As expected, yet still surprising, Harrison Clark won the championship in short-distance sprinting and once again broke the historical record by a significant margin.
After his performance, the referees had already prepared the statistics from his previous two competitions.
He was far ahead of the combined scores of the second place, leaving no chance for others to catch up.
The atmosphere at the Black Bear Training Base was naturally jubilant, but Harrison seemed unaffected, his face calm.
Anyway, they would all die in a year, with less than a year left for the entire civilization. What would it matter if he left a historical record?
He didn't feel particularly desperate or sad about it. After all, he had already died three times and was becoming numb to the ups and downs of emotions this entails.
Still, the enthusiastic crowd came to congratulate him, so he decided to show some response by waving his hand and giving a perfunctory smile.
