Accompanied by the referee’s signal and the excited screams of the onlookers, each wheelchair driver raced forward, and Ethan’s heart was greatly shocked.
At this moment, he felt like an Evil God.
This transcends Old Ba’s avant-garde artistic style; only an Evil God could create such an abstract scene.
Ethan found it hard to imagine how people in this world would look back and evaluate this groundbreaking first racing event in the years to come.
But for now, at least, the people of the Imperial Capital were immersed in it. They came out of their homes and onto the streets, including many well-known figures, standing along with commoners from various strata, blending in. When the scroll of the Fireball Skill, used as a signal, soared into the sky, they all shared only one common identity — racing enthusiasts.
In their interest and discussions about racing, everyone was equal.
Ethan observed that it seemed he was the only one who felt the wheelchair race was filled with abstract meaning. Even Lindong and Ave were immersed in the lively atmosphere of the event, while Uerta was so excited that he raised his right hand, spontaneously showing the gesture of a rock youth, with the tentacles on his mouth flaring up.
Even more excited than Uerta was the Little Octopus, which jumped onto Uerta’s head.
Could it be that the Octopus Race is naturally fond of tense and thrilling sports events?
No, to be precise, it wasn’t just the Little Octopus; Ethan felt a strong magic power being infused into its body.
At this moment, Old An was watching here.
And looking quite excited.
This Old God, who had been sealed in a deep valley for centuries by humans, was once again deeply intrigued by humanity.
Or rather, His interest in humanity had never changed; it was just previously suppressed by anger and hatred. After Ethan’s psychological counseling, the negative emotions dissipated significantly, and the original feelings naturally emerged again.
Such complex, even somewhat twisted emotions.
"This is what makes humans interesting."
Old An was commenting on the Imperial Capital’s wheelchair race, "As long as you give them a reference, they will create similar things in ways you wouldn’t expect."
This was a spectacle He had never seen even in the Western Continent.
It was rare to witness such a thrilling event; it justified His long journey to the Empire.
While on the "Emperor’s Sword," Ethan and Old An had discussed such issues.
The "Master of Tides" believed by the Western Continent’s people was actually Old An. He bestowed knowledge and inspiration to human warriors. Ethan had to admit that in guiding human technological civilization, Old An was an experienced veteran with much he could learn from.
Old An criticized his past ideology, arguing that Ethan’s interference with humanity was excessive, which greatly limited human creativity. If it were Him, He would simply place finished products like telephones, electromagnetic crossbows, and electric wheelchairs in front of humans, and they would invent and create with their own knowledge systems. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
He believed Ethan should never have appeared at the Artisan Association or participated in technical discussions.
And now, the facts proved Old An’s perspective right.
The craftsmen of the Imperial Capital, after studying Rowena’s electric wheelchair, created the first electric vehicle in human history and even initiated racing events in the Imperial Capital.
If we set aside the overly abstract imagery, this event was quite properly organized.
There were detailed rules, professional referees, and substantial prizes.
It also significantly propelled the development of the electric wheelchair and automobile fields. Anyone could sign up for this race, making it the first true celebration open to the general public in the history of the Empire — whether hand-cranked, electric, or steam technology, as long as the wheelchair met the entry requirements, one could become a registered participant of the event.
Since this rule was enacted, the electric wheelchair models in the Empire have been rapidly updated, even launching the "Light Wheel" series based on Rowena’s "prototype."
Before long, Ethan noticed another peculiar phenomenon.
The Wind Elements were gathering here on a large scale.
He narrowed his eyes, sharply capturing this detail.
Could it be that the Wind Elemental Elves enjoy the sensation of speeding?
The race wasn’t particularly long; after all, it was the early stages of organization, and twenty minutes was enough for all participants to reach the finish line.
Once again, Lady Rowena won the championship, far ahead of second place. In just one month’s time, the people of the Imperial Capital began discussing topics like "the highest mountain and the longest river."
Rowena simultaneously held these two records, hinting at a trend towards becoming the Goat of the racing world.
Listening to the heated discussions, Ethan felt that in competitive events, the discussion atmosphere was astonishingly similar among people from different worlds.
On the podium, Rowena kept a stern face, looking somewhat unfamiliar.
"This is Rowena’s ’business’ form."
As an old partner, Lindong whispered in Ethan’s ear, "This leaves a reliable impression on employers or buyers."
A new hero has emerged!
Version T0, Money-making Rowena.
Ethan carefully observed the Great Mage on the podium, as stern as a Valkyrie, and had to admit that this girl had the looks, the figure, and the temperament. But once you get to know her, her "comedic character" trait would obscure all her strengths like a meme virus.