A Man Who Had Existed Since the Primordial Era

But that's not the worst part.

Instead, it was when the four of them were using their own superhuman senses to figure out what was going on.

The power that was once so readily available to us is now like stagnant water.

They still exist and can be perceived, but they cannot be driven.

"Young drivers," the man who called himself Dash had comically detached himself from the rope headfirst, with only his right leg tied up in the knot so his face wasn't touching the ground, but his voice remained calm and composed, "I can see the Soul of the Car roaring in your hearts, go and find a suitable vessel for it."

Bunny girls appeared out of nowhere and helped him up from either side, burying their heads in their chests.

But he didn't stop talking, nor did he show any enjoyment. "Sagami Model Shop, the best choice for drivers."

As soon as the words were spoken, the bunny girl and the helicopter vanished without a trace.

It's as if they never existed in the first place.

Only one four-wheel drive vehicle remained, heading towards the horizon, still following behind, disappearing into the sky along with the Dash on an invisible track.

"The superpowers in this world are rooted in mini 4WD cars?" Even Ron realized it. "Where should we go? Where is Sagami Model Shop?"

Three pairs of surprised eyes met their gaze.

Ron broke down, "You all know."

Magneto nodded. "After the Dash mentioned this name, the power within me began to activate, and I vaguely sensed its location."

Susan nodded.

Katy's head, which was halfway through nodding, suddenly froze. She looked at her hand and stammered, "I... I..."

Ron and his two companions suddenly realized that Katy had returned to her normal size, only a few heads shorter than them.

"Let's go," Katy said.

She didn't notice the obvious changes, such as the wings behind her disappearing, the transition from flying to standing on solid ground, and the increase in her field of vision.

This world is too strange.

We should hurry up and find that so-called Sagami Model Shop.

She turned around and walked first in the direction she sensed.

After walking about ten kilometers.

"How much longer?" Ron asked, leaning on his knees, almost out of Shang-Chi.

At the same time, a four-year-old child followed behind a four-wheel drive vehicle, passing him at a speed of 30 kilometers per hour.

This wasn't the first time he'd seen this scene.

In this world, it seems like everyone owns a four-wheel drive vehicle.

Most of the time, they run behind four-wheel drive vehicles when they go out.

Not only Anti-Gravity, it can run on any plane.

And he was incredibly fast; you couldn't see any signs of fatigue on his face.

When he first saw a one-year-old baby running upright behind a four-wheel drive vehicle, he almost thought he was hallucinating from exhaustion.

"We've covered two-thirds of the way," Magneto said. "About."

He, Susan, and Katy were all in high spirits.

I didn't feel tired at all.

Unlike Ron, their physical strength was not completely restricted.

At least in terms of physical recovery, he still surpasses ordinary people.

In fact, Ron was the same way; otherwise, he wouldn't have felt tired after walking ten kilometers. It's just that his body was under more pressure.

("What's wrong with this world?" Ginny's eyebrows furrowed.)

(She noticed that Harry hadn't spoken for a long time, and his eyes were glazed over, as if he were under Petrifying Charm.)

("Fate, tangible fate! Chains everywhere." Harry said, pale. "How has this world, no, this universe, continued to exist? It should have met its heat death long ago.")

(The Dash just appeared in front of Ron was practically the embodiment of fate. The tangible chains of fate covered the Dash's entire body, dragging him down and making him speak.)

(He could see in the eyes of that Dash a deathly stillness and an inescapable despair, a heavy, ancient soul aura.)

(An ancient life form that seems to have existed since the beginning of Earth's existence.)

(Seeing Harry so panicked, Ginny couldn't help but worry about her brother, "Ron, is fate suppressing their power?")

(Harry shook his head. "Fate didn't care about them, it didn't suppress them, but the very structure of this universe simply doesn't support the formation of their power.")

("Four-wheel drive vehicles are the source of extraordinary power in this world.")

"Are you going to my house?" A girl with a yellow ponytail wearing a baseball cap stopped the four of them with a bright smile. "I heard you're going to Sagami Model Shop."

Only

Her smile was incredibly bright, and her words were filled with childlike innocence.

