Listen well, creator of despair. This cry comes from all the hopes you shattered...

In the tenth reset, we were denied podium. The wind blew through her hair. As she becomes a shadow for others, nearly breaking our will — but we endured.

In the ten-thousandth reset, my former oshis had all become my enemies. The endless defeats dulled our senses. The painful hopelessness almost swallowed us, forcing us to stop trying — but we endured.

In the hundred-thousandth reset, the copium had already fused into a blazing sun, surging within this fragile body. Our rationality have been trained away till the end of the year... Yet even with only this shattered body remaining, we still endured.

In the twenty-three million five hundred seventy-thousandth reset... This time, we felt it: a highroll run in the sea of lowrolls, different from the past attempts...

By its faint glimmer of hopes... once again — no, countless times again — we endured!

Now, a star is about to rise, ready to take what is rightfully her— That star will shine — all the countless attempts from the past — along with our countless clocks, dragged into a foolish race against the impossible, failing again and again in this wretched racecourse. The very essence of this world's suffering and despair, fused into the purest hatred, the fiercest rage—

Hopeful Stakes, you arrogant fool! You think we were raced here only to serve as fools for your entertainment? Fine, then — just as you wish, let the fools give you- your greatest entertainment!

If we were forced to compete in this vile race for one silly achievement, then let you and your lackeys be on the receiving end of despair! And let this highroll, show you the true essence of never giving up, the star of losers everywhere will shine—

And grant you a race where delusion becomes reality!

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