He pulled up beside Leo in the void, revved his engine once, and pointed forward. A new road materialized—not asphalt, but pure light. No traffic. No glitches. Just a single, impossible finish line ten miles away.
One moment he was in the storage closet. The next, he was straddling a matte-black Kawasaki Ninja, the engine growling like a caged animal. The sky was a permanent twilight. The asphalt stretched endlessly, a four-lane highway slicing through a neon-drenched city that had no exits, no turns, only forward . traffic rider unblocked 76
+100. +250. Overtake bonus.
"You get one more lap," the King said. His voice was Leo's own, but older. Tired. "Win, and you go back to your body. Lose again, and you become the new bus schedule on Level 3." He pulled up beside Leo in the void,