Chapter 209: The Unexpected Winner
Chapter 209: The Unexpected Winner
Unlike the others, Steven didn't possess any absurd abilities, but there was one thing he was absolutely certain of—when it came to raw strength and speed, no one on Rhodes Island could even hold a candle to him.
As the saying goes, brute force creates miracles, and he had always firmly believed in this principle.
If anyone thought they could easily beat him, they were gravely mistaken.
Seated lightly on his rolling chair, Steven suddenly tensed his legs. The moment he unleashed his full strength, he shot forward like a cannonball.
No, comparing him to a cannonball would actually be underestimating him. Even when artillery is fired, it doesn't usually cause the reinforced steel deck of Rhodes Island's platform to buckle under the sheer force of impact.
The sheer power of his launch generated a violent gust of wind, and the competitors he passed couldn't even catch a glimpse of his figure before they were sent flying by the resulting shockwave.
If everyone else was racing for speed, then Steven… looked like he was here to tear the place apart.
Closure, upon witnessing this absurd scene, was left utterly dumbfounded. Her eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, she looked like she was about to pass out from sheer disbelief.
After all, he was literally damaging the deck of Rhodes Island!
The cost of repairing this mess—was that going to be her responsibility as one of the event organizers?
If that were the case, even if she emptied her personal savings, she'd never be able to cover it!
Fortunately, she at least knew that Steven was both wealthy and somewhat responsible.
Since the destruction he caused was all on him, he'd probably be the one to foot the bill.
That meant she could just… not think about it too much.
Steven was moving so fast that it couldn't even be called "chair-sliding" anymore. It was more like he had turned himself—and his chair—into a one-man suicide charge.
No one knew exactly how he generated such an insane amount of force, but the effects were undeniable—anyone in his path was inevitably caught up in the raging winds he produced and sent tumbling to the sidelines.
"Is this guy even human!?"
Gavial, who had just barely turned her head for a quick glance, was completely frozen in shock.
Was Steven trying to compete for first place, or was he just here to destroy the entire race?
After witnessing this absurd spectacle, Gavial immediately abandoned the idea of using her tail as a secret acceleration technique—there was no point anymore. The way Steven was going, he wasn't competing against anyone; he was outright obliterating the race itself!
And sure enough, the moment Steven's shockwave passed her, even though Gavial had done her best to stabilize herself, she was still inevitably blown off her chair and sent flying through the air.
Even Skadi, the Abyssal Hunter who was supposed to be able to control the tides, found herself struggling to stay upright. After a few desperate attempts to maintain her balance, she too was flung off-course, just like Gavial.
The entire track had been swept clean as if a hurricane had just torn through it.
In the blink of an eye, only three contestants remained: Steven, Kal'tsit, and Logos.
But Steven had no intention of slowing down.
Instead, he pushed off the ground once more with even greater force, leaving yet another crater in the steel deck.
At the same time, the resulting shockwave surged forward—completely engulfing Kal'tsit in its wake.
Kal'tsit had been comfortably holding onto second place with Mon3tr's support, casually contemplating whether she should negotiate with Logos up front to let her take first place.
That was when she finally noticed the boy behind her, charging forward like some kind of high-speed desk-cleaning robot.
Her mouth twitched involuntarily.
She had never expected this.
This was beyond ridiculous.
Of course, her reaction paled in comparison to Mon3tr's.
The monstrous, terrifying creature that had always been her loyal companion suddenly froze the moment it sensed Steven's presence—like a rabbit cornered by a predator. It practically shrunk into a timid pet, even stopping its movements entirely.
"Don't be afraid. He has no reason to attack us," Kal'tsit murmured, attempting to soothe her clearly traumatized partner.
She didn't want to imagine what Steven could have possibly done in the past to scare Mon3tr of all things.
But this was still a race.
He shouldn't, probably, maybe, hopefully—not harm her… right?
Technically, Steven wasn't breaking any rules.
If Kal'tsit happened to be blown away—not by him, but by the air—then that wasn't really his fault, was it?
Steven quickly caught up to Kal'tsit, but instead of simply blasting her away with his shockwave, he started circling her.
His body turned into a blur, and the violent winds generated by his rapid rotation quickly pulled Kal'tsit into the vortex.
