The crazy guy from Hakoden, defeated the millions of gods!

"Xiaobei..."

Guang Zuan buried the sadness deep in his heart and hummed softly.

However, the heaviness and depth in his eyes did not dissipate.

After the birth of trainer AI, a function called "quality judgment" appeared, which can analyze the existing data of horse girls and judge their potential.

In this golden age where millions of horse girls are competing madly, new geniuses are constantly emerging in this golden age, showing amazing talents beyond all previous eras. At the same time, once talented horse girls are constantly losing their luster, falling into the dust, and becoming nourishment for those new geniuses.

Xiaobei, do you know that you, with seven crowns, will go down in history, and I...will become the soil that breeds talents like you, and even one victory will be out of reach.

She stared silently at Beibu Xuanju's face. Clearly visible lines outlined her beautiful features. Her rainbow-like eyes were deep and bright, as if inlaid with the sun's rays, showing her determination and confidence.

She looked again at the two peerless geniuses with the "Nine Crowns", and envy was hidden in her light golden eyes.

As a horse racing girl, who doesn’t want to hold up the sacred trophy and sit on the highest throne?

However, geniuses are divided into different levels. In the past, she, Satomi Mitsuzu, could perhaps be considered an upper-middle-level genius. But now, too many stars have overshadowed her color, making her dull.

When she came to this passionate and exciting arena, she finally woke up and discovered the deep resentment and struggle that had been hidden in her heart all along.

Perhaps, if this continues, she can only watch silently from behind as the two brightest stars of this era whirl around the Milky Way, shining brightly on the field, showing extraordinary talents and brilliant achievements that are admired and praised by the world.

But...I don't want to just watch.

When the wooden girl next to her didn't notice, Guang Zuan clenched her palms tightly, her nails seemed to dig into the flesh, but she didn't make a sound.

Her grandmother once told her that the Satomi Group had contributed a lot to Lord Mu Yuan, so they were promised an opportunity.

And if, I use that opportunity, I am willing to do anything, even sacrifice my entire life, will there be a slight chance to change my fate?

...

...

"Xiaofen, this game is very interesting."

She closed her eyes and felt the powerful breath coming from the wind.

A bit unexpected...

"A Xing, who do you think is the strongest in this competition besides my elder sister?"

Chunqiufen looked around the stadium but still didn't see her elder sister, which made her very anxious and itchy, as if there was a restless little rabbit jumping in her chest and her ears were trembling constantly.

In order to ease the burning emotion, she took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Is it the Pharaoh who won the three classic crowns of the Amai Kingdom? Or the Golden Horn whose score is slightly higher than the Pharaoh? Or is it Zhuo Fu who won the Arc de Triomphe for two consecutive years?"

"Or is it the Emperor of the East Sea, Mejiro McQueen, Good Opera, Chengtian Road, Adoring Orihime, Rice Bath, Deep Impact..."

Just like calling out the names of dishes, Chunqiufen called out the names of the contestants one by one, without any respect for his predecessors.

"The wind told me that the strongest one is Zhuo Fu."

"Zhuo Fu? Is it because she is the champion of the Arc de Triomphe? It seems that no one in our country has ever achieved this achievement. The best is only the runner-up."

"it's not true."

Xingmu shook her head.

Her talent gave her powerful perception ability, and the never-ending "wind" was just one of the media for this perception.

In her perception, President Mu's aura was undoubtedly the most powerful, like a tornado that tore through mountains and seas, exploding and overwhelming the entire area of this huge arena.

This breath was not directed at her, but she could still feel an irresistible oppressive force, heavy and suffocating.

However, since she has always had to face this kind of oppression, she has become accustomed to it.

What surprised her was that beneath this terrifying might, there was still an endless force that was stubbornly fighting against it.

The owner of that breath seemed to be "Zhuo Fu".

"Oh? It seems that Zhuo Fu can last a little longer on the court."

Chunqiufen was slightly surprised, but even this unexpected emotion was only "slightly".

"After all, no matter who the opponent is, onee-sama will always win, right?"

"Of course."

In those almond-shaped eyes, there was only trust and admiration to the point of blindness.

They are among the people closest to Mu Yuan.

Therefore, only they can truly realize how powerful Mu Yuan is!

How can it be easy for an ant to shake a tree?

She is invincible in this world!

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PS:

Write slowly. At this pace, I can probably write another 30 chapters in this volume.

The next volume returns to the box garden.

Umamusume: Path to Godhood: Chapter 60: The King of the East Sea Wants to Communicate

"Finally, I'm on the same field with you again."

Standing in the contestant channel, the Emperor of the East China Sea looked intently at each of the horse racing girls walking out, his eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation.

It was as if something was igniting every inch of blood in her body and making it boil.

"Emperor, are you waiting for me?"