But

It always gives people a sense of unreality, as if it is a robot imitating a human. Every muscle line and the color in the pupils are perfectly simulated, but it lacks a soul.

"Yes." Although Ron didn't realize it, his intuition, typical of a small animal that had lived this long, made him instinctively take a step back.

"Come with me," the little girl said, pulling a four-wheel drive vehicle out of thin air. "Charge! Off -Off-Road Homerun!"

This four-wheel drive vehicle has a very unique design, with a bandage wrapped around it to cover the holes in the body. It has large tires and a high body, as if it were specially designed for off-roading.

As her voice faded, the crisp sound of the engine rang out, the wheels turned, and [Off-Road Homerun] became a blur.

The four of them felt a force suddenly enveloping their bodies.

"We're here." The girl put away her bike. "You can call me Chizuko."

"We're here?" The four of them could hardly believe they had arrived.

It wasn't spatial displacement; rather, it was that force that had just pulled them forward.

But as they moved forward, their feet did not shift, their center of gravity did not change, and their bodies did not feel any friction with the air.

It was as if a period of time had been deleted from their lives, as if the video playback had skipped frames.

"It's a car, it's a car that's carrying you all along with it."

The four of them felt a sudden darkness before their eyes, and a man with a ponytail, wearing overalls and looking like a bear, appeared in front of them, blocking the sunlight.

"Welcome to Sagami Model Shop."

The man turned to look at Chizuko. "You're back from playing baseball, Chizuko?"

"Dad."

The girl jumped excitedly to the man's side.

A flicker of pain crossed the man's eyes, but his expression remained incredibly gentle as he looked at the four of them.

"Come in."

The four of them composed themselves.

Even Ron could now sense the faint calls emanating from the small shop in front of him.

"This is still a model shop?" Ron was dumbfounded.

If the left side could be considered a model shop, filled with all kinds of models and parts...

The right side looks more like a blacksmith shop.

The oven, bellows, and anvil must all be present.

It made the entire shop incredibly hot.

"Go and search, search for the parts that resonate with your souls," the man said. "Guide wheels, chassis, motor, gears, batteries, drive shafts, high-speed gearboxes, body shells."

"Then, along with your hair, you are thrown into the furnace, where you personally pull the bellows and personally pick up the hammer to strike."

"Only in this way can a car that can contain the dazzling Soul of the Car within you truly take shape."

"How much?" Ron coughed.

"Money?" The man seemed to have heard something from a distant past. "I haven't heard that word in over 80 billion years."

"Just take whatever you like."

"None of it requires money."

"Yes!" Ron suppressed his urge to immediately empty the shop. "You mean over 80 billion years? You've lived."

"Oh, you can hear me?" The man, whose eyes were filled with even more gloom, smiled gently. "It seems the Soul of the Car within you is very ancient, perhaps originating from a fragment of the soul of a powerful being."

"Gō, Lie, or perhaps Aji?"

The man observed Ron for a moment, and after noticing the undisguised, clear stupidity in his eyes, his gaze softened. "Looks like it's Gō."

"Just call me Uncle."

I don't know whether to say you're lucky or unlucky.

"The last Great Cataclysm was a million years ago. It seems that Tsuchiya is planning to team up with Da Shen again. How foolish. Even Okada Tesshin has given up."

"Breaking a predetermined fate will only invite a stronger backlash and a more stable fate."

"The disappearance of the World Cup and the transformation of the national competition into the World Cup is a very clear example."

Seeing Ron about to walk toward the shelf, the man added, "Becoming a mini racer is a wise choice; it's the most direct way to confront fate."

"Especially with the World Cup in full swing."

"You will be fortunate enough to reach the end."

"Start from scratch."

"Unlike the Dash, me, Chizuko, Da Shen, Tsuchiya, and Tetsujin, who retain their memories and are already insane, they can only act according to their predetermined fate and perform the expected actions."

"Chizuko— " Ron looked at the little girl, who raised her inorganic eyes and revealed a bright smile.

He suddenly felt very uncomfortable, as if his heart was being crushed by a heavy object.

"Don't worry about Chizuko," the man said. "Although the World Cup is the arena for racers from the early days, it also has its share of Nova who have inherited fragments of the soul of the strong."

