Chapter Index

    race.

    The structure and shape of this track are too familiar to be considered a simple speed competition.

    [Brain Emperor. Have you ever played any games?]

    “No.”

    The Emperor, who was running on the track covered in lightning, shook his head lightly.

    [Then have you tried Mao Kart?]

    “…Well, I saw the tong pipe burning. Not directly, only with video materials.”

    [is it.]

    If I had tried it, I would have figured out this track right away.

    No matter how much we tried to keep children raised as heroes after the cataclysm away from games and comics, I thought it was wrong in many ways to prevent them from playing a racing game properly.

    [Let’s try it together when we get back later. For now, just focus on racing. It’s not just racing, it’s racing where you are checked based on your abilities.]

    “……!!”

    The Emperor of Thunder watches ahead.

    Among the Japanese people with special abilities who had already run a long way, one person with special abilities dressed like a ninja deliberately slowed down and began to narrow the distance.

    “Nice to meet you! I am a member of the Iga Ninja, a Byeok-rang (霹狼)! Who is faster, it’s Shobu–!”

    “…….”

    The Emperor ran forward, immediately overtaking the S-class hero who identified himself as Byukrang.

    Since I slowed down just to say a few words against the Emperor, who was already accelerating, I had no choice but to fall behind.

    “Ha, caught!”

    [It’s a trap.]

    I see something like a wire ahead.

    It was not just a simple wire, but a wire that seemed to have been made by spreading Managold very thinly.

    “You can’t avoid it! Kikigeek!”

    It is now spread out like a ‘spider web’, so it is natural that if you pass by it, your whole body will be broken into pieces by the spider web.

    Slow down, jump big, or destroy everything.

    [What are you going to do? If you stop, you will arrive late. There are some fast guys among my opponents.]

    I glanced over to the other side of the track.

    Among Japan’s heroes, one who is serious about racing is already running like a gale down the track.

    [I think it’s Hayabusa.]

    “…words that cannot be stopped or avoided.”

    The Emperor took a big step forward and ran straight towards the spider web wire that Byeolrang had spread.

    “Pass.”

    Passs.

    Just before touching the wire, the Emperor’s body sparkled with green electricity.

    “Huh?!”

    Anyone can see that it is a composition that runs head-on into the wire.

    Rather, Byeokrang behind him raised his voice in surprise.

    “Then porridge….”

    [Someone will die.]

    “!!”

    You may not have heard it, but you probably got goosebumps.

    Passs.

    Because the Emperor ‘passed’ the wire without a care in the world.

    “Mo, your body…?!”

    [Passing by.]

    Pass the first trap easily.

    Emperor Lei did not slow down, but instead started running forward faster, and I followed him on his back, scanning for enemy traps.

    [Just looking at the darkly laid traps reveals their tendencies. The floor is a trap.]

    A black shadow area spread out ahead.

    Most likely, as soon as you touch it, shadowy hands will pop out from below and try to grab your ankle.

    [This is A-level villain ‘Amyeong’. It was said that he became a hero when he was upgraded to S-class, and he did something like this here.]

    “I’ll get out of the way of that.”

    [No, jump through the air. If you want to get out of the way, just go up.]

    ” Senior Seolhee, like an overpass…!”

    Just before reaching the shadow area, Emperor Géau gathered electricity under his feet and took a big leap forward with both feet.

    Pa—-ang!

    Simply long jump over a shadow area that is tens of meters long.

    Surprised by the enormous leg strength, the shadow moves as if pulling the entire shadow area behind the track, stretches its hands out from below, and tries hard to grab the Emperor’s ankles.

    [Move the trap to the landing point in real time because you think it will fall? It’s pretty good.]

    “But…!”

    [okay. All you have to do is run one more time before you fall.]

    Puzzle!

    The Emperor of the Terrible, who was falling down like a parabola, brought down his lightning-covered foot in a big downward motion.

    Pa–ang!

    A method that hits the air directly rather than the shadow area.

    Then, I spray magical power from behind, pushing the Thunder Emperor upward from the back to the front.

    “!!”

    The Emperor was momentarily embarrassed and frowned, but there was someone who was even more embarrassed than him.

    “Uh, huh?!”

    A shadow pops out from the shadows and tries to reach out, but ends up only grasping at empty space.

    [Double jumping is a basic skill of an S-class hero.]

    The Emperor leaped into the air before he even touched the floor, and safely passed the second trap.

    “…over there.”

    The Emperor of Thunder runs and purses his lips curtly.

    “You can just push your back, why are you pushing your butt like that?”

    [Because the one with the prettiest angle was the butt?]

    “He said it was some kind of Yeomisae doing this.”

    [Just because a fitness trainer touches a female member does not mean that he or she decides to do so.]

    “What are you saying? I heard something…”

    Cracking.

    The Emperor returns to the track and runs all the way over the overpass.

    “I heard that 99% of male trainers who deal with pretty female members with good bodies have evil intentions toward them.”

    “Huh?!”

    Saeng. Overtake one person.

    “Am I wrong?”

    [You are aware that you are pretty. okay. An SS-level hero must have confidence.]