Before she even realized it, she was airborne.
Mon3tr, still clinging to her like a frightened pet, refused to move. But the updraft holding them in the air? It vanished in an instant.
With a sigh of resignation, Kal'tsit accepted her fate and let herself fall.
Her only action was pressing down on her skirt to prevent an unfortunate wardrobe 'malfunction'.
A loud crash echoed through the arena as her chair shattered upon impact.
Though Kal'tsit herself was unharmed, she was now covered in dust and looking far less composed than before.
No chair.
No chair meant no race.
That meant she was officially out.
She could only acknowledge the reality—Steven was petty.
Crossing him carried risks, and this… was the price of her earlier actions.
With Kal'tsit eliminated, only two racers remained: Steven and Logos, who was still leading up front.
The finish line was right ahead.
At this point, it was obvious—one of them would be crowned the champion.
And then, completely unexpectedly, at the final stretch of the race—
Logos stopped.
Not just slowed down—he came to a full stop, even stepping off his chair entirely.
"I forfeit."
His movements remained as graceful as ever, but there was a distinct hint of resignation in his voice.
"…Huh?"
Steven, caught off guard, halted his acceleration, blinking in confusion.
This was… not what he had anticipated.
"So, as I said, I forfeit. At the very least, I won't end up as miserable as the others, will I?"
Logos' strength was undeniable, but precisely because of that, he understood just how terrifying Steven's sheer power was.
After doing some quick calculations in his head, he concluded that competing against Steven would be an unnecessary waste of effort.
And so, he made the most efficient and practical choice—
He quit.
It wasn't like he cared about the prizes anyway.
Besides, forfeiting meant he wouldn't get blown away like the others.
"Uh… I guess I didn't control my strength very well."
Steven scratched his head helplessly.
This was just how it was when he went full speed—things tended to get messy.
Turning around, he finally noticed what had happened.
The hundred or so other participants had been completely blown away by the shockwave from his sprint.
Awkwardly, he forced a smile.
He had only meant to target Kal'tsit… but he had gotten a bit carried away.
And now, somehow, he had ended up playing the role of a high-powered cleaning machine.
Everyone else had been eliminated.
His last remaining opponent had forfeited.
Did that mean he won?
—Somehow, this victory didn't feel all that honorable.
Steven hesitated, rubbing his chin. But before he could figure out what to do, something unexpected happened.
A sharp creak sounded beneath him.
The chair under his body let out a sorrowful groan, and before he could react, it collapsed into a heap of scrap metal.
To be fair, it was just a regular office chair. Even if it had been specially reinforced, there was no way it could have survived the abuse he had put it through.
It was meant to be a racing chair.
Steven had driven it like a dump truck.
It never stood a chance.
Now, under the eyes of the entire audience, the last remaining chair on the track had been destroyed.
That was it.
No one was left in the race.
Which meant…
Did they have to restart the entire thing?!
Even Steven was at a loss, awkwardly scratching his face.
He had single-handedly caused this situation.
And just as the whole stadium fell into awkward silence—
From the starting line, a small figure slowly slid forward on a chair.
The moment people saw her petite frame and the adorable rabbit ears on her head, nearly everyone in the audience instantly recognized her.
The sole survivor of the race.
Rhodes Island's nominal leader—Amiya.
Even Amiya herself had no idea what had just happened.
She had simply left to use the restroom because she wasn't feeling well.
But when she came back…
Why was the track completely empty?
Assuming that everyone else had already reached the finish line, Amiya simply thought, Well, since I'm here, I might as well finish the race!
And so, clumsily yet determinedly, she began to push herself forward.
Her movements were awkward, yet undeniably adorable.
But more importantly, the genuine joy radiating from her face was something that everyone in the stadium wanted to see.
Before long, cheers erupted throughout the track.
"Go, Bunny! Go, Amiya!"
"You can do it!"
Even the eliminated racers—those who had been blown away by Steven—joined in, cheering her on.
After all, this race was never about winning.
No one had really cared about the results.
—Except for maybe Kal'tsit.
And so, amidst the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd, Amiya slowly but surely slid past the finish line.
And thus, she was the first and the only person to officially complete the race.
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