Experience

The moment the flare hit the pavement, both cars launched forward, their tires screeching against the asphalt as they tore down the mountain pass.

Kai's head snapped back into his seat, the sudden acceleration of the Corvette C5's V8 roaring to life. But even as his body adjusted to the raw power, he saw it—

The Supra was already ahead.

Its turbocharged inline-six screamed, a high-pitched hiss echoing through the mountains as it surged forward with ruthless efficiency. The sleek, modern sports car had a faster launch, its advanced traction control system gripping the road effortlessly.

Kai gritted his teeth, shifting up into third gear.

The first turn was coming fast—a sharp left.

The Supra's brake lights flared, painting the road red as its driver prepared to take the corner. The back end kicked out, sending the car into a smooth, controlled drift.

Kai reacted on instinct.

He slammed the clutch, tapped the brakes, and flicked the wheel. The Corvette's rear tires screamed, the V8 howling as he entered the drift behind the Supra.

The world blurred around him, but Kai didn't panic.

He knew these roads.

He had driven here a million times.

Maybe not in real life. But in the game?

He was unstoppable.

The rear tires fought for grip as he exited the turn, countersteering precisely to keep the car from snapping back too violently. The Supra had gained some distance, but not enough.

Another downhill straightaway opened up before them.

Kai saw his chance.

The Supra's taillights glowed ahead, a red beacon in the dark.

Kai tucked in behind it, his foot to the floor, pushing the C5 to its limits.

The speedometer climbed—150 km/h… 170 km/h… 190 km/h.

The sound of high-revving engines and roaring exhausts filled the valley, bouncing off the rocky cliffs in a metallic symphony of speed.

The Supra driver's eyes flicked to his rearview mirror.

His smirk faltered.

"What the—? He's actually keeping up in that old piece of junk?"

His grip on the wheel tightened as he refocused.

No way. This was a fully tuned Supra—built for speed and precision.

Meanwhile, that Corvette?

A rusted, outdated relic. A car that had no place on this kind of battlefield.

And yet—

Kai was still there.

He wasn't just keeping up—he was pushing forward.

Next turn: a chicane.

A tight sequence of left and right corners that required perfect precision.

The Supra driver braked hard, its rear tires screeching as it slowed to make the maneuver.

Kai followed suit, downshifting smoothly as he weaved through the chicane.

Left. Right. Left. Right.

The cars danced through the turns, the gap between them closing with every perfect execution.

As they exited the chicane, the road opened up again—another straightaway.

Kai pulled up beside the Supra.

The Supra driver's jaw clenched.

This wasn't normal.

Most people would've been left behind by now.

But this guy?

His drifts were flawless. His timing was perfect. He was reacting as if he already knew what was coming.

It wasn't just talent.

It was like he had driven this course a hundred times before.

"What!? Impossible!"

His hands tightened on the wheel as adrenaline surged through his veins.

Who the hell was this guy?

And why did it feel like he was racing against someone he should already know?

Supra's taillights burned red, a streak of neon slicing through the darkness as both cars thundered down the mountain pass. The road was narrow, twisting—a deadly game of inches.

Kai's C5 stuck close, just a car length behind. His heart was pounding, but his hands were steady. The way his tires hugged the pavement, the way he could predict every upcoming turn—it all felt so natural.

The Supra driver wasn't smiling anymore.

His hands clenched around the wheel, sweat forming on his brow.

No one should've been able to keep up like this.

Not in a rusty old Corvette.

Not against a fully tuned Supra.

And yet—

Kai was right there.

The Supra driver gritted his teeth.

"Alright then… let's see if you can handle this."

Up ahead, the mountain road tightened into a brutal S-curve, a notorious spot known among street racers as the Death Curve.

One mistake here, and you wouldn't just spin out.

You'd be airborne.

Racers who weren't experienced enough would misjudge the entry speed, and by the time they realized their mistake, they'd be barreling toward the guardrail with no way to stop.

The Supra driver had used this turn to eliminate rivals before—let them think they were keeping up, then bait them into overcommitting.

If Kai was as good as he seemed, he'd back off.

And if he wasn't?

Well…

He would be flying off the side of the mountain.

The Supra's brake lights flashed, signaling the sudden deceleration as it approached the dangerous curve.

Kai's eyes locked onto the road ahead.

He knew this turn.

He'd taken it a hundred times before.

But this time wasn't a game.

This time, if he screwed up—he died.

Kai's Split-Second Decision

The Supra entered the turn first, its tires screaming as it skidded sideways, hugging the inside line. The driver smirked.

"He's gonna brake too late."

But then—

Kai didn't slow down.

Instead of braking early like most racers would, he did something insane.

He kept accelerating.

The crowd watching from above gasped.

The Supra driver's eyes widened in shock.

No way.

No one could take the Death Curve at that speed.

The moment he expected to hear the horrifying crunch of metal against the guardrail—

Kai flicked the wheel, tapped the brakes just enough to shift weight forward, and threw the Corvette into a perfect drift.

The back tires barely missed the edge of the guardrail, kissing the danger zone before snapping back into control.

A flawless, high-speed four-wheel drift.

The C5 rocketed out of the turn with even more speed than before.

Kai had cut through the curve perfectly, exiting the corner faster than the Supra.

He had just overtaken mid-turn.

The crowd went insane.

The Supra driver's hands tightened around the wheel, his heart pounding.

He had never seen anyone take that turn like that.

Kai Takes the Lead

For the first time, Kai was ahead.

The engine of the Corvette C5 howled, the deep, raw V8 growl echoing off the mountains as Kai charged forward.

No hesitation. No doubt.

Just pure, instinctive racing.

The Supra driver's breath hitched.

He wasn't sure if he was still racing a man… or something else entirely.

Who the hell was Kai Damons?