The Legendary Mechanic Novel Full の小説・ストーリー

______ Episode 42 – The Mechanic The garage smelled of gasoline, sweat, and rust, a perfume Violet found more intoxicating than anything bottled in Paris. It was her kingdom, a concrete floor stained with decades of oil spills, lit by the harsh fluorescent glow that turned everything into stark contrasts of shadow and light. And in the center of her kingdom, under the hood of a snarling, half-rebuilt ’67 Mustang, was Hudson.

I ordered the driver, my words measured. He bowed in accordance, turning the wheels over, driving me home. Daniel Alexander had toyed with fire, I had been too quiet for long, all that ends today. I got out of the car, while the driver was still jumping off and heading into the house. The maids seeing the fury in my eyes all flying in different directions. I went straight to the library, bringing out the safe that was hidden inside the wall. I typed the passcode, the wall cracked open, the safe before me.

I said plainly, stating the faults caused by the race. “Okay, Sir!” The mechanic replied. He signalled his co-worker. The co-worker nodded and ran towards the other route. He returned shortly, sitting behind the wheel of a tow truck. I watched as the mechanic attached the winch to the car’s axle. He gave the driver a thumb up as a signal to start driving. “So, ready to celebrate? 156th win so far.” Jasper said enthusiastically. Hm! I slid my hand to my pocket and got a pack of cigarettes. I took out a stick and discarded the rest in my pocket. I lit it with a lighter.

Ethan glanced at his phone, looking at it as if it didn’t belong to him. Fifty billion dollars. He didn’t know if the number meant anything anymore. It felt too big to be real considering the life he had led until now. A life of humiliation. A life of silence. “This must be some kind of a prank.” He murmured. But even as he said it, he looked down at the scar on his arm. It felt heavy, real and uncomfortable. A car engine suddenly cut through the air. He looked up. A black sedan was parked near the end of the street. His phone vibrated again. Unknown number. But he already knew who it was. He picked up. “Victor”, he inquired.

“That’s what the warriors saw?” “It is….” As the anger grew, his eyebrow raised up. “There weren’t reports of those machines.” Piercy showed me a particular one that made my skin crawl. “This is used to keep the woman open for multiple men. Tell me that didn’t happen to you?”

The thick, viscous silver liquid sealed inside the chamber looked dense and heavy, shimmering like liquid moonlight trapped in glass. "Roll up your sleeve, girl," the old man commanded. His deep voice carried no trace of pity, but it lacked any sense of malice either. He wasn't a savior or a villain; he was simply a clinical mechanic fixing a severely broken machine. "Your father always swore to me that you were the strongest structural piece of this entire puzzle. Let us see if he was right about your code."

The machine collapsed into the mud, its gears hissing as the black fluid leaked into the snow. But there were eleven more. I fell back toward the longhouse, my gray-stained palm burning as the "Thirteenth resonance" tried to surface one last time. I looked at the stranger’s book, open on the ledger-table. The third page was blank, waiting for a line that could justify the blood that was currently spilling onto our first harvest. "Sara!" Xander screamed, his voice swallowed by the roar of the mechanical line as two of the iron giants pinned his arms against the barricade, their shears hovering inches from the charcoal heart on his chest.

Leaning my head onto my fist while sitting on a creaky plastic chair, I was thinking about granting him all the money he was asking for out of necessity before coming back for him during the night and draining him. Certain creatures aren’t worth the trouble, but also not to keep wandering on earth, scamming people. Suddenly, the door opened, and Baxter came in with a huge smile on his lips. It was like time slowed down, his scent blocking out every possible thought that wasn’t about him. He went straight to the mechanic, greeted him and my driver and just made himself part of the conversation. His eyes were sparkling the entire time, even when he told the mechanic about his bike making a str

The drop of blood soon found it’s way down the intricate edges of the circular artifact and it spread throughout the entire circle. Then, as soon as the blood spread, the circle in the cover of the book turned like a knob activated by her blood. She couldn’t stop her mouth from opening out wide. The book lit up as it’s cover opened by itself and presented the first page. Her eyes grew wide as seeing that it seemed to have its own life. “Oh My God! Alvah!” she called out to the Jinni. On the first page were scribbled words in Arabic, yet she could read it.