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New entry: J. MERCER. RANK 11

last update 公開日: 2026-06-24 14:31:17

She didn't see Mercer or Cross at the next three races.

Their names didn't appear in any registration list. No system notifications. No sightings in paddocks or qualifying sessions. They had arrived at the Kellner Sprint from nowhere and after the Delford they returned to nowhere with the same efficiency, leaving behind two results in the official record and nothing else that could be pointed to or examined.

Alina checked the registration lists before each race now.

Habit. She didn't make a pro
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  • Reincarnated into a sabotaged racing loser    New entry: J. MERCER. RANK 11

    She didn't see Mercer or Cross at the next three races.Their names didn't appear in any registration list. No system notifications. No sightings in paddocks or qualifying sessions. They had arrived at the Kellner Sprint from nowhere and after the Delford they returned to nowhere with the same efficiency, leaving behind two results in the official record and nothing else that could be pointed to or examined.Alina checked the registration lists before each race now.Habit. She didn't make a production of it. Just a quiet scan of the field as part of her standard preparation, the same way she checked surface conditions and elevation profiles and corner angles. Another variable to account for.They weren't there.She raced without them.Race eleven was the Mortsen Circuit, a technical layout in the hills north of the city that rewarded the kind of driving she had built her approach around. She won it by a margin that surprised even her, moving through the field with a fluency that felt

  • Reincarnated into a sabotaged racing loser    Rank 18

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    The wheel locked.Just for a secondBut at this speedThat second was death.The car veered.Violently.The rear slid out, tires screaming as control slipped from her grip.“shit!” Voices exploded over the comms“She’s losing it!”“She’s done!”Alina’s vision sharpened. She wasn’t panicking. She ne

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