Chapter 208: Let the Chair Glide for a While
Chapter 208: Let the Chair Glide for a While
At Closure's command, the entire racecourse instantly descended into chaos.
With hundreds of participants, no referees, and no clear rules, disaster was inevitable from the very first moment.
Many competitors attempted to get a head start, only to crash into each other in a tangled mess.
As they toppled over, they inadvertently blocked the path for those behind them.
Fortunately, since everyone was using rolling chairs as their "mounts," there was little real danger.
Even if someone fell or collided, the worst that happened was a pile-up of bodies and chairs.
Amidst this chaos, those who excelled in close combat—mostly elite Guard Operators—quickly distinguished themselves.
Their strong physiques made them fearless when it came to physical clashes.
After all, if someone was going to get knocked away, it would be their opponents.
And if they themselves got sent flying, well, that only meant they weren't strong enough.
At the forefront of these elite Guards was an old acquaintance of Steven—Skadi.
It couldn't be helped. The physical advantages of an Abyssal Hunter were simply overwhelming in a contest like this.
She shot forward like a charging young orca, bursting out of the chaotic starting zone with ease.
Then, using powerful kicks against the ground, she propelled herself forward like a cannonball, rapidly accelerating.
Surprisingly, however, the one closest behind her wasn't ACE or any of the other elite Guard Operators. Instead, it was an unexpected figure—a green-haired girl.
Despite being a Medic Operator, her speed and strength far exceeded those of many brawny men, and she was even keeping pace with Skadi.
"Sorry about this, but I'd really like to win some of that medicine to send back to my little sister far away," Gavial called out to the elite Operators behind her. "If I bring it back home, it could save a lot of my people."
As she spoke, Gavial continued to push forward with agile, precise movements.
Though it was her first time using a rolling chair like this, she was already handling it with impressive ease.
However, she wasn't in a rush to overtake Skadi just yet.
The racecourse was over a thousand meters long, and unlike previous years, this time the track had been altered.
The biggest change? A sharp right-angle turn had been added. The finish line was no longer straight ahead—it was to their right.
"Cornering speed is the real key to victory! Anyone can just rush in a straight line." —Closure, the track designer.
If the race had been a simple straight dash, no one would have needed to interfere with anyone else—they would've just sprinted forward.
But with this added turn, everyone knew that the inner lane would have a huge advantage.
For Gavial, the best chance to overtake Skadi would be at that turn.
Just as she was preparing to make her move, a figure suddenly swept past her.
A young girl with deep red hair, dressed in a sporty, casual jacket, spun forward in a dizzying rotation, rapidly overtaking several elite Guards.
In the blink of an eye, she had caught up to Gavial and was now closing in on Skadi.
Gavial wasn't particularly familiar with her, but she did recognize her.
She wasn't a direct Operator of Rhodes Island. Instead, she was a mercenary assigned by a certain logistics company.
But at the start of this race, no one had really thought things through too carefully—anyone with the will to participate was free to sign up.
That wasn't the issue, though. The real issue was that this particular girl had an overwhelming advantage.
No matter how strong the other competitors were, the structure of the rolling chairs made it difficult to accelerate. But she was different.
As a Sankta, she not only had the characteristic halo floating above her head, but also a pair of fragmented, light-like wings.
And these weren't just for show. They were fully functional organs that allowed for gliding and even brief moments of flight.
On a rolling chair, these wings amplified her mobility to an almost unfair degree.
The only problem? She didn't seem to have full control over the direction.
Once she picked up speed, the three-wheeled contraption seemed like it had a mind of its own, making strange, erratic movements.
To put it simply—she started spinning.
Like a tiny spinning top, she closed the gap between herself and Skadi, rapidly catching up.
Just when everyone thought she might actually take the lead, the unexpected dark horse found herself unable to brake before the upcoming turn.
Still spinning wildly, she shot straight off the track.
By the time the stationed Medic Operators rushed over, the girl was already clinging to her rolling chair, tumbling uncontrollably in a chaotic mess.
Well… it turns out being fast does come with consequences.
