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

She accomplished something that, logically speaking, should be something to be proud of.

Isn't that how it's always portrayed in TV dramas?

After rescuing a damsel in distress, one should feel a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

I felt a warm glow inside, and I felt like I had done something amazing.

but--

I searched my heart for poetry and wine for a long time, but found nothing.

Even at that moment, she truly felt her fear and her determination to save the Diamond Treasure.

But now her heart is like a glass of water that has been drunk dry, with only a few dried-up remnants at the bottom.

Why...?

She thought blankly.

Why do I feel nothing at all...? Wasn't I quite happy when we were together before?

'Is it because you're too tired...?'

Or is it... that I'm just this kind of person...?

"Boom."

A pain shot through my heart.

An invisible hand suddenly gripped her heart.

Poetry and Wine frowned slightly.

"Boom."

one more time.

This time it hurts even more than before.

Okay, now I can feel it.

'hiss--'

For some reason, the pain in my heart started to intensify.

No longer confined to the heart itself, the pain spread outwards like ripples.

My chest, shoulders, arms, and even fingertips started to ache.

Oh shit.

It feels... very familiar.

It was exactly the same kind of near-death pain she was forced to endure in the river.

Poetry and wine clenched their teeth, and fine beads of cold sweat seeped from their foreheads.

You will absolutely not die; at most... you'll just be in constant pain.

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 85 It's Worth It

A voice suddenly rang in the minds of Poetry and Wine.

Her voice was clear and ethereal, with a hint of a smile.

She's that goddess with the sea-blue hair.

"?!!"

Poetry and wine suddenly widened their eyes.

She subconsciously looked around.

The ward was empty, with only the patter of rain outside the window and the regular beeping of the electrocardiogram monitor.

There was no one there.

But the voice was crystal clear, as if someone were speaking right next to her ear.

Is it strange? I'm talking to you now.

The voice rang out again, this time with a hint of mischief.

What, you thought we'd only show up once, right after you were turned into a friend card, and then just wash our hands of the matter?

What are you trying to say?

Poetry and wine were said through gritted teeth in his heart.

The pain in my heart continued, wave after wave, like an endless ocean.

This forced her to grip the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

Hey~ don't be so fierce~

Godoffel's Arabic voice sounded somewhat aggrieved.

I just wanted to remind you of something.

Her tone suddenly changed, from relaxed to serious and cold.

I don't want to see you abuse your life just because you're immortal.

Poetry and wine did not speak.

Why do you think we gave you immortality? So you could recklessly court death?

That's not a shackle or punishment.

This is your guarantee to explore the meaning of life.

Godolphin's Arabic voice grew increasingly cold.

Death will disappear, but suffering will not.

Do you think the suffocation, cold, and near-death fear you experienced in the river today will disappear just because you "survive"?

No, it won't.

From this moment forward, the agony of impending death will continue. Until it accumulates enough to offset the moment you were supposed to die.

Poetry and wine's pupils contracted slightly.

It turned out to be the case.

There's a price to pay.

She overdrawn her life force in the river, using her immortality to forcefully survive what should have been a fatal period.

But the deaths she incurred will not simply disappear.

They will repay this debt slowly, in the form of suffering.

It's a fairly fair deal.

If this were given to someone else, they would definitely fight over it.

Poetry and wine closed their eyes and remained silent for a moment.

What would have happened to Diamond Treasure if I hadn't saved it?

She suddenly asked.

[That's a good question.]

Godolphin's Arabic tone became cheerful again.

I'll just tell you the answer directly—

[The Diamond Treasure will die.]

The four words were light and casual, as if they were just talking about today's weather.

The diamond treasures of this world can die.

But you can end the scripted world now, return to reality, and pretend nothing ever happened.

I won't bother you anymore. Just live your life like a normal horse girl.

Poetry and wine remained silent, saying nothing.

She didn't know how she should feel.

Are you glad you saved her?

still is……

Also, you don't need to worry about your secret being discovered when you return to the real world.

Godolphin Arab continued, his tone carrying a subtle implication.

[Only after you complete four trips will the Diamond Treasure inherit her memories of this world. Before that, the Diamond Treasure of the real world will know nothing about what happened here.]

'is that so……'

Poetry and wine murmured to each other.

[Finally, I have some good news for you.]

Godolphin's Arabic voice became even more cheerful.

You've now completed three trips!

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment.

three times?

She recalled her experiences since coming into this world—

The first time was after suffering from heatstroke, when I was sent directly to the infirmary.

The second time was after the debut competition.

The third time...

Could it be...?

That's right, it's today.

Godolphin Arab seemed to have read her mind.

Although there was a minor mishap, the "trip" itself was completed. So—

Congratulations, you're only one last time before unlocking the death feature!

The tone sounded as if he was congratulating her on winning some big prize.

Poetry and wine—I don't know what to say.

I'll tell you what kind of canned food it is.

【So--】

Godolphin's Arabic voice began to fade away, slowly disappearing into the distance.

Should we choose to return to the real world?

'Um.'

Poetry and wine succinctly responded with a single word.

The excruciating pain in my heart returned, each wave more intense than the last.

She didn't say anything more, but simply closed her eyes, letting the pain wash over her like a tidal wave.

The ward was empty.

Anyway, no one held her hand and asked her if it hurt.

No one brought flowers or fruit, nor did they offer any words of concern.

No one stayed by her bedside while she was unconscious, waiting for her to wake up.

She is still all alone in this world.

Just like in my past life.