เข้าสู่ระบบAll the racers stood with their heads lowered in shame and embarrassment. Their earlier arrogance was completely gone, leaving behind only the humiliation of defeat. The racers wished they could disappear beneath the crowd's mocking, contemptuous stares. Not a single one of them spoke. They quietly tended to their race cars, not even daring to look up and meet Aria's eyes. They had gone to great lengths and used every underhanded tactic they could think of to bring Aria down. In the end, it all ended in crushing defeat. They not only lost the race but also their dignity as competitors. They had become the laughingstock of the entire event.On the podium, Aria stood at the very top, holding the heavy championship trophy in her hands. A gold medal hung around her neck. All eyes were fixed on her, and the cheers never stopped. She looked out over the crowd below. Her expression was calm, yet she carried a commanding presence. The defeated racers beneath the podium never once lifted
The shouts from the audience abruptly fell silent. Everyone clenched their fists, their breaths caught in their throats. The reporters locked their cameras onto the two cars, clicking their shutters furiously, afraid to miss a single second of the heart-stopping duel.Landon stood in the viewing area with his eyes fixed on Aria's car. His expression remained calm, almost indifferent, as though he had already anticipated the outcome.At the critical moment, Aria's focus sharpened completely. She saw through Hadrian's malicious intentions and heard the sharp screech of tires behind her. She didn't hesitate for even a fraction of a second.Her right hand kept the steering wheel steady while her left instantly activated the half nitrous boost. She released only half the power—enough to maintain speed while still allowing for a rapid directional change.At the same time, her right foot precisely controlled the throttle while her left lightly tapped the brake before releasing it immedi
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
In that moment, Cormac couldn't afford to care about pride or appearances. His survival depended on severing all ties, especially with a traitor."I don't have a daughter like you!" he snapped, slapping Aliya again. "Do you even realize what you've done? Trafficking human organs—do you think that's
Lucas gave Amos a sidelong glance. "In that case, let's do as Mr. Lune suggested—punish everyone involved."Announce to the public that Oakvale Academy will be used as a test case. We'll be conducting surprise inspections in all middle and high schools."As for why Mr. Kelsey encountered two compl
When Pedro heard that it was the Special Missions Unit, his forehead was covered in sweat immediately. Even his mind had gone blank. At that moment, all he could think about was how doomed they were!Others might not have heard of the unit before. However, as a state official, there was no way Pedr
The group dared to be reckless as Amos was Ludwiten's lieutenant governor. They were peas in a pod and did corruption together.However, they didn't know that their support had already collapsed. Aria was not in a rush to capture Amos' lackeys as her target was in the state government. She didn't







