advancing.

After all, not only special agents patrol this horse racing stadium.

Moreover, there are many more—numbered in tens of thousands—federal district police plus 20% of the members of all local precincts in the border gate area, tasked with handling the small‑fry criminals flagged by the Saichang security check system—relying on the ultimate charm that draws eyes in the race's final stretch, they rush through the spectator seats with even greater grandeur to seize the closing moments.

Those officers specially transferred from other precincts, who prioritized avoiding watching the horse girl races, also thereby gain another subtle return—picking up merits in the short‑distance Dream Cup as easily as scooping french fries, and again midway.

Although they don't watch the horse girl races and have no interest in them, after experiencing it twice, some of their persistence begins to loosen a bit.

Nothing else—these merits are raking in a fortune.

Is it really that charming?

At least thanks to them, shouldn't we look into it a bit?

I've heard that for horse girls, fan numbers are quite important; maybe we should also create an account on Umastagram and give it a like?

Just like that, these people's lives are all set. jpg

But no matter how these people spend the rest of their lives, Aomo, when sending out the coordinate signal, could only get a delayed reply, leaving him speechless.

In that speechlessness, he on one hand kept pace with the Saichang's developments with his main body, on the other hand, with the puppet, he engaged in dialogue, buying time, so as not to let these people erupt prematurely.

Li Mingqing's mask showed no ripple, but his inner vexation was not small, after all he had to prevent these people from fleeing early.

One advantage of the temporarily fabricated dimension private rooms is scene isolation; even if a powerful murderer appears, it's hard for him to affect other rooms, limiting the room for the case to expand.

But if at the start there wasn't too much killing and the security system wasn't triggered, then leaving would have no threshold.

Like a certain black‑clad bishop who planned to leave midway, after arriving he departed cleanly.

He seemed unusually lucky to evade the special agents summoned by Aomo, yet he also completely failed to notice the digital beasts tracking through the network in all the electronic devices he passed.

The so‑called wrap‑up is certainly not just settling the Chasers Club and calling it done; rather, merely settling the club actually destroys clues on the side of the Beast‑Worshipping Cult. You can't underestimate the professionalism and caution of a group of otherworld refugees; even the person responsible for acting together with the club, even if he holds a bishop's post, may not retain his memory after processing.

So Aomo let him go.

Nor does he care whether he will suddenly change his mind and contact those collaborators he can no longer reach.

Anyway, the police aren't lacking an AI that can disguise itself to simulate calls.

But after that party left with a group of people, the fact that they simply never initiated a call back this way still surprised Aomo a bit.

"Looks like he really can't stand the horse‑mania……"

He sighed in admiration toward the Beast King.

Even when he was present at the scene as Dawn Minister, he had already noticed that the bishop, while observing him, also frequently observed the other collaborators.

Then he showed a look of disdain.

He was purely an outsider, having no interest in the club members' discussions of matches or the topic of horse girls; after finally waiting for Dawn Minister's advice and command to go wrong, he saw that these people couldn't even settle things cleanly, and yet they were still held back by the absurd reason of "watch the match first"……

Aomo, who could easily shift to an outsider's perspective, also found it easy to understand why the bishop would decisively leave.

Even when hearing the witch beast's report that that guy had no intention of contacting the minister, he was only somewhat surprised.

Then he felt relieved.

Not having to worry about startling the snake, the smooth development is naturally good; just waiting for them to unknowingly make contact with the cult itself is another merit that brings both pain and joy to the special agents.

But before that, let's first go to the inspection passage of the victor's stage.

Consolation and encouragement for the losers, congratulations and blessings for the winners——

This has already been experienced several times this year; he is now well versed.