With the "spinning angel" now eliminated in a rather comical fashion, the race returned to its previous rankings. But as the competitors neared the only major turn in the course, the real battle was just beginning.
While the leading racers were already pushing themselves to their limits, back at the starting line, three individuals remained seated, observing the event with an air of indifference.
These three, of course, were Steven, Logos, and Kal'tsit.
"You're not in a hurry either?"
Steven turned his gaze from the green-haired feline girl nearby and looked at Logos with curiosity.
If nothing else, Logos certainly lived up to the "mysterious protagonist" archetype—calm, composed, and seemingly always in control.
That expression alone made him seem miles ahead of the others.
"It's fine. Let them struggle for a while longer. And you, Mr. Steve, aren't you doing the same?"
With an effortless spin on his chair, Logos showcased the advantage of having long legs—he didn't even need to spread them apart to maneuver his seat gracefully.
"That's true. Let the chair glide for a bit. I'm not in a hurry. Honestly, whether I win or not doesn't matter to me. I'm just here to enjoy the show."
Arms crossed, Steven was thoroughly entertained.
Just the chaos at the start of the race had been enough to keep him engaged—why rush when he could sit back and enjoy the spectacle?
Take that spinning angel, for example.
Just her expression while spiraling off the track was enough to make him laugh for days.
But while the two of them were relaxed, Kal'tsit was no longer able to stay still.
Steven might not care about winning, and Logos clearly didn't either.
But she understood the true value of what was at stake. And she had no intention of sitting idly by.
Frowning helplessly, Kal'tsit clicked her tongue in frustration before silently whispering Mon3tr's name in her mind.
In the next second, a massive and terrifying beast emerged from her exposed, smooth back.
It didn't even need Kal'tsit's command—it instinctively understood what to do.
With a swift movement, Mon3tr hooked around Kal'tsit's body and, like a low-flying aircraft, launched forward at high speed.
Kal'tsit, throughout the entire process, never once touched the ground. Instead, she sat with an elegant posture, legs crossed, allowing Mon3tr to carry her forward at a breakneck pace.
"Is this— never mind, I guess it's fine. After all, it's her own ability. That thing is technically a part of her."
Steven had initially wanted to call her out for blatant cheating, but after thinking about it, he realized something—on Rhodes Island, the referees, the contestants, and even the audience were all her people. Even if someone lodged a complaint, the one making the final decision would still be her.
It was meaningless to argue.
Besides, this race never had any real referees to begin with.
Take the Caster Operators who had fallen behind earlier, for example. Now, they were casting all kinds of spells and curses, turning the track into a hazardous minefield of debuffs.
After all, the only rule stated that harming others was not allowed—it never said debuffing wasn't fair game, right?
Watching Kal'tsit's "low-altitude flight," Steven twitched the corner of his mouth but ultimately had to accept reality.
Seeing her make her move, Logos finally decided to act as well.
If he waited any longer, his chances of winning would genuinely be in jeopardy.
With a graceful motion, he reached down to his waist and pulled out a peculiar staff resembling a calligraphy brush.
Gently, he traced a few strokes onto his rolling chair.
In an instant, golden runes spread across the chair's surface.
It was as if he had just installed a rocket booster—the chair transformed into a golden blur and shot forward at an unbelievable speed.
If Kal'tsit was merely gliding over the ground, then Logos had just turned into Rhodes Island's very own Golden Flash.
This wasn't even a race anymore—this was teleportation!
"Mr. Steve, see you at the finish line."
Logos' voice still lingered in the air, but he had already vanished without a trace.
And so, at the starting line, only one person remained.
Steven. Alone.
Staring at the two competitors who had casually "turned on their hacks" and flown away without a word, Steven couldn't help but chuckle.
"So we're not even pretending anymore, huh? Just going all out?"
Well, if that's how they wanted to play… then they couldn't blame him for using a few of his own tricks.
Narrowing his eyes, Steven firmly gripped the rolling chair beneath him. A knowing smile crept across his lips—everything was under his control.
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Tn: That red-haired Sankta is Exusiai
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