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Black Apex
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2026-04-30 17:54:24The city changed at night.
Lights dimmed.
Rules disappeared.
Engines came alive.
Alina followed the coordinates without hesitation, her steps steady despite the dull pain in her ankle. The deeper she went, the louder it became
Revving engines.
Laughter.
Shouting.
A different world.
When she stepped into the underground lot, she stopped.
Cars.
Rows of them.
Modified. Aggressive. Built for speed—not legality.
People leaned against them, watching, judging, sizing each other up.
This wasn’t a place for beginners.
This was where people came to win, or crash.
Alina exhaled slowly.
“So this is Black Apex.”
[System Notice: Location confirmed.]
Her gaze shifted
Then locked.
There it was.
A dark, low-built car, parked slightly apart from the rest.
Unregistered.
Waiting.
Like it knew she was coming.
A faint smile touched her lips.
“Mine for tonight.”
“Hey.”
A voice cut through the noise.
Alina turned.
A tall guy stepped forward, arms crossed, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked her up and down.
Suspicion.
Disbelief.
“You’re lost.”
Alina said nothing.
He glanced at the car behind her, then back at her.
“Don’t tell me that’s yours.”
Silence.
Then
“It is.”
The laughter came instantly.
Not just from him.
From others nearby.
“She’s joking, right?”
“No way.”
“She can’t even handle that engine.”
The guy shook his head, almost amused.
“Listen,” he said, stepping closer, voice dropping slightly, “this isn’t some beginner track. If you get in there, you don’t get a second chance.”
Alina met his gaze evenly.
“I don’t need one.”
A pause.
That answer sounded insane but unexpected.
The laughter died down slightly.
Not gone.
But weaker.
The guy studied her more carefully now.
“You registered?”
Alina didn’t blink.
“Not yet.”
He let out a short laugh.
“Then you’re already disqualified.”
[System Alert: Registration required.]
Alina’s eyes flickered slightly.
“How?”
The guy raised a brow. “You serious?”
A beat.
Then he jerked his head toward a makeshift booth at the far end.
“Entry f*e. Name. Car.”
Simple.
Not easy.
Alina nodded once. “Thanks.”
He watched her walk off, confusion flickering across his face. “Weird.”
The booth was nothing more than a table, a light, and a bored-looking man with a tablet.
He didn’t even look up.
“Name.”
Alina paused.
Just for a second.
Then
“Alina Crosswell.”
That got his attention.
His head snapped up. “Crosswell?”
A shift.
Subtle.
But real.
He looked at her again. Properly this time. Then smirked. “…Didn’t expect someone like you here.”
Alina didn’t react.
“Register me.”
He tapped the tablet slowly.
Deliberately.
“Entry f*e’s not cheap.”
[System Prompt: Use points?]
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
“…No.”
She reached into her pocket.
Empty.
“Of course.” She whispered
A pause.
Then, she pulled off the thin bracelet on her wrist and dropped it on the table. “Use that.”
The man glanced at it. His brows lifted slightly. “That covers it.”
Of course it did.
Rich girl.
Even now.
He typed her in. “Car?”
Alina didn’t hesitate.
“Black unit. No registration.”
He smirked again.
“You’ve got guts.” he typed in her details. “You’re in.”
Back at the car, the atmosphere had shifted.
Eyes followed her now.
Not laughing.
Not openly.
But watching.
The guy from earlier leaned off his car, arms still crossed.
“You actually signed up.”
Alina opened the driver’s door. “It wasn't hard.”
He let out a short breath. “You don’t look scared.”
She paused. Then glanced at him. “Should I be?”
He didn’t answer immediately.
He stared at her with an unreadable expression “…Yeah.”
A faint smile touched her lips. “Too late. I already signed up”
She slid into the seat.
The moment her hands touched the wheel
Everything changed.
Familiar.
Natural.
Like nothing had been lost.
Her fingers tightened slightly.
“…Good.”
[System Notice: Driving sync —stabilizing.]
The engine roared to life.
Low.
Powerful.
Alive.
Outside
Engines began revving in response.
One by one.
Competitors lining up.
Tension rising.
The air thickened.
“Racers!” A voice echoed across the lot. “All qualifiers line up!”
Cars began moving, sliding into position.
Alina pulled forward slowly.
Steady.
Controlled.
No hesitation.
She took her place.
At the back.
Of course.
Unproven.
Unknown.
Perfect.
Engines screamed around her.
Aggressive.
Demanding.
Challenging.
The guy from earlier pulled up beside her.
He glanced over once.
“…Try not to die.”
Alina didn’t look back.
“…Focus on yourself.”
Then
He laughed.
Short.
Sharp.
“…You’re interesting.”
Ahead
The starting line.
Rough.
Illegal.
Unforgiving.
A girl stepped forward, raising her hand.
Silence fell.
Engines growled low.
Waiting.
Hungry.
Alina’s grip tightened on the wheel.
Her eyes sharpened.
Everything else faded.
Pain.
Noise.
Doubt.
Gone.
[System Notice: Task in progress.]
[Condition: Participate and survive.]
Her lips curved slightly.
Not nervous.
Not uncertain.
But ready.
“Let’s see...” Her voice was quiet. “what this body can do.”
The hand dropped.
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The door closed behind her.Silence settled in the room, but it didn’t calm anything.Alina leaned slightly against the wall, her body still aching from the fall. Her ankle throbbed, her shoulder stiff, but her mind was sharp. Too sharp.“…System.”[Points Available: 50]“Not now.” She cuts it off.
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