The purple-haired girl walked slowly over, her long hair shining like purple flames, illuminating the space around her.

When her gaze fell on the Emperor of the East China Sea, a slight smile appeared in her purple eyes. The black butler-like winning outfit she was wearing made her figure more elegant and upright, and every step she took seemed calm and powerful.

"McQueen..."

The Emperor of the East China Sea felt a tightness in his heart.

What should I say?

To be honest, is she actually waiting for someone else?

No, if that happens, my good friend will definitely be extremely embarrassed because of this misunderstanding.

She weighed her words as if planning a carefully planned battle. A storm of thoughts emerged in her brain, gathering like thunder and flashing like lightning.

Finally, she smiled her usual faint smile and responded, "McQueen, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Emperor, let's go. The game is about to start."

Mejiro McQueen extended his hand in invitation, his palm spread out like a blooming white lotus, inviting the other party to move forward together.

"No, McQueen, you go first, I want to wait for someone else."

The Emperor of the East Sea shook his head, with a certain firm determination in his voice.

"Okay." Mejiro McQueen frowned slightly, but still maintained a gentle smile, as if a ray of morning light was gently shining on her face. She waved goodbye and walked towards the light alone.

The gentle voice came in the breeze, a little vague and seemed to carry a hint of helplessness.

"If you want to meet that person, you might be disappointed."

"..."

The Emperor of the East China Sea quietly looked at Mejiro McQueen's departing back. The breeze brushed across her face, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes, like a deep lake, sparkling.

Did she notice?

Seriously speaking, Mejiro McQueen and she are good friends.

They have trained together, hung out together, and eaten together. When they encounter setbacks, they will cheer each other up, and they will compete with each other to move forward. This kind of friendship can be said to be shining.

But...in her mind, there was always a pure white figure, which would occasionally flash in her thoughts, reminding her of the day when the story began.

Especially when she was with McQueen, that figure always liked to intrude into her thoughts, as if it was right in front of her eyes, and yet, every time she reached out to touch it, expecting the figure to exist, she only touched the real figure of Mejiro McQueen.

This made her heart gradually entangled in contradictions and she felt unspeakably heavy.

Is she using McQueen as a substitute for that person's meal?

This is totally wrong. McQueen is the one and only McQueen. How could she be so disrespectful to her?

She is such an indecent girl.

but--

"Mu Yuan..."

Her heart was beating.

Her eyes were fixed on the corner of the passage, she longed to see that figure again, not separated by a screen, but just a few steps away, to be able to breathe her breath, feel her body temperature, and hear her voice.

This desire has filled her entire body and mind, twisting her insides and making her become the terrible person she is now.

Expectation, anxiety, her mood at the moment is unpredictable, as if it is a distant blue sky covered with countless clouds.

And that cloud exists only for one person.

pat-

Came.

It was the steady rhythm of boots hitting the ground, each step seemed like a heavy beat, leading a grand melody.

It's her, it must be her!

In that grand melody, there is a will of supremacy, as if there is a domineering overlord dominating everything!

If a mountain stands in my way, I will move it! If a sea stands in my way, I will fill it up!

I am the only one in the world!

"What a nice view."

The heartbeat of the Emperor of the East Sea was beating against his chest like a drumstick, as if it was going to break his chest. She finally saw the figure she had been thinking about day and night.

Her long, pure white hair was as soft as silver threads, tied into a ponytail by a red rope and fell down in front of her chest. The dress she wore was pure white, like a layer of soft feathers, setting off her graceful figure. The over-knee black stockings under the skirt outlined her slender, straight legs, and the perfect curves were mysterious and attractive.

She is still so beautiful.

"Mu Yuan, we are finally on the same field again."

The emperor stepped forward, suppressing the excitement in his voice and trying not to look disqualified.

She had a lot to say, such as her own growth, how she had been trying hard to chase after the other person, how she would definitely make her look at her differently, and how she would not fail so badly again.

But these words lost all their power and turned into nothing in the bland and ruthless voice of the pure white figure.

"Who are you?"

"..."

The East Sea Emperor's lips moved, trying to say something, but in the end there was only a silent tremor.

It was at this moment that she realized.

Under that sacred pure white are ruby eyes that have the exact opposite meaning.

A world of fire was reflected in the crimson-like eyes. All people were burning and turned into embers. Then... they were all swallowed up by the scarlet moon hanging high above the world.

It was not until the Emperor of the East China Sea emerged from the scene of destruction and despair that she realized that the figure had disappeared long ago.

"Are you ok?"

The girl with cute pigtails frowned slightly and asked with a worried look on her face.

"I am fine."

The Emperor of the East Sea responded with a forced smile.

She walked out of the passage in a daze.

It turns out that I don’t even deserve to be remembered by her?

Emperor of the East China Sea, you are truly a clown.