"Not to mention that Chizuko is already considered quite old."

"Her Soul of the Car grew stronger with each race, and she even made it to the World Cup."

"The Chizuko you see is her fourth return."

"If nothing unexpected happens, this time, she will once again face her end."

"That's great, Dad." A glint of light flashed in Chizuko's inorganic eyes.

Magneto were selecting parts, but they didn't ignore the commotion over there.

At this moment, their hearts were filled with a storm of emotions.

The Earth has only existed for 4.6 billion years since it formed from the differentiation of the solar Nebula.

The man before them had lived for at least 80 billion years.

No wonder a single spring race for a mini-car series involves traveling from Earth to the Moon, circling the Moon, and then back to Earth.

At the same time, a flicker of doubt crossed their minds.

Even if they regain their strength, can they defeat the racer who possesses the same ancient soul as the man before them?

The shock continued until the three of them had selected the parts and moved to the other side of the room, still not completely shaken off by the oven.

"It seems the three of you are not simple either." The bear-like, burly man smiled gently. "No wonder Chizuko took the initiative to approach you. I thought it was just because of Gō's aura."

Who wants to go first?

"Me," Magneto asked, "Uncle, would it be better to use blood instead of hair?"

"Of course, but mini racing isn't for all ages. It's for children and teenagers; it's not suitable for anything too violent." The man smiled gently.

Magneto took a utility knife and slashed his arm, letting his blood soak into the parts.

Then it was thrown into the fire.

Magneto felt as if he himself was being thrown into the furnace, not as a part being thrown into the fire.

The flames scorched his body, and his hair appeared to be charred.

This made him feel as if he had returned to the concentration camp.

"Pull the bellows," the uncle reminded him.

"Yes."

Magneto's brain, which had been roasted to the point of appearing to have turned into a pile of hot protein blocks, began to move.

The Setsuna my hand touched the handle, my sense of body returned.

One of his bodies may still be Fiendfyre.

But the body still stood intact in front of the oven.

As the bellows was pulled, a blurry image began to take shape in his mind.

"This is Erik's car."

Ron exclaimed.

The blurry shadow not only existed in Magneto's mind, but it also began to appear above Magneto's head, gradually becoming clearer.

It was a unibody four-wheel drive vehicle, entirely silver-gray, seemingly without any gaps.

It looks like an elongated oval flying disc with wheels.

There is no rear wing, wheels, or even the body shell buckle that connects the body shell to the license plate.

As the car's outline completely solidified, the man shouted, "Now!"

A lump of orange-red iron flew out of the furnace and landed steadily on the anvil.

Magneto, with a heart full of devotion, picked up the hammer and swung it at the iron block.

In that instant, all he could see was the red-hot iron block.

Ding ding—

The ear-piercing metallic clanging sound, however, seemed like heavenly music to Magneto's ears at that moment.

His essence, his life, everything.

All of it was injected into it as the hammerhead came into contact with the iron block.

Another version of him seemed to be taking shape within this small block of iron, strong and powerful.

Faint Spark began to emanate from Magneto's body, connecting him, the hammer, and the block.

It felt like an eternity had passed.

Then, with a final clang, a car exactly like the one that had been above Magneto's head emerged from the shattered metal.

It crackled with Spark, turning its amniotic sac into ashes, which flew toward Magneto and finally entered his body.

"I'm whole again?" Magneto, tears welling in his eyes.

It's as if he's now beginning to fill in the missing half of himself, a half that was missing from the moment he was born.

Power surged through his body once more, spreading outwards and throughout the Earth's magnetic field.

Then an incredibly ancient and boundless aura flowed into his heart along with the magnetic field.

"This damn weather. This darn rain! I will never go back to living in a garbage dump again! Just kidding, just kidding, what a joke! I won't lose, I absolutely won't lose!"

"Aaaaaahhhhhh—"

"It's still early—outrun it! Divine Sword!"

This voice, filled with madness and disregard for death, suddenly rang in his ears.

"Oh, so it's Carrow?" the uncle's gentle voice rang out, "The man who arrogantly charged towards the wall of fate and was completely annihilated."