    “Thanks to someone, I realized that it is okay to live confidently like this.”

    While chatting, we keep overtaking and overtaking.

    “Ugh, hey! It’s too much! We have to stop it there!”

    “What? Before it was made yet, ugh!!”

    They may have tried to set up another trap in the middle of the track while setting up a trap in the front line to slow them down, but Noeje’s speed was fast enough to overtake them even while chatting.

    [It’s really quick. But if you say 99%, isn’t the remaining 1% men like me?]

    “No. It can’t be.”

    [then?]

    “Suspicious people who prefer receiving male members over female members?”

    [It cannot be ruled out that there is no possibility of that, so 1% is correct.]

    The case of that 1% is right there in front of you.

    “Come! Let me show you the power of sumo!”

    In the middle of the track, there is a man with his legs spread wide and his broad palms extended towards us.

    The man with his entire body exposed and wearing only a ‘fundoshi’ is-

    “Me, Fundoshi Man-”

    [It’s not worth dealing with.]

    “Sumanai-”

    The Emperor himself speaks Japanese as he passes the fundoshi man.

    Rather than just passing by, he jumps in front of the fundoshi man and steps on his shoulder, using it as a jumping off point to run further.

    “Wow?! This, cowardly…!”

    [In racing, it is more cowardly to get in the way. By the way, does this mean we’ve passed over all those who came from the dark side?]

    From Ambu.

    They are now registered as heroes, but until last year’s World Cup, they were active as villains or serving sentences in villain prisons.

    Those from the world of darkness mercilessly set up traps to block the Emperor’s path, but they all succeeded in getting past them.

    And in front there.

    As we head back into the stadium, we see heroes running forward faithfully and quickly.

    “Wooo–!!”

    A boy running with something like a huge purple mist swinging around his lower body.

    The fog was like the legs of a giant, moving forward by jumping several meters at a time.

    [Is it Susanoo? Mana can be used efficiently through partial realization.]

    “It’s not like it was just stagnant.”

    [okay. And that….]

    “Me too.”

    The Thunder Emperor scans the surroundings and concentrates magical energy on his entire body.

    [Should I fall for a moment?]

    “Yes. You can go first.”

    [Then, let’s win.]

    After falling from the thunderbolt, I ran down the track in a spirit form.

    And the Emperor slowly approached the LED guidance lights installed along the track line.

    Passs.

    In an instant, the body dispersed like protons, and soon the LED light flashed with the unique color of the Thunder Emperor’s magical power, and it began to fly forward at a rapid pace.

    Now, the speed at which electricity flows.

    The heroes, including Susanoo, are startled by the sight of it turning into electricity itself and stopping for a moment.

    The finish line was reached in an instant.

    The entrance to the stadium is now visible, and there is only one person blocking the Emperor’s path.

    “Profit…!”

    Hayabusa.

    She runs with the wind wrapped around her and runs forward with the momentum to destroy the track, but-

    Fazizik.

    The moment green lightning flashed next to Hayabusa.

    “Ah!”

    With Hayabusa’s sad cry, green lightning struck the final stage.

    Squeeze!

    One leg on your knee, one hand on the floor.

    And the direction is towards the entrance including ‘me’.

    [also.]

    “Whoo, whoo.”

    The Emperor got up with a light, deep breath and smiled as he looked at me, who had just passed the doorway and came closer.

    “I won.”

    [okay. That’s it. Originally, the overwhelming first place had to go backwards from the finish line.]

    “Yes?”

    [Because even a kart is a rider.]

    “……???”

    The Emperor tilted his head with an expression of incomprehension, and I patted her on the shoulder and checked the condition of my body.

    Nadeshiko is protecting him well, but she is still looking at the Emperor seriously with a tense face.

    [You shouldn’t relax. The game is not over yet.]

    “One more lap…?”

    [no. This is a pretty good result.]

    Wow!!

    The one who arrived in first place was Emperor Noe.

    In terms of racing, it’s like retiring everyone except Hayabusa and some heroes.

    Fight! Fight! Fight!!

    [You are inciting.]

    Seeing Hayabusa coming in as if in a dazed state, some of the audience began to scream wildly.

    [It’s a Royal Rumble disguised as racing. It was weak as expected.]

    “…Well. I didn’t come to see racing or anything like that, I originally came to see something like this.”

    The Emperor lightly waved his hand to the side and pointed his right hand forward towards Hyayabusa.

    “……!!”

    Hayabusa immediately got up from his seat, ran into the stadium in one step, and put one hand behind his neck.

    “Thunderbolt! I will defeat you and prove that I am SS level!!”

    [Oh my. What a spinal baldness. Even if the sword is drawn, does it come from there?]

    Hayabusa created a magic blade as if pulling out a sword from behind the back of the neck.

    [It won’t work. When pulling a sword from a human body, I need to tell you where it is most perfect.]

    After seeing something like that, I can’t stand it.

    [Thunder Emperor.]

    I whispered a spell into Kim Yun-ji’s ear.

    “…I’ll give it a try.”

    She took a stance right away.

    “Oh my, oh my.”

    One hand.

    “I wasn’t going to bring this up.”

    raised it above his chest.

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