“Why does that sound so much like an advertisement?”

The witch’s pale face was taut as she suppressed her nausea and retorted, “What’s with taking out your eyeballs and scrubbing them with boiling water?

That store is definitely a black market shop, right?

Like those urban legends about secretly cutting out customers’ organs and selling them.”

“Impossible.”

Li Ang shook his head and said, “The store owner seemed very professional and sincere. The day after my surgery,

he even came to my door and said that he dropped a scalpel in my stomach during the surgery, and asked me to have another open-chest surgery to take out the scalpel from my stomach for free, without charging a penny.

He didn’t seem like a bad guy.”

???

What exactly did you go through?

Luo Ri Rong Jin and the witch were both speechless.

The Twilight Knight in the driver’s seat didn’t pay attention to his companions’ conversation, concentrating on driving the vehicle, using Luo Ri Rong Jin’s five-second foresight to speed along the winding mountain road.

“...Contestant Kratos has destroyed another chariot!”

At the front of the leading group, Aya Shameimaru, riding a flying motorcycle, said excitedly into the camera, “The Chaos Blades are indeed a top-tier team that has won the runner-up title for three consecutive years.

Any vehicle that tries to approach or overtake will be cut in two by the fangs decorating the front of the car!”

Aya Shameimaru was so excited for a reason. The Chaos Blades chariot driven by Kratos was personally crafted by Hephaestus, the god of fire and forging.

Although the power, memory, and experience of Hephaestus in the game world have been compressed to the extreme,

his forging skills are still at the top among all the game characters in Central City.

This Chaos Blades chariot, under the restriction of officially provided materials, can still possess terrifying speed, endurance, and explosive power.

Coupled with Kratos’s violent driving style, it is simply an armored behemoth on the track.

“Not many powerful and exaggeratedly fierce characters have fallen from the hollow above Central City in the middle of the year,”

Aya Shameimaru thought silently in her heart, “Those who are capable of competing with Kratos are basically those strong teams from previous years.

Halo’s Master Chief, Doomslayer;

Devil May Cry’s Nero, Fate/Grand Order’s Nero Claudius;

Cloud Strife, Gordon Freeman...”

Aya Shameimaru’s Central City newspaper office, where she works every day, also organizes a small betting game in the office every year, following the trend.

Each employee spends dozens or hundreds of coins to bet on their favorite team to earn some dinner money, purely to enhance the festive atmosphere.

Aya Shameimaru herself bet on Kratos, but there are too many random factors in the Death Race competition, especially in the item race stage.

It is not necessarily the strongest who wins. The teams in the first group all have a chance.

“Shameimaru, look behind you!”

A reminder from Aya Shameimaru’s superior at the newspaper office came from the headset. Aya Shameimaru looked back and saw an armored chariot swooping down from the mountain like lightning,

drifting through nearly a hundred winding curves at extreme angles, charging to the end of the first group.

This exaggerated performance immediately attracted the attention of the drivers along the way and the race live broadcast. The excited voices of Aya Shameimaru’s colleagues rang in her ears, constantly urging her to follow up on the situation there.

Without any further reminders, the dutiful Aya Shameimaru had already driven her floating motorcycle towards that side.

“Hmm? This is...”

As a reporter specializing in commentating on the Death Race, Aya Shameimaru had memorized almost all the well-known teams, team members, as well as the personality traits and driving styles of the team members.

But when she flew closer, she realized that she had not seen this chariot before the race, nor had she seen the four office workers driving the vehicle.

Where did these guys come from?

Aya Shameimaru’s question was quickly answered—Aya Shameimaru’s colleagues contacted the race organizers and learned the identities of the four drivers from the guides.

Four bank clerks who gained the qualifications to participate by counter-killing bank robbers...

Aya Shameimaru instantly conjured up a complete romantic story in her mind. These four NPCs, who were originally ordinary, unexpectedly obtained the qualifications to participate. After experiencing fierce psychological struggles, they were no longer willing to live their lives in a daze as game data.

Instead, they wanted to take a chance, even if there was a high probability of losing their lives, they would fight for a glimmer of hope to freedom...

Aya Shameimaru was instantly moved by the romantic story she had conjured up. When explaining the origin of this car to the off-site audience, her tone couldn’t help but become tragic and impassioned.

Luo Ri Rong Jin, the witch, and the others in the car were dumbfounded when they heard the broadcast. Their armored car was equipped with a radio and could also hear Aya Shameimaru’s commentary.

“When did I become a sentimental man who had to return to my hometown after three years of separation to meet my pregnant girlfriend?”

Luo Ri Rong Jin rubbed the bridge of his nose and complained.

The witch’s mouth twitched. “You’re lucky.

My identity has become a top-tier scumbag who is involved with seven different people, including a domineering CEO, a cute junior, a big star, a neighbor painter, a handsome coffee shop uncle, a cold-faced killer, and the strongest special forces soldier.”

“This might be the original identities of the NPCs we replaced.”

Li Ang said calmly, “But I’m also a little confused.

Why was the original job of the NPC I replaced sticking seeds on strawberries, adding beards to corn, and dyeing polar bears to disguise them as pandas?”

These settings do not affect the normal progress of the competition, and can only be said to be some kind of perverse taste of the system.

During the conversation, the vehicle had already passed through one extreme curve after another, and climbed over ten mountain peaks.

The drivers in the first group were all driving experts who had undergone countless trials and tests.

Even the Twilight Knight, an ambulance driver who ran against death every day, found it difficult to further shorten the distance when the speed of the chariot was not advantageous.

Finally, they passed the racing stage in thirteenth place and arrived at the rest area.

The rest area was located behind the mountains, a vast open space with refueling trucks, open-air restaurants, and temporary hospitals, where drivers could repair and modify their vehicles, eat, and treat their injuries.

“All vehicles entering the rest area must rest for twenty minutes to ensure fairness. After twenty minutes, they can continue driving.”

Luo Ri Rong Jin looked at the armored chariot driving into the open space and said quickly, “I’ve looked at the data, and there’s nothing wrong with the vehicle, it just needs to replace the tires...”

“It’s done.”

Before he could finish speaking, Li Ang had already retracted his hand, which was flickering with alchemical electricity, and the tires of the armored chariot had returned to their original state.

“...The rear suspension also needs to be repaired.”

“It’s done.”

Li Ang raised his hand again, and the vehicle was brand new. He even casually inscribed two lines of text on both sides of the car.

On the left side was “*Xuan Hua Shang Deng*”

On the right side was “The Fastest in the Galaxy”

The font was strong and vigorous, unrestrained and freehand, looking extremely arrogant.

“...Your skill is really convenient...”

Luo Ri Rong Jin smacked his lips, his tone faintly envious.