My Dream Connects to 3000 Years in the Future

The reporters from every country were also in a state of disbelief, but at this moment, their professionalism took over. They scrambled to pull out their cameras and video recorders to document this historic moment as flashes went off one after another.

The quick-witted ones were already rushing over, hoping to get the first exclusive interview with Chu Bamboo...

The even smarter ones assessed the atmosphere and surmised they most likely wouldn’t be able to get close to Chu Bamboo. They started jogging away, ready to send the breaking news back to their agencies—best to secure the scoop first!

Finally.

The commentator finally snapped back to his senses. His silence for the past ten-odd seconds had already proven him an unqualified commentator, but no one cared about that right now...

Or perhaps, everyone understood...

In that instant, the commentator’s voice trembled with excitement.

"What a race! My God! The contestant from China, Chu Bamboo, has created a miracle! 19.18 seconds! A new world record is born! He has shown the entire world the limit of human speed!"

"Viewers... you can’t imagine how I’m feeling right now! God bless... I never imagined that I would witness a world miracle on our track!"

"This is a miracle of humanity! A hymn to mankind! Let us all congratulate contestant Chu Bamboo!"

The atmosphere at the scene grew even more frenzied.

Of course.

A panting White-headed Eagle athlete was staring intently at Chu Bamboo’s back, his eyes filled with jealousy, disbelief, and hatred.

Thoughts churned in his mind. He gritted his teeth, made a decision, and turned around. To his surprise, his coach wasn’t in the coaching area. It took him a while before he finally found him.

And then...

"Are you sure... he used performance-enhancing drugs?" The White-headed Eagle coach froze.

"I’m not sure... but he’s an East Asian! Besides performance-enhancing drugs, what other possibility is there?" the White-headed Eagle athlete said, as if it were obvious.

’Evidence? What evidence do I need? How could those East Asians possibly beat us, the White-headed Eagle People, without cheating?’

He said resentfully, "I just didn’t expect China’s doping technology to have become so advanced. The pre-race tests couldn’t detect anything at all!"

"That makes sense!" The White-headed Eagle coach nodded in agreement, then slapped the athlete across the face. "Idiot!!"

The White-headed Eagle coach laughed in anger. Seeing the track athlete he had trained still looking utterly confused, he cursed, "Don’t cause trouble for me! Don’t you dare make this kind of accusation to anyone else! Otherwise... you alone will bear the consequences!!"

If Chu Bamboo were just some ordinary East Asian athlete, the White-headed Eagle coach would have definitely gone on the attack.

But, despite having been berated by the coach from Gaul over Chu Bamboo before, the White-headed Eagle coach knew at least one thing—this Chu Bamboo was genuinely backed by domestic White-headed Eagle capital!

And big money, at that.

Just look at the worldwide promotional campaign for his song... anyone who wasn’t an idiot could figure it out!

’So, you want to go after big money?!’

’If you want to die, go do it yourself... Don’t drag me down with you! I have a wife and kids!!’

「And at the same time...」

「Inside the VIP room.」

The event organizer was bowing and scraping before James, speaking with fawning certainty.

"Rest assured, there will be absolutely no questions raised about Chu Bamboo’s results! Rest assured, we of the White-headed Eagle pride ourselves on being fair and just... Even if he is an East Asian, as long as he won, we will treat him as an equal! As for performance-enhancing drugs, or other substances, or cheating... it’s all nonsense... If anyone dares stir up public opinion on this, we will be the first to step up and vouch for Dr. Chu!"

James nodded slightly. He couldn’t be bothered to tell the organizer, who wore a look that said he understood everything, that Chu Bamboo actually hadn’t used any performance enhancers...

He coldly watched the organizer leave, then glanced over at Chu Bamboo. He rubbed his temples, gathered his thoughts, and then turned to Howard, who looked like his world had been turned upside down.

Howard was muttering to himself, "It makes no sense... Impossible... Could it really be... I still think he’s just one of the Golden Humans... He can’t be the Saint... How could the results from the Sacred Artifact be false... My God... Wait, if he is the Saint, that would actually explain it... Then what is he now... What was he before..."

"Next," James said, tilting his head up slightly, his voice filled with unshakeable conviction, "this young man should be coming to us for a showdown!"

"?" Howard stopped muttering and looked over, his eyes a mixture of confusion, shock, joy, and doubt...

"There’s only one way he could have evaded the Sacred Artifact’s inspection!" James’s words were firm, his gaze profound, as if he could already see the future. "He actually knows about us... He might even know some of the truth about the Golden Dawn... This is perfectly normal!"

James showed no shock or anger at the intelligence leak. "That Saintess from ancient Gaul, Joan of Arc, possessed this very same ability of Divine Revelation!"

"Under these circumstances, for him to still act so openly..." James paused briefly before concluding, "The only possibility is that he’s preparing to have a showdown with us!"

It was the only logical explanation!

’That would also explain why he wasn’t worried about offending me before... He must have used Divine Revelation to learn about my sexual orientation, and on top of that, he was certain he would become the Fool in the future, with a status and identity in no way inferior to my own... So!’