Having trained real horses, why are we now training racehorse girls after time-traveling?

"But is using a fake straightaway to accelerate really a wise move? This is the area where misjudgments are most likely to occur! If you misjudge, you'll waste a lot of energy here unnecessarily!"

The commentators at Longchamp Racecourse were also seeing such a long acceleration race for the first time. It's worth noting that the Arc de Triomphe Grand Prix is ​​known for its exceptionally long straights; both the initial long straight and the final 533-meter straight emphasize a contest of raw power and acceleration.

However, the purpose of the false straight is to correct the racehorse girl's judgment. At the end of the false straight, there is an abrupt turn, which, although not large, is enough to make the sprinting racehorse girl's acceleration suddenly stop. If the racehorse girl accelerates on the false straight, she may lose a lot of energy on the final straight due to this small turn, and will not be able to exert her full strength on the final straight.

And this was exactly what the noble family planned! She sensed the great opera closely following behind her, and being extremely familiar with the Longshang Racecourse, she smiled slightly and, before the area of ​​the false straight, suddenly made a turn!

That kick was absolutely beautiful, a perfect combination of power and skill! It allowed the noble family to change their acceleration very naturally with minimal effort. Although there was a sudden stop, the energy expenditure was not great; it could be said that they were moving forward by borrowing a force.

Of course, this is also thanks to the Noble Clan's [Domain], which allows her to compete in a completely ideal state. Otherwise, the risk of that kick failing just now would have been quite high.

But now that she has succeeded, even the powerful clan can't help but turn their heads slightly with a hint of pride.

"So, what will you do, fine opera?"

At this moment, the Good Opera, which was closely following, had also reached that speed! At this moment, watching the Good Opera, which seemed to have no reaction at all and was still accelerating, everyone's heart jumped into their throat.

"Oh no, we've fallen into a trap!" Lu Duo's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned grim as he said, "The noble family used their familiarity with the venue and skill to escape danger, but they've dragged the wonderful opera that followed into a pit!"

"The range of motion here... even a technically skilled horse racer wouldn't dare say she could succeed. A great opera has been tricked!"

Lu Duo's symbolic voice immediately made everyone's hearts leap into their throats. Among the group, the only one who was proficient in skills, the Emperor of the East Sea, was wondering what to do when he saw this scene...

However, at that moment, with such acceleration, even the Emperor of the East Sea dared not say that he could overcome this range with skill alone. If he had noticed it from the beginning, it would have been fine, but with such acceleration, without sufficient strength, relying solely on skill would have made it impossible to overcome it without expending physical strength.

Suddenly, both the skill-based Emperor of the East Sea and the physical-based Golden Master felt a sense of despair at this scene. Neither of them had a good enough way to turn the tide under such accelerated conditions.

Without sufficient power and skill, such acceleration will only result in two outcomes: either you overshoot and fall far behind, making it extremely difficult to overtake, or you are forced to slow down and then accelerate again when turning.

Both of these methods are extremely physically demanding and waste a lot of time and speed.

Is there really no way to win? At this moment, even Ikezoe and Imanami couldn't help but feel despair at this situation.

And at this moment on the field, that moment was almost upon them! Just as the opera singer's eyes narrowed slightly, a voice suddenly rang out:

"Don't hesitate, use your full power to break through!"

"!" Good Opera's eyes narrowed, and almost subconsciously he did just that!

"Bang!" The moment Good Opera's foot touched that spot, her [Domain] instantly transmitted enough power to match her thoughts! In an instant, Good Opera felt an extremely powerful force, unlike anything she had ever experienced, being applied to the leg she stepped out with! This force propelled her body violently in the direction she had anticipated before she could even react!

"He made it! The Opera King has made it safely!! An unbelievable scene! At such a speed, the Opera King has made it across the false straight road! And he's still accelerating towards the Noble Family!"

"Quel (what?)?!"

The narrator's voice startled the noblewoman, causing her to turn her gaze to her back. However, even if she couldn't see the opera, the powerful and imposing presence of the opera at this moment undoubtedly confirmed this.

But the noble family simply couldn't understand how their sister had managed to cross that curve at such a speed. Even if she were to go all out, she couldn't possibly cross that curve at that speed.

