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Chapter 1657 No.274: Really an amateur.jpg
The two rest breaks alternating between walking are called two-break walking. It is particularly common in hiking or long-distance walking, and is also regarded as a form of exercise that can regulate physical energy and avoid excessive fatigue.

Replacing walking with running also applies to the training of horse girls. However, for people like Omer and Bize who are already paying attention to the ACGN circle, Two-Breath Walking is still a magic song (a musical work created using the voice library of a virtual singer), and its meaning in the Far Eastern language is to move forward desperately (non-stop).

This is a song that uses metaphors to narrate the story of growing up, and being unable to escape from love that is accompanied by hurt and conflict. Before the unofficial but officially official PV became the sequel to "Android Girl", the official had never expressed any narrative tendency about the stream-of-consciousness lyrics. This also made it a long-standing disagreement as to whether the girl in the song was a real person or a reference to a dream.

but……

Is it really important, a person or a dream?

Isn't it important that you gradually give up on, or even hurt, those who have treated you kindly in the past?
At the end of the song, the ambiguous lyrics can perhaps be understood as the protagonist getting over the hurt of companionship and love, but it is obvious that some people outside the song will never come back.

"I really have to thank you very much this time, Mr. Bordoldo."

"Oh, that's a bit worrying, Mr. Minister."

Under the enthusiastic gazes from those around him, the man's voice was as steady as his seemingly hard mask, and even seemed a little helpless.

“After the results arrive, it’s time for this kind of topic to come up.”

"But this situation is exactly the same as what you said!"

"Rather than being exactly the same, there are a few more people affected, right?"

"It's just a temporary loss of contact," the minister said nonchalantly, "Even if it was shattered into data, it should be sorted out by those people themselves. The key is that the battle rhythm is completely in line with the prediction. Does Mr. Podoldo still know anything about Digimon?"

"Unfortunately, that's not the case. I just had some understanding of the specifications of this event and made some guesses about the level of security."

"Ah, that's right. Digimon like Examon are well-known enough, but it takes a lot of effort to learn more about them. Even what we have collected are just rumors and superficial knowledge."

"With such an exaggerated upper limit on his power," a member sighed, "it's really hard to guess how much he can actually contribute."

"Don't worry about it. With the monsters those guys are constantly sending out to interfere, we have a great chance!"

"But Minister! Do we have to let the Emperor gain the advantage first!"

"..."

This question obviously made the minister, who was very excited, feel like he was having the first chance to master the training ground program.

"Are you hesitant?"

"Mr. Bordeaux..."

"Emperor... That was the horse girl under Omer Linton, who rejected your offer of help."

"It's not just a rejection, you don't know, Podordo," someone added, "That guy knew we would hear the same curse in our faces, Kulka and Livigu blushed on the spot!"

"That's only natural! How can you not be angry? And, Minister! That guy dared to say that because he thought we had to help him with our highest goal! Do we really want to give in to his wishes?!"

"But the Emperor has already won the Dream Cup. Short Distance..." The minister's eyes, which seemed a little empty due to thinking, swept across all the members who were looking at him, even the honorary members who were only cooperating and making guest appearances.

There are researchers of other worlds like Lord Dawn, as well as the black-robed cardinals of the Order of the Beast.

Given the private nature of this dimensional seating, none of the spectators here are purely there to enjoy the event itself.

"If we win the mid-distance this time, we just need to win the long-distance race, and the myth of the emperor and the fairy tale of trainer Omer Linton will be written. They will be the highest achievements of our lives, right?"

“Who can guarantee such an opportunity in the future?”

"..."

"But that Omer Linton..."

"Omer Linton, when he officially becomes the protagonist of the fairy tale, his situation will have nothing to do with him..." the minister murmured.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you like reading, Liviku?"

"Books... paper books, I have no interest at all."

"It's not a paper book, it's a story book, it's a creation, including online novels. I've seen a very unique saying in this circle, which is that when a book is finished, all the content in the book will have nothing to do with the author." "..."

“Once it’s done, it’s separated from me and becomes an independent entity.”

When Liviku was puzzled, Lord Liming suddenly spoke, meeting his gaze with the mask: "I have seen this sentence in the books of this world. It seems to be from a famous person."

"Shakespeare," someone said, looking up from their cell phone. "But I can't find the exact source. Did he really say that?"

"It's not important," the minister waved his hand, glanced at the progress in the communication, and then looked back at the 20,000-meter track where the Pioneer Group was already halfway through the middle. "It doesn't matter who said it's not important. What's important is that when an image is completed, that image can be separated from the supporting foundation itself."

"We can always ruin Omer Linton's reputation later. Isn't that what fairy tales are all about?"

"Princes may become scumbags in the eyes of later generations, and have affairs with various princesses, but everyone still knows the glorious image that princes represent in fairy tales."

"Even if you don't mention it, it will still be engraved in your heart. This is the profoundness of fairy tales."

"It sounds like you've made up your mind from the beginning," Lord Liming said, "So what are you waiting for? You don't have much time to plan."

As he asked, his mask turned towards the other people present, as if he was waiting for an opponent.

However, no.

It was as if the minister had convinced the most dissatisfied guys with his words just now. He was the only one left facing Lord Liming's mask in silence, and then looked at the arena again.

Looking at the Rudolph symbol, which is almost on par with the Sirius symbol and will soon welcome the joining of Chiaki Representative and Katsuragi Ace, it seems that its strength has lost too much and even the American Pharoah and Maruzenski in front of it cannot be surpassed.

There was extreme confusion in his eyes.

“Because we can’t interfere too much.”

"Obvious unfairness will make the competition controversial. We have already seen this kind of result in the last competition. And this time it is more formal and more important... maybe the officials will intervene, or maybe the results of the competition will be invalidated."

"That shouldn't be a waste of time!" The person who spoke this was the cardinal in black.

He brought the new priest's instructions and had to use the power of a team of monsters to assist them in interfering with the stadium system. This was an easy task, but it also contained the high priest's earnest warning to "be careful and don't get into trouble."

That means being conservative.

He had been making mental plans over the past few days and had thought about how to fight with this guy, but in the end, the other party had not let him take any action until now and was just listening to what that guy called Bordeaux said.

Why didn't you follow the original plan? Listen to a masked guy who has not done as much research on monsters as you do? I really want to find a chance to get rid of him directly.

However, the minister, who had no ability to read minds and didn't know what his partners were thinking, just sighed quietly.

"Rather than wasting time, we all have to wait for an opportunity."

"Timing?" The bishop frowned and followed his gaze towards the arena. "What timing?"

“In this arena where there is no collective rhythm at all, only the rhythm of these horse girls themselves, we should wait until the moment when the emperor really exerts his strength before giving a boost. This way, it will be both effective and concealed to the greatest extent.” After saying this, he raised his hand to support his forehead, looking at the crescent moon that was disturbed by the wind in the close-up on the huge screen, and was surging wildly like a small boat in the waves.

"But……"

"But what?"

"But I can't tell when she will really exert her strength."

"..."

"How about... contact Omer Linton?"

When someone raised his hand, everyone's attention was drawn to him, so he quickly retracted his hand.

but……

"Maybe...it's necessary...to try."

The minister's slightly hesitant voice made Li Mingqing's expression dull under his mask. It was unclear whether the puppeteer had let go or if the puppeteer was also dull.