The Racer’s Downfall
The day before the race, I burned my car and announced my withdrawal.
Overnight, my fanbase collapsed. Supporters unfollowed in droves, and casual fans turned on me just as viciously.
Jasper, the man who had always treated me as his only real rival, put on a show of false concern.
“Without him, the race feels too lonely. No matter what, I still hope he’ll return to the track and face me properly.”
I sneered.
In my previous life, the racecar I had painstakingly modified ended up identical to his.
No matter how many videos I released of full recordings of every step I personally took, all Jasper had to do was tearfully tell his fans, “Then let Finn use it. He needs it more than I do. I’ll win on my own strength.”
And just like that, I became the shameless thief in everyone’s eyes.
Later, the moment I started my car, the components inside exploded, and I was left in a vegetative state.
His fans called it karma.
Even on the day my fiancée pulled out my oxygen tube and watched me die, I still couldn’t understand.
Why had everything that belonged to me—my career, my girlfriend—all become Jasper’s?
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the race schedule was first announced.