Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

'It's only this good so far!'

She felt like she had truly become the protagonist of the story.

And in the middle of the herd of horses.

The Sakura student council president looked at the figures rushing past her, her eyes filled not with envy, but with mockery.

"idiot."

She uttered two words softly.

Sakura, the student council president, kept her body low and did not follow the rhythm of the other horse girls' riot.

Her gaze swept past the several overly excited horse girls ahead, fixing on the black figure that had already been overtaken by them.

There are 800 meters left to the finish line.

Sakura, the student council president, was silently calculating in her mind.

'Use all your energy at this point... until you enter the final straight line...'

A cruel smile curled at the corner of her lips.

'You will die a horrible death.'

Sakura, the student council president, could see that the breathing of those horse girls, who transcended poetry and wine, was completely disordered.

'They're at their last gasp.'

Sakura, the student council president, gritted her teeth and forcibly suppressed the urge to exert herself.

She had already lost once at the Satsuki Sho because she was blinded by anger, and this time, she would not make the same mistake again.

'Poetry and wine...you must be in a lot of pain right now.'

Sakura's eyes turned to pity.

'The feeling of being surpassed by these small fry is probably more unbearable than physical pain, isn't it?'

'Watching helplessly as his throne was trampled upon, and being unable to do anything about it...'

She could imagine how the black-haired girl felt at that moment.

'But poetry and wine…'

Sakura's eyes narrowed.

'The real battle... hasn't even begun yet.'

'Once these fools fall, I will personally end your myth.'

Meanwhile, the new universe on the side didn't even lift an eyelid.

To her, the few horse girls rushing past her were nothing more than a stream of data about to collapse.

"Inutile..."

The new universe murmured softly in Italian.

"Their heart rates are now above the critical level."

She tilted her head and said, unable to suppress a smile.

"Uni has another joke to tell."

The desert hero pushed up his glasses.

The lenses were covered in mud, and my vision was so blurry that I couldn't see clearly what was in front of me.

'These people...'

The desert hero sighed inwardly.

She recalled the epic poems she had read.

Heroes are not born of momentary impulses.

The desert hero looked at the figures desperately chasing ahead.

A true hero is someone who gets back up after everyone else has fallen.

Her gaze passed through the chaotic herd of horses and landed on the poetry and wine.

Poetry and wine seem to be in a terrible state right now.

Her steps were unsteady, her body swayed, and her shoulders heaved violently, like a candle flickering in the wind that could be extinguished at any moment.

but--

The desert hero's gaze suddenly turned serious.

'She hasn't collapsed yet.'

She could sense something incredibly terrifying burning within poetry and wine.

'As expected... she won't leave so easily.'

The desert hero took a deep breath, her stride gradually lengthening as she began to fine-tune her rhythm.

'Just wait...'

"It's happening! A sudden riot has broken out behind the herd of horses!!"

The commentator's voice on the radio was hoarse from excessive excitement.

"This is a collective gamble! Several horse girls at the rear suddenly sprinted forward, recklessly stealing the view ahead!"

"Ace! King of Kings! Lincoln! Abundance! One after another, the 'Black Shock' is being swallowed up."

"The Sakura President, New Universe, and Desert Heroes remained inactive; they did not choose to follow this arrogant trend."

"800 meters to the finish line, the final bend is coming soon!"

On the field.

Even in the moment of being surpassed, poetry and wine still struggle to maintain control of their bodies.

I could hear the excited panting of those people.

'Why...'

Poetry and wine clashed, the taste of rust filling the mouth.

The thigh muscles were screaming, the heart was groaning, but these physical pains were nothing compared to the humiliation.

'What makes you think you're qualified to compete with me for this position...'

The thought flashed through my mind.

A violent aura suddenly erupted from the black-haired girl.

She never thought she would lose.

He didn't value the poetry and wine associated with victory on the field.

Poetry and wine were more enraged by the possibility of their own significance being disregarded than by the impending defeat.

Inexplicable feelings of self-esteem, career, love, family, studies, and life.

Poetry and wine believe that they have never possessed anything other than life and dignity.

Until she finally gave up her life.

She was more ambitious than anyone else, hating the emptiness of her own meaning while believing that she possessed something that had not yet been discovered but that no one else had.

So even now, the black-haired girl still hasn't found her own meaning.

Dark Meteor: Chapter 241 might be difficult

Poetry and Wine raised their heads, their dark eyes, which had been unfocused by pain, now refocused.

Two points of pitch-black, cold light suddenly shone.

Ahead lies the entrance to the fourth bend, and in the girl's distorted vision, the gates to hell are slowly opening.

Poetry and wine did not collapse as others had predicted...

Meanwhile, in the VIP room of Tokyo Racecourse.

Upon seeing the scene on the field, Maru Zenki couldn't help but grip his sunglasses tightly.

Her sea-blue eyes were filled with astonishment and worry.

"Hey, Rudolph."

"You saw it, didn't you? The perfect state of poetry and wine just now?"

Maruzensky's voice trembled slightly.

"The child's steps have completely faltered, and his center of gravity is swaying from side to side... He's reached his limit, hasn't he?"

"Given the chaotic variations in the middle game, and this damn rotten ground, how could she possibly abuse her body like this?"

"really."

Rudolf Symbol did not refute Maruzensky's words; her purple eyes were fixed on the black figure on the field.

"Her body is on the verge of collapse, and her heart is probably pounding."

At this point, Rudolf's tone suddenly shifted, and a chillingly fanatical light flashed in his eyes.

"But...did you see that, Maruzen?"

"What...did you see?"

Maru Zenki was stunned.

"Something is hatching inside her crumbling body."

Rudolf's figure, leaning slightly forward as if supporting himself on the railing, seems to want to imprint poetry and wine onto his retina.

"A radiance that transcends the limits of the physical body and only manifests when the spirit transcends matter."

“That was the prototype of ‘Divine Flight’… the gateway to the ‘realm’ we are seeking.”

"Domain...?!"

Maruzensky gasped.

"You mean Poetry and Wine are going to reach that level the very first time they run a derby? In this physical state? That will ruin her!"

"Perhaps."

Rudolf symbolized that she did not turn around, and her tone became solemn, even taking on the majesty of an emperor.

"But she didn't stop."

Rudolf looked at the black figure swaying precariously in the mud, exuding a terrifying aura, and a hint of heartache appeared in his eyes, but more so, anticipation.

"I want to see... no, I must see."

"Watching her, after abandoning everything, in that inhuman realm belonging to monsters..."

"Just how fast can it run?"

On the field.

"boom--!"

A fierce wind, capable of swallowing everything, howled in.

As the eighteen female horses emerged from the fourth bend, a breathtaking view unfolded before them.

A 525-meter-long green straight road transforms into an execution platform stretching towards the sky, lying before everyone.

"Ha...ha...uh!!"

The ace at the front was no longer able to maintain the pace he had been at.

The ecstasy on her face froze the moment she saw the straight road.

Just seconds before, she was still basking in the thrill of surpassing "Satsuki Overlord".

The moment her horseshoe stepped onto the straight line, a terrible pressure climbed up her ankles to her thighs.

Because of her previous frantic acceleration, coupled with the suction force of the rotten ground, she had lost her last footing.