The light of the 24th floor faded. My feet touched soft grass. The air was fresh and smelled of clover. It was a pleasant change from the metallic stench of the vault. I looked around. I stood at the beginning of a dirt track. It was wide enough for ten carriages.
A system window opened.
『Floor 25: The Tortoise and the Chrono-Hare』
『Main Scenario: Win the Great Race』
『Objective: Reach the finish line before the Beast of Alacrity.』
『Warning: Velocity is the key to victory and defeat.』
I looked toward the horizon. I saw a white line far away. It was several kilometers distant. Next to me, a pedestal stood. On top of it sat a small, stone statue of a tortoise. It looked useless.
A race. I hated races. They were the simplest form of amusement for the Constellations. They liked to watch things move fast and crash.
