After activating "Imagined Physique," Laplace could completely ignore the shift in her center of gravity caused by the large tail.
Without any hesitation, Laplace gathered strength beneath her feet and swiftly charged up to the cableway highland, not forgetting to press the button on the timer midway.
Tick-tock, tick-tock—
The thirty-second countdown sounded by Laplace's ears, its jumping hands serving as a warning.
The ticking by her ears did not affect Laplace. She leaped onto the cableway, leaned her entire body forward, and with a push from her two fluffy, slender legs, shot forth like an arrow.
Her legs switched so quickly they nearly left afterimages.
From Angel's perspective, she had dashed into the clouds in just a second.
Laplace seemed to be leaping through the clouds, her body exceptionally light and fluid. At least from the waist up, there was no sign that she was speeding along.
Five seconds.
It took her only five seconds to vault onto the summit of another peak in a fleeting blur of light and shadow.
She still had a full twenty-five seconds to spare! It was clear just how outrageous the boost Imagined Physique gave Laplace.
The instant Laplace came to a stop, waves of cheers rose from beyond the clouds.
Without question, they should have been the audience's cheers.
Yet their cheering did not seem particularly loud. Angel mused inwardly, Was Laplace simply too fast for them to react in time?
"Oh, look at our Silver Fox Challenger—what a clean and decisive completion. Light and swift in posture, truly like a silver flash that stirs the heartstrings." The host's voice sounded as well.
Yet after he finished speaking, there was not much applause. Only a sparse smattering of claps answered him.
Perhaps noticing the atmosphere cooling, the host began changing the subject,