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    After being reborn into the world of horse girls, Dream Weaver had only planned to live an ordinary life. Yet, by some twist of fate, she found herself drawn into various scripted worlds, stepping onto the racetrack alongside many powerful horse girls.
    T.M. Opera O: 'You are the fated rival of the Conqueror!'
    Orfevre: 'A country bumpkin like you dares to stand before the glory of gold?!'
    Narita Brian: 'I will defeat you and claim my place on the highest stage!'
    Deep Impact: 'None shall stand before me—not even you!'
    After giving her all to overcome them in those scripted worlds and returning to reality, Dream Weaver couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.
    A flash of purple-and-gold cloak disappearing outside the training ground, a glimpse of golden hair around a corner, the sound of hurried breathing from behind the library shelves…
    'Just my imagination?'
    But whenever she turned around, there was nothing there.
    Little did she know, the moment she looked away—
    T.M. Opera O peeked out from behind a tree, her crown barely visible; Orfevre fumbled to put away her binoculars; Narita Brian’s coat got caught on a fire hydrant.
    In each other’s eyes, they saw the same comical panic, yet in the next instant, each reassumed their haughty expression.
    “If you’re just going to skulk around like some loser, then get off the stage! Only the victor deserves to stand by her side.”
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