Chapter 1959: NO.579: Clear Objective

NO. 579: Clear Objective

No rain.

On the winter Jingmen District racecourse, there are few raindrops, but the artificial terrain makes moisture easily accumulate on the grass.

Obviously, there won't be much.

It fails to meet the standard of a heavy track, even the 'slightly heavy' threshold is hard to reach; under the countless tramplings of running shoes with embedded horseshoes, it is practically a pure burst and scatter, not worth mentioning.

If the racecourse has hosted a match within the past two days, its dryness can then be relied upon without worry.

Unless……

A competitor chose the outermost lane.

A simple truth: on a track with bends, the innermost lane is necessarily the shortest, which is essentially a contested spot in speed racing.

Conversely, what about the outermost lane?

The least frequented lane naturally means the widest track conditions, with no risk of being intercepted or accidents; yet one must run the longest distance, expend the most stamina, and even face a track quality that, due to humidity, feels closer to mud underfoot.

Rolled-up turf.

Flying muddy water in the air.

And also the effortless act of skimming past it, casting aside everything of the soul.

Although it is clearly the worst track condition, she can pass through the horse herd without getting a speck of mud.

It lets those who have long been waiting involuntarily recall that rainy day.

——Once the race begins, that place is our world, right?

The words that were still in my ears half an hour ago now feel completely different upon reflection.

Having removed the direction prone to wild speculation from that ear-tag label, only a wistfulness for the passing of that time remains.

This made Aomo, who was already standing before a group of people, turn his head and glance again at the racecourse about to enter its final stage.

Yes.

That place is our world.

But my part of the construction is already complete, while yours still requires full effort.

Compared to the narrowness of the red skill, which can only share emotions with opponents, being able to transcend the running-limited information transmission through running, to display one's brilliance to the world—this is the most important goal for all of you.

But even if you don't harbor this intention in your heart, it's fine.

The black-haired, black-clothed trainer knows this well.

Among the vast group of horse girls, those like Ailisuzhi who take 'pursuing the ultimate speed' as their ideal, dream, and long-term goal are extremely few.

Many more horse girls have mundane motivations for running.

Desiring fame and profit, wanting to surpass a specific person, wanting someone to be proud of oneself, or simply thinking running is enjoyable… and so on, these are often hidden in many legendary creations, only some warm and harmonious tales retain them.

They may even make some alterations.

At such times, 'letting the world witness the footsteps of running' and such often become the trainer's expectation instead.

But this does not conflict.

After all, those who exhaust the way end up in the same place.

Essentially, both mundane running motives and lofty goal pursuits rely on running.

It's like placing reward markers at different distances along a road; as long as you keep moving forward on that road without dropping out midway, you will inevitably achieve them all.

So just run.

Pick up those reasons, regardless of whether they have changed.

On the horse track, there is no question of original intent or pure motive; only your strength and obsession matter.

Whether or not one can retrieve the original reason, whether or not one can possess pure motivation, on that final track these are merely part of the fuel.

The fuel used to ignite the fire of obsession has always been freely composable, capable of being any thing or any emotion-driven desire for victory.

Wanting to defeat a certain person, wanting to defeat a certain person, wanting to give one's all to satisfy all expectations, wanting to seize the thirst-quenching remedy in running and slashing…

They are all quite suitable.

But there will only be one victor, while others equally suitable remain among the competitors.

Who lacks obsession, who lacks dreams?

In this moment when everyone is blossoming in splendor, who could stand above the stars, proving they can become the most dazzling existence in that 'land of contention and proof'?

Aomo Lindun will not know, for he has arrived at the land where bright sun and moonlight are never seen year-round, breathing in this place's rich and lush Hei'an aura.

His final impression on the field remains only a blessing for all teammates.

And the feeling when that frozen time resumes its flow.

But all of this is sealed by him beneath his solemn, cold countenance.

"The pipeline installation is complete; what about the on-site personnel?"

He looks at the net-detective siblings, who appear somewhat tense whether due to the atmosphere or facing himself, then immediately turns his head toward the great sin gate whose open proportion is no longer just a slit.

The pallid gate between bone and silicon, bearing the great sin crown, flickers with unprecedented active bright light, almost like a bat lamp, casting seven vast patterns of varying hues against the excellent dark sky backdrop; even the crimson circuit-board-like pattern on its gate flows with a faint blood-light.

This situation already conveys the gravity without anyone needing to explain, let alone the fact that a gap large enough for an Ancient Stand Special to pass through has opened in the middle of his gate.

However, as a unit of size comparison, this Ancient Stand Special is now also standing behind Aomo.

Besides, there is Alexis Kailifu, two Ultra Warriors and one Ultraman, plus some Digimon that have completed the 'decompression' step and turned into huge physiques; even without neat formation requirements, standing together they constitute an immensely intimidating legion of giants and giant beasts.

Even so, the leader still has no intention of relaxing.

Aomo Lindun merely stares at the opening split open at the center of the Great Sin Gate.

It seems to both reject and absorb all darkness within, yet no shadow of the predicted Profound Ancient Stop Beast appears; this fails to convince him to change his view, instead making him suspect the space inside the gate may be astonishingly vast.

Vast enough in that lightless region to lurk a colossal All-Sin Demon King.

"All counted and evacuated!"

While he was watching the door, Taku Hai had already, in the report, become well acquainted with his style and drawn up a list document.

The report states that inside there exists a Digimon whose data volume is in no way inferior to that of a Satan-type Light Beast, which should be Ogudomon, and its development is probably not yet fully completed; at least it itself is not in a hurry to appear.

"The Gate of Great Sin is completely unable to be manually operated, an autonomous operating unit," Aomo said, turning his head to look at the huge rift carved by Jesmon GX's sword, "Can the arrangement for remote observation of the Gate of Great Sin's movements still be carried out?"

Sure, sure!

Although his brother completely looked like he had been assimilated by the atmosphere, as a sister she could still bounce around in this scene, raising her hand in a classroom pose.

My side has already sent the offline observation chart; there's currently no sign of a second Digimon appearing, but that Digimon inside seems to have noticed us!

She spoke while beckoning Magnamon X to step to the very front of the team.

Because the data volume is too huge, it's hard to tell from the fluctuations in the chart whether it's moving its body or accumulating energy.

Therefore, we need the player with the strongest defensive ability to stand in front so we can speak with peace of mind.

Lest we be blown to smithereens by a sudden ultimate skill.

For this, the player himself was also cooperative, even unveiling the 'Golden Digital Alloy' form, which can boost defense to the extreme in a short time.

Aomo greatly appreciated this caution, which likely came from having experienced something, but the other party had no intention of cooperating.

After a single sentence, there was no movement or sound from inside.

There was no sudden laser shot, nor a sudden blade to the face; instead, the wholly golden Magnamon X standing there felt a bit embarrassed.

Don't let your guard down.

Seeing that the former seemed to be showing a hint of laxity, Dukemon X spoke up while raising his intricately shaped large shield.

Aomo Lindun.

He gave a silent defense and called out to Aomo, who immediately accepted his urging: 'Get ready to act directly; Plan 5 is meant for situations like this, isn't it?'

It was merely hiding inside without showing its head.

Such a response can hardly be called anything novel.