The Racer’s Downfall

“The fiftieth test run, and we’re still in first place!”

Grayson excitedly slapped my back, and I staggered forward.

Wait, I wasn’t a vegetable who couldn’t move…

I had been reborn!

“This is what you deserve!” Grayson laughed, thinking I was happy about the car’s performance. He urged me to hurry up and prepare for tomorrow’s race.

“Wait!” I suddenly called out, stopping him. “Don’t submit the car data yet. Let me take another look.”

As I ran toward the garage, I pulled up the data Jasper had released earlier.

Every parameter was completely different from my current car. That was why I hadn’t noticed anything wrong in my previous life.

However, just as I reached my racecar, the webpage refreshed.

“Finn! What’s going on?! Jasper updated his data. It’s exactly the same as ours!”

Grayson rushed over, his face dark. He immediately tried to make a call to complain about Jasper.

My expression sank, but I raised a hand to stop him. “Data submission doesn’t close until midnight. There’s no rush.”

In my previous life, Jasper had seemingly uploaded two identical sets of data and used that to rally his fans against me.

All because of this one minute.

I hurriedly posted proof of the modifications I had personally done, only for his fans to mock me.

[Technology is really advanced now. Even videos can be faked.]

[Everyone knows top racers compete with tuning skills. Why don’t you just steal Jasper himself and have him drive for you?]

[Jasper is risking his entire future for this honor, and you’re using power to suppress him. Is there no justice?]

My entire team was dragged into it as well. When they went out, they were pelted with rotten eggs, so some didn’t even dare go home.

With no other choice, I tried to make them believe through my skills.

However, the moment the car started, it exploded on the spot!

Across the entire track, only Jasper was unaffected. He smoothly took the championship and enjoyed all the glory.

As for my car, even after professional researchers examined it over and over, they couldn’t find any cause that could have triggered the explosion.

That only led to Jasper’s fans claiming I had done something shameful and suffered divine punishment.

They said I deserved it.

Even after I fell into a vegetative state in a hospital bed, I endured inhumane abuse every day.

I couldn’t even cry for help and could only pray that someone kind would give me a quick end.

Then my parents were cyber-bullied into depression and jumped to their deaths.

My fiancée, Myra, stood beside Jasper. Pretending to be a fan, she pulled out my oxygen tube and later told the public that I, in a vegetative state, had committed suicide.

I died wronged.

Now that fate has given me another chance, I will make the truly guilty pay the price!