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Chapter 1962 No.579: Clear Goal
No rain.

There is little rain on the Jiemen racecourse in winter, but the man-made environment and terrain make it easy for water to accumulate on the grass.

Obviously, not a lot.

It was unable to meet the standards of a heavy horse course, and even the threshold of 'slightly heavy' was difficult to meet. When trampled by countless running shoes embedded in horseshoes, it was simply exploded and scattered, not worth mentioning.

If the stadium has hosted a competition within two days, you can rest assured that the stadium will be dry.

unless……

Some contestants chose the outermost side.

It’s a very simple truth: for a track with a curved design, the innermost side must be the shortest, and it is also the battleground for racing strategists.

On the other hand, what about the most unorthodox one?
The quietest track naturally means the widest road conditions, with no danger of being stopped or having an accident. But you have to run the longest distance, consume the most energy, and even face a track quality that feels more like mud due to humidity.

Rolled up lawn.

Mud and water flying in the air.

And the soul that easily swept it away and left everything behind.

Even though the track was in the worst condition, she was able to pass the herd without getting dirty.

Let those who have been waiting for a long time involuntarily think of that rainy day.

——Once the game starts, that's our world. Right?
The words that were still ringing in my ears half an hour ago now give me completely different feelings when I think about them.

After removing the whispering label that easily led to wild thoughts, all that was left was the regret for the passing of that time.

This made Omar, who was already standing in front of a group of people, turn his head and take another look at the game that was about to enter the final stage.

Yes.

That's our world.

But my part of the construction is complete, but your part still needs to be done with all your strength.

Compared to the narrowness of the red skill that can only share emotions with the opponent, being able to transcend the information transmission limited to running by running and show the glory of yourself to the whole world - this is your most important goal.

But it doesn’t matter even if you don’t have this intention in your heart.

The black-haired, black-clad trainer knew it well.

Among the huge group of horse girls, there are only a few who, like Airi Hayabusa, have "pursuing the ultimate in speed" as their ideal, dream, and long-term goal.

For most horse racing girls, their motivations for running are very secular.

The desire for fame and fortune, the desire to surpass a specific person, the desire to make someone proud of oneself, or even the simple thought that running is fun... etc., are often hidden in the creation of many legends, and only some stories that emphasize warmth and peace will retain them.

Even some changes will be made.

At times like this, "letting the world witness your running steps" is often what the trainers want.

But this is not a conflict.

After all, those who have exhausted their path will end up in the same place.

The secular reasons for running and the pursuit of lofty goals, in their essence, all rely on running.

Just like reward cards placed at different distances on a road, as long as you keep moving forward on that road and don’t fall down halfway, you will definitely achieve all of them.

So just run.

Pick up those reasons, whether they have changed or not.

On the racetrack, it doesn’t matter whether you have the original intention or not, it doesn’t matter whether your motivation is pure or not, what matters is your strength and persistence.

Regardless of whether we can regain the original reason, regardless of whether we can have pure power, on the final track, these can only be regarded as part of the fuel.

The fuel used to ignite the fire of obsession is always free in composition and can be the desire for victory driven by anything or any emotion.

I want to win over someone, I want to win over someone, I want to go all out to satisfy all expectations, I want to grab the elixir that quenches my thirst while running and killing...

They are all suitable. But there can only be one winner, and there are other contestants who are equally suitable.

Who doesn’t have obsessions, who doesn’t have dreams?
At a time when everyone is shining, who can stand above the stars and prove themselves to be the most dazzling existence in the "place of struggle and proof"?
Omer Linton would not know, because he had come to the land where there was no sun or moon all year round, breathing the rich and fragrant breath of darkness.

His last impression of the game was just blessing all the players.

And the feeling of letting that frozen time flow again.

But all of this was sealed under his stern face.

"The pipeline is laid, but where are the site personnel?"

He looked at the cyber detective brother and sister who seemed a little nervous, perhaps because of the atmosphere or because they were facing him, and then turned his head to look at the Door of Sin that was opened to more than just a crack.

The Crown of Sin on the pale door, which was made of a material between bone and silicon, was flashing an unprecedented active light, almost like a bat lantern, reflecting seven huge lines of different colors against the perfect background of the black sky. Even the bright red pattern on the door, which looked like a circuit board, was flowing with a faint blood light.

In this situation, one could sense the seriousness of the matter without anyone explaining it to him, not to mention that there was a hole in the middle of the door that was big enough for Gulit to enter and exit.

However, as a unit of comparative size, Gullit was standing behind Omer at the moment.

In addition, there was Alexis Kailif, two Ultra Warriors, an Ultraman, and some Digimon that had completed the "decompression" step and transformed into giant bodies. Even without the proper queue requirements, when they were together, they were a very intimidating army of giants and behemoths.

But even so, the team leader showed no intention of relaxing.

Omer Linton just stared at the gaping hole in the middle of the Gate of Sin.

In the darkness that seemed to reject and absorb everything, there was no sign of the predicted Ogudumon. This did not convince him to change his mind, but instead made him suspect that the space inside the door might be surprisingly huge.

The dark area is so large that a gigantic Demon Lord of All Sin could be hidden.

"The inventory has been counted and the evacuation has been completed!"

While he was watching the door, Takumi had already marked out the list document in his report in a manner that was well aware of his style.

"The report says that there is a Digimon inside whose data volume is not inferior to that of Satan-type Lucemon. It should be Ogudumon, and its development should not be completely complete. At least it is not in a hurry to appear."

"Then this Sin Gate is an autonomous unit that cannot be manually operated," Omer said, turning his head to look at the huge dividing line that Jesmon.GX was cutting with his sword. "Can the arrangement of remotely observing the movement of the Sin Gate still be implemented?"

"It can!"

Although the brother looked like he was completely assimilated by the atmosphere, the sister was still able to jump around and raise her hands in this scene as if in class.

"I've sent you an offline observation map. There's no sign of a second Digimon appearing, but the Digimon inside seems to have noticed us!"

As she spoke, she called for Magnamon X to step to the front of the team.

"Because the amount of data is so huge, it's hard to tell from the fluctuations in the graph whether it's moving the body or accumulating energy."

Therefore, a player with the strongest defensive ability needs to stand in front so that you can talk with peace of mind.

To avoid being blown to pieces by a sudden ultimate move.

To this end, the player himself was very cooperative and even opened the "Golden Digital Alloy", a form that can only increase defense to the extreme in a short period of time.

Omar appreciated this cautiousness, which was probably due to his experience, but the other party had no intention of cooperating:
After saying this, there was no movement inside.

There was neither a sudden laser shot out nor a sharp blade suddenly hitting the face, which made the golden Magnamon stand there in a bit of embarrassment.

“Don’t let your guard down.”

Seeing that the former seemed to be showing some signs of slacking off, Dukemon.X spoke while raising his large, delicately shaped shield.

"Omer Linton."

He defended himself silently and called on Omar, who immediately accepted his urging: "Just prepare for action. Plan 5 is designed to deal with this situation, isn't it?"

It's just hiding inside without showing its head.

This response is nothing new.

(End of this chapter)