Unless the power of a good opera has been honed to a level beyond everyone's imagination, which is simply unrealistic! Uma Musume is very strong, but she is not an ox, so how could she suddenly unleash such formidable power?

Something's definitely not right—that's it! That guy's [domain]!

Could it be that the [domain] possesses some magical quality that can enhance her power?

The noble family was completely baffled, but at this moment, the opera singer who was pursuing her was somewhat stunned and subconsciously looked at herself. Just now, that inner voice had made her feel a little dazed.

“…Another me?” she asked tentatively.

"—I am no longer the 'wounded' me. The current me is the 'honored' you, another me."

As Good Opera's voice faded, a familiar phantom reappeared beside her. Once again, Good Opera saw a figure, slightly faster than herself, appear before her.

"Alright, now is not the time to talk. I didn't come out here to bother you for another year. I'm just a phantom in your heart that you want to transcend. That's my mission."

"And now, perhaps I should teach you something else. Your other self, the [Domain] you've just awakened, should now be fully revealed, shouldn't it?"

"Ah, of course." Good Opera, upon hearing this, revealed his familiar confident smile and said lightly, "This time, I will definitely surpass you, my other self, in one go!"

Chapter 382: The Final Coronation, the Victory of the True End-of-Century Overlord

The power of the new [Domain] that Good Opera has acquired is currently known only to her, just like the name of her domain, [Brilliant World End Overlord], only she herself can truly understand herself.

Just as the Noble Family initially guessed, the "domain" of good opera is an increase in itself, but to be honest, this increase is not very accurate. Rather than an increase, it is more like an equivalent exchange of variables.

The ability of the "Domain" of good opera is very simple and easy to understand. It involves quantifying all of one's physical attributes and then arbitrarily redistributing these attributes to various categories. The more extreme the redistribution, the better the improvement.

For example, if we divide a good opera's physical attributes into five dimensions: speed, endurance, strength, resilience, and intelligence, the good opera's values ​​in these five dimensions are relatively even. However, a good opera that now possesses a [Domain] can redistribute its values ​​in these five dimensions.

He can channel all his intelligence into speed, or, just like when he navigated that bend, he can pile all his stats into power when necessary! With a power that even the racehorse girl finds unbelievable, he can force his way through the bend without slowing down at all!

These stats can even be freely allocated when necessary. For example, for a long opera that requires speed, she can stack up all her other stats!

Moreover, her domain, "Brilliant End of the Century Overlord," strongly supports stacking; the more you stack, the higher the stats, and the greater the boost to good operas!

However, there is only one thing that good opera today needs to consider—whether her physical strength can support the demands of such a powerful "domain".

"But I am the overlord! I will be fearless! And I will be unstoppable!"

"Now—the climax of this world-class grand opera is right before us! If the lead actor doesn't step onto the stage now, when will he?!"

But the moment such a concern flashed through Good Opera's mind, she immediately ignored it completely.

If she were to leave this world-class opera with the curtain falling, she would have left her dazzling figure in that grand theater, a moment in which no one else could sing.

“It shouldn’t be just that.” At this moment, “Good Opera” suddenly spoke to her again. Even though many days had passed and she was no longer the same person, she could still see through Good Opera’s thoughts at a glance.

"You said you were running for something, another version of myself, but I don't think that's all there is to it."

"It's like you've just let go of that kid, Wada. You want him to grow up. You've never really abandoned him like that—just like now."

"You may seem to be running for yourself, but in reality, everyone's wishes are still the driving force for you to reach the finish line, aren't they?"

"The solitary overlord—you are no longer just an overlord, another me. You now carry the dreams and emotions of so many people."

"Heh." Good Opera didn't refute anything upon hearing this. The last layer of pretense of dignity was torn away, but Good Opera now seemed to have no more scruples. She had completely accepted herself as she was.

"Then, may I ask again?" "Good Opera" asked once more: "What are we running for?"

"—I'm running towards so many dreams." X2

At this moment, both good opera singers spoke in unison, and at this moment, the phantom that was just running ahead of the good opera singer slowly merged back into her body.

—No, it should be said that when Good Opera transcended its own illusion, the two of them merged into one once again. And this time, when Good Opera opened its eyes again, it was fully prepared and ready for everything.

Now, the stage is right in front of you.

Now, the main character is about to make his appearance!

