"Say, when your training fails in the game, don't you also start being more careful during your everyday training so you won't fail there?"
[Sakura Woof-Woof King]: Well... that's true.
[Motherly Demon]: Yes, I remember some people didn't even dare to cut across carelessly during training.
[Faded First Heroine]: We also started thinking carefully about how to manage our stamina during training.
"Exactly. And making the game difficult also keeps Uma Musume from getting addicted. Everything, absolutely everything, was done by the Three Goddesses for your own good. That's why starting over is allowed, too. But once you've done all that in the game, don't do it in real life."
Zhou Yuang kept talking, forcibly spinning every aspect of what had originally been Cygames copying Konami's baseball game into something the Three Goddesses had done for the Uma Musume's benefit.
Even Zhou Yuang himself was starting to believe it.
Watching the Uma Musume who believed Zhou Yuang in the livestream chat, Teio pressed a hand to her chest beside him and looked relieved.
"Hey, bro, you really could talk a dead man back to life."
Seeing that Zhou Yuang had soothed all those Uma Musume, Sunday Silence reached out and patted his shoulder.
"Of course!"
Zhou Yuang planted a hand on his hip, looking pleased.
His professional skills hadn't come from nowhere.
"So when are you going to talk me back to life?"
The deceased Sunday Silence looked at Zhou Yuang with his bright red eyes, smiling.
"Once I bring White McQueen back to life, I'll take your case."
"Huh? You're playing favorites!"
"She's my wife. You're a bro at best."
"Fuck! Brothers are like your limbs, wives are like your clothes!"
"There are plenty of people without hands, but how many people do you see walking around outside without