Chapter 242

“Holy crap!”
Ghoul’s eyes went wide as he saw the figure on the screen. He let go of Kurt’s leg and rubbed his eyes furiously, hardly daring to believe it. “It’s really J! That legend finally showed up!”
“Aaargh!” Kurt cried out in pain as his leg was abruptly released.
“Sorry, sorry!” Ghoul snapped back to reality at the pained shout and scrambled to help him.
“Who?” Kurt, drenched in a cold sweat, grabbed a fistful of Ghoul’s hair, his excitement overriding the pain. “Who did you say is here?”
“J,” Ghoul yelped, feeling his scalp protest as he was pulled into a contorted position.
Kurt stared at the big screen, where the racer’s name was now displayed: J.
He had heard the legends about J but had never seen J in person. He never imagined their first meeting would be under these circumstances. Suddenly, his two broken legs felt entirely worth it.
“How did J know you were in trouble? The timing is perfect,” Ghoul wondered aloud. Less than half an hour had passed between Kurt’s accident and J’s appearance.
“Never mind that,” Kurt finally calmed down, his voice strained with pain. “Get the doctor in here, I think I’m gonna pass out.”
Ghoul scoffed. “Weren’t you just screaming about getting back to the race?”
Thankfully, J had appeared. Otherwise, he had no doubt this idiot would have actually tried to race with two broken legs.
“But still Ghoul frowned, his gaze fixed on J with concern. “J hasn’t raced in three years. What if J’s skills are rusty?”
The track was unfamiliar to J, and then there was the car… For a racer, the car was a critical factor in winning or losing.
“Hmph,” Kurt sneered through gritted teeth. “That’s not what J
who should be worried are those
should be worried about. The et
three bastards in the lane next to J.”
“Damn them,” Ghoul said, his fists clenching as he remembered who was responsible for Kurt’s condition. “They think J is some kind of pushover?”
They were about to pick a fight with a legend; they wouldn’t even know what hit them.
On the track, the entire stadium echoed with chants of J’s name, the atmosphere electric.
“This race has all the champions from the last few seasons. J hasn’t competed in three years. Can J still perform at that level?”
“Melvin’s no slouch either. J is stepping in at the last minute; a win is far from guaranteed.”
Juniper calmly fastened her suit, strolling unhurriedly towards the tenth lane.
Melvin watched the mysterious, completely covered figure approach, a powerful sense of familiarity
washing over him. Was something
wrong with his eyes lately?
? Why did
everyone seem so familiar?
“It’s an honor to meet you,” Melvin said, breaking the silence. And he meant it. He
finally had a way to convince J to take Juniper on as a student.
“You’re celebrating a bit too soon,” Juniper replied, turning her head slightly, her voice casual.
Melvin froze. Did he hear that right? It sounded like a woman’s.
As she walked past the Yalania Country lane, Juniper paused, her gaze sweeping
over the three men. Through her visor, her eyes were like ice.
The three of them swallowed hard, a nervous tension gripping them. It was J, the god of the racing world. Every race J entered, J won.
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But even the greatest skill in the world couldn’t save you from a car designed to fail. If they weren’t mistaken, today’s biggest headline would be Dies in Frery Crash
A triumphant smirk appeared on all three of their faces.