ログインThe crowd lining both sides of the track was already on its feet, craning for a better view. They gripped their signs as they shouted over the roar of the engines, the noise echoing throughout the entire circuit. Reporters packed the sidelines with cameras raised and lenses fixed on the starting line. Shutters clicked rapidly as flashes burst one after another, capturing the tense moments before the race began. At the finish line, the starter stood in the control tower with a bright red flag in hand. His sharp gaze swept across every car lined up in position. Over the radio, track marshals confirmed that each checkpoint was ready. Every detail had been checked, and all that remained was the signal to begin.Aria sat inside the cockpit. The enclosed space muted most of the noise outside, but the violent vibration of the engine still surged through the seat and steering wheel, resonating faintly with her steady heartbeat.Lowering her gaze, she brushed her fingers over the textured
The crowd jeered, their expressions filled with mockery. "That's right! What right do you have?"To them, Aria was nothing more than an outsider. It was ridiculous for her to be so arrogant.Aria suddenly let out a soft laugh upon hearing this. At first, it was quiet and laced with mockery. Then it grew louder. Her cold laughter echoed across the empty stretch of track, carrying an unsettling pressure.She slowly lifted her head. The faint amusement in her eyes faded away, leaving behind an unfathomable chill.She took a step forward. In an instant, her presence shifted completely. She did not release any spiritual energy, yet the elegant, lethal aura that emanated from the depths of her soul still made the so-called elite racers feel an inexplicable sense of dread. "What right do I have?" Aria repeated in an eerily calm voice. She swept her gaze across everyone's face before finally resting it on Octavian. A cold curve appeared on her lips. "I can crush all of you. Do you beli
Rafael's racing car that had been flying smoothly down the track suddenly lost control, its speed dropping in an instant.Gritting his teeth through the unbearable pain, he instinctively slammed on the brakes and wrenched the steering wheel. Drawing on years of elite racing experience, he forced the car back under control and brought it to a hard stop in the middle of the track, just a few feet from the finish line.The car screeched to a halt, its tires grinding against the asphalt with a piercing shriek as smoke curled up once again. The roaring stadium fell silent in an instant.Everyone froze, and the cheers and shouting stopped abruptly. Spectators in the stands stared in shock, while the staff, judges, and racers who hadn't yet crossed the line were left stunned. They stared at the silver-black car, which had stopped just short of the finish, unable to understand what had happened.Rafael slumped back in his seat, drenched in cold sweat. His racing suit clung tightly to his b
Rafael stood at the center of his private lounge doing his pre-race warmups. He wore a fitted black racing suit. The tailored cut emphasized his tall, lean build, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist shaped by years on the track. His arms and calves were defined with the kind of strength and control built for explosive performance.His short black hair was tied back simply, with a few loose strands falling over his forehead. Sweat had slightly dampened them, pressing them against his smooth skin. This only made his dark eyes, straight nose, and sharply defined lips stand out more.Unlike his usual arrogant, dominant presence on the track, Rafael felt completely different that day. The aura he gave off had changed drastically.The scandal that framed him for murder had felt like hell. It dragged him from the top of his career into public condemnation. He was met with doubt, slander, and rejection everywhere.Even after the truth came out and his name was cleared, the experience l
Warren and Titus wouldn't question or probe Aria or Landon. Instead, they kept their worries and hopes to themselves. They only protected Aria and Landon with unwavering acceptance. The Carver residence's gates slowly closed behind Aria and Landon. It shut out the gentle warmth of the courtyard sunlight, the lingering scent of sandalwood, along with Warren's and Titus' silent care and concern. Landon opened the rear car door, carefully shielding Aria's head as she got in. Once she was seated, he leaned in to close the door gently before getting into the car on the other side.The engine rumbled to life, low and steady. The black sedan pulled away from the narrow alley outside the Carver residence, merging into the flow of traffic and heading off into the distance.It was quiet inside the car. The faint rush of wind outside and the distant hum of passing traffic were muffled by the closed windows, fading into nothing more than background noise.The air conditioning inside the car
Aria came back to herself slowly. She turned her head to look at Landon, but even that small movement seemed to feel heavy and difficult. The cold resolve in her eyes had finally dulled just enough to let her vulnerability and pain bleed through. The rims of her eyes had gone red when her gaze found his. And when she saw the worry and the care on his face, the wall she'd been bracing for so long gave the faintest shudder. Her hands still hadn't stopped trembling. After a moment of silence, she drew in a long breath and shoved the tide of emotion back down. She forced herself to sound composed, but the tremble running through her words betrayed her anyway. With eyes full of determination and grief, she looked up and met Landon's gaze. As she spoke slowly, it sounded as if she was forcing all those words out. "The person we tried to look for in the Netherrealm and couldn't find any traces of him at all was my mentor from my past life." Her throat tightened on the word "mentor", a
Viktor was completely focused on Barron. Beyond the conditions he had previously outlined, his goal was clear—consume the Carver family and seize control of the Farshyan Chamber of Commerce.Viktor took his seat and commanded, "Bring young Mr. Carver here so that Mr. Carver Senior can see him."Wa
Leon furrowed his brow, confused. "Why would it be harder for us to deal with the doll just because it's been worshipped?""Guardian spirits are relics of the past," Aria said, her tone indifferent. "A doll steeped in offerings and prayers is bound to become difficult."She continued, her tone steady.
A tall figure emerged from the blood mist, standing unaffected by the malevolent spirits that swirled around him.The spirits couldn't even approach him; they recoiled as if repelled by an invisible force. It wasn't due to any protective charm—his very presence instilled fear in all souls.Aria's fuzz
Owen's hatred simmered, but he couldn't confront them. His dignity was at stake.Mindy grew anxious. "Dad, you should make amends with Mom. I doubt she'd really go through with a divorce.""She can do whatever she wants!" Owen snapped, loosening his tie as sweat beaded on his forehead and his fists cl







