Slow Burn | Racing | System | Transmigration | Mecha Girls | Gifted Driver
With mecha girls and driving techniques unknown in this world, a crushing, next-level advantage begins!
Thirty-five race cars lined up side by side at the starting line.
The engines roared so loudly that the vibrations numbingly rattled their drivers’ chests. The orange-red sunlight of Mars bathed every mecha girl’s chassis in a flowing sheen.
The instant the green light came on, the world exploded.
Tires tore through gravel, dust billowed into the sky, and the spectators’ roars poured down from the stands.
“Go!!!”
“SS1, Volcanic Ash Plains! 6.2 kilometers, 27 turns! Who’s brave enough to take the lead?!”
On the track, the silver-white Zhinu-1 hugged the inside line into the apex, and the dark red eye-shaped emblem on its nose suddenly lit up.
The commentator’s voice boomed: “Car 17! That ghost driver from the underground circuit has already latched onto the tail of the Sky Wolf team through the first turn!”
In the stands, Old Zhou gripped the railing until his knuckles turned white.
In the pit lane, the mecha girls who hadn’t started yet stood on tiptoe, staring at the big screen.
This was rally racing.
It wasn’t machines that raced, but people. Not cold numbers, but the shiver that shot up your spine every time you pressed the accelerator.
Past the apex, accelerating out of the turn, the tires gripped the road again.
Yang Che’s lips curled into a smile.
At his ear, Dusk’s voice was calm and clear: “Two hundred meters ahead, right-five hairpin. Loose dirt on the road, ”
“You navigate. I’ll drive.”
Dusk was silent for a second, then laughed.
“Okay.”
The vertical pupils in the car’s headlights blazed with light.