Let everything I have become the driving force for victory in this moment! My speed! My strength! And everything I have!

"The Opera Queen is catching up! The Opera Queen! The gap between her and the noble families is getting smaller and smaller!"

"Incredible speed! Incredible speed—it's like flying! It really feels like flying!"

With the full power of her "domain" of good opera, her speed began to increase rapidly. She began to channel more and more of her energy into speed, making her move even faster! So fast that she seemed to transform into a cheetah!

The gap between Good Opera and Noble Family was getting closer and closer on the 533-meter long straight! They left all the other racehorses behind and the two began their final race. This long straight was originally Noble Family's attempt to widen the gap, but now she wished it were shorter!

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as the opera singer's body slowly approached her, paralleled her, and finally overtook her at an incredible speed!

This guy—is he crazy?! That was the only thought in the mind of the noble family at that moment. Even among racehorses, how many could achieve such speed?

"She's surpassed her! The Queen of Opera has surpassed her! Can she keep it up?! She's less than 200 meters away!"

"Go for it, Good Opera!" At the moment when Good Opera overtook Noble Family at an astonishing speed, all the people who had been in despair cheered.

At that moment, countless Japanese people and horse racing fans watching the screen cheered for the great opera that carried their dreams and truly surpassed the legendary. Everyone wanted it to run even faster.

At this moment, even in the stands, with tears streaming down his face, as he watched the mighty champion galloping across the field, he seemed to finally understand her choice.

"Charge! What a magnificent opera!!!"

He roared as he cheered for the opera, even though he had been left behind by his own tyrant, even though he knew that this time the opera had chosen a moment of glory, even though he felt reluctant to do so, at this moment, facing the opera that was moving forward, he still cheered for it.

This was the tyrant's choice, and no one could sway her will.

So go and win! Win the whole world!

"Roar! Aa ...

The opera, accompanied by a roar, continued its charge forward! The 200-meter distance closed rapidly at a visible speed! In no time, it was in front of her.

And just as she took that final step near the finish line, a sudden weakness gripped her legs, causing her vision to dip slightly...

At this moment, it was as if time had stopped, and everything began to play slowly. Before the eyes of the opera singer, the finish line was right in front of her, but just before this step, she seemed to have reached her limit.

Is this... her limit?

Is the mere step away from the world stage an insurmountable chasm for her?

no way.

"no way!!"

"Bang!" The final kick! The opera singer, whose body had been leaning forward, suddenly leaped across the finish line as if jumping, rather than running...

Finally, her body crossed the finish line, and at that moment, a relieved and satisfied smile appeared on her face.

In that case... she can finally take her final bow and leave the stage.

I didn't disappoint everyone... I'm really amazing, what a wonderful opera.

"He crossed the finish line! Japan's TM Opera King! He fell at the last second! But—he did successfully cross the finish line!"

"The Arc de Triomphe Grand Prix! GI's winner—the representative horse girl from Japan! TM Opera Queen!"

At this moment, the French commentator's voice was drowned out by the clamor of the entire stadium. At this moment, it seemed that even the outcome of the competition had lost its meaning. Everyone's heart was in their throat when they saw the opera singer fall as he crossed the finish line.

Not only were the people at the Longshang Racecourse speechless with astonishment at this scene, but also all the Japanese people and racehorse girls who were watching the race. They all stared in horror at the good opera that had fallen at the finish line. At this moment, even the victory of the Arc de Triomphe seemed to become unimportant.

After quite some time, while the other racehorses had already crossed the finish line, the noble family had just called for a medical team to help the opera singer up.

This overlord of the end of the century, who collapsed at the finish line, refused everyone's help. She silently supported her body with her hands, and after a long while, she finally tried to straighten her back on her own.

"Ugh!"

With a cry of pain, Good Opera seemed unable to stand up, but at that moment, she suddenly felt her body, which was about to fall, being supported by another pair of hands.

"...Ryuji? Is that you?"

"Yes, my lord, I think you might need me now."

Wada, who had rushed out the moment Good Opera fell at the finish line, finally arrived at Good Opera's side in time. Now that he was on the scene, he had already wiped away his tears, as if he wasn't the one who had been crying his heart out in the audience.

He knew very well that good opera didn't want to see him crying and sobbing; what she needed now was his help, not his pity.