Qualified, Approved for the Race

"How wonderful, that era was," the man's voice began to deepen, but the smile on his face remained incredibly gentle. "I could feel my body's functions declining, wrinkles appearing on my face, and I saw Chizuko grow into a young woman."

The sorrow that has lain dormant in ancient souls for billions of years spreads out, confined within the small model shop. Even the portraits in the lifeless posters on the wall seem to Enchanted Painting reveal human emotions, blurring the vision with tears.

Every atom in this model shop is imbued with materialized emotions.

"It feels so bad."

"This is."

"Tear."

"We cried."

Ron clutched his heart, feeling a sharp pain there, and the fifth tomoe in his eyes was already faintly visible.

Magneto clutched his head, and the image of a silver-haired youth appeared in his mind, shouting, "Only losers shed tears, but I will never be a loser." Just as tears were about to spill from his eyes, they were wiped away by an invisible force.

Susan held the completed car in her hands, tears streaming down her face.

Katy looked around through her blurry, teary eyes and saw that everyone in the room, including Chizuko, was crying.

At this moment, the Soul of the Car also appeared above their heads, automatically starting up. The sound of the engine was filled with lingering sorrow, forming a mournful melody that urged people to fall.

"I'm not a loser, you fucking shut up!"

"Magnetic field, give me a damn turn!"

Magneto was the first to break free. At that moment, his body disintegrated, and amidst dazzling Spark, he transformed into the magnetic field itself, engulfing the Soul of the Car above his head.

The sound of the motor came to an abrupt halt.

The music and the funeral music were discordant.

Next up is Sophie.

She seized the Setsuna opportunity, instantly deploying a barrier to isolate herself and the Soul of the Car from the outside world, making them independent of this realm.

I've shaken off the influence of emotions.

The discord between the funeral and the music was even more pronounced.

A glimmer of clarity flashed in Katy's eyes. She chose to merge directly with the space to weaken the impact, and withdrew the Soul of the Car above her head. Although there was still sorrow on her face, she was no longer shedding tears.

At this moment, only the deep engine sound emanating from the ghostly green car spirit remained in the room.

The fifth tomoe took shape in Ron's eyes.

Harry created the Nine-Tomoe Sharingan; the four and five tomoe represent the progression from the original Mangekyo Sharingan the Eternal Mangekyo.

They will also awaken the Mangekyo ability, but unlike the Mangekyo which is formed all at once, it will adapt to the host's wishes at each stage.

In the previous world, I faced the pollution of information from [Moryo], and as a wizard, I forgot [Legilimency], leaving my teammates to carry it forward.

Ron's Nine-Tomoe Sharingan is biased towards the mental type, interfering with his own abilities.

The telekinetic abilities that should have arisen from one's own emotional nature are instead turned inward, causing one to retreat into oneself.

This makes his Susanoo more stable and stronger defensively when supplied with the same amount of spiritual power, namely Yin Release power.

His spirit was so strong that it was almost impenetrable.

This also meant that he was the least affected by the emotions that lingered in this space among the four.

It's just heartache; there are tears, but not many.

In contrast, Harry's modified Nine-Tomoe Sharingan, which could absorb negative emotional energy and upgrade, only upgraded One Tomoe.

But for Ron, this kind of progress was enough.

"The Soul of the Car is crying; your power is too chaotic."

Uncle Zuo Shang's comments flashed through my mind in an instant.

The awakened abilities have changed once again.

A ten-armed, half- Giant, burning with green flames, appeared and enveloped him.

He was like prey swallowed by a giant spider, its Venom beginning to melt his body.

The complex network of meridians, Internal Energy, magic power, Chakra, poison glands, and even the five-tomoe Sharingan that intersected with the [Magic Fiber] disintegrated.

The green Giant began to grow a lower body, his figure growing taller and taller, with deep green veins spreading out within him, and five tomoe appearing on his chest.

("Energization. In addition to vaporization and liquefaction, a new change has emerged," Harry exclaimed. "Ron's body has become completely energized, and everything has been integrated into the Susanoo.")

("This is at least the size of the Perfect Susanoo." Zoe exclaimed in the guild, "To use the Complete Perfect Susanoo of the Eternal Mangekyo at a stage equivalent to the Mangekyo, and to eliminate the weaknesses of the physical body, this ability is not bad.")

The Giant opened his eyes and looked down. "Is this me?"

He is now at least 200 meters tall, Magneto and the others look like coin to him.

Strangely, his body remained in the model shop, and his increased size did not squeeze any other people or objects, as if he had not changed at all.

The Setsuna he had the thought of returning to his original form, his body began to shrink, and then his components began to transform into flesh and blood.

Eight of his ten arms transformed into Spider Spear, and some of the energy condensed directly into the clothes he was wearing. The magatama disappeared and appeared in his pupils.

Soon, Ron reappeared in the same spot.

He has completely freed himself from emotional interference.

"Very good." As the uncle's voice fell, the negative mood in the entire model shop was swept away, and a hint of approval was revealed in his eyes. "You were able to get rid of it so quickly, it seems that your Soul of the Car Power is qualified."

"Qualified for what?" Magneto asked.

The man pointed to the poster behind him, which read, "The most important match before qualifying for the Spring Split."

"The first official meeting between Ryū and Gō, a race that was destined to exist forever. The Super Downhill Race that I designed."

"Super-downhill—" Ron scoffed. "Is this even more outrageous than the race from Earth to the Moon?"

"That was the Spring Split after all," the man said. "This is just average; it's just a game played in a tornado."

"Tornado!" x4

"Yes, let's see who gets to the center of the tornado first," the man said.

"Go against the wind, reach the very center of a tornado?" Ron was incredulous. "Are you crazy?"

"It's not difficult, as long as you believe in the car," the uncle said. "What's more, you are completely different from ordinary novices. The Soul of the Car Power is fully manifested in you. You can even perform actions like attacking your opponent before the race to prevent him from participating in the race."

"Why not in the game?" Ron asked.

"You asked a stupid question. Once the car starts and is on the track, the driver's safety is no longer important," the man said. "As long as the car is intact, even if the head is cut off, the heart is pierced, and the body is torn apart, the driver will be safe."

"We tried it many times, and I still remember the feeling of Gō's eye flying into my mouth."

"Tried many times what?" Ron subconsciously took a few steps back, his voice trembling. "I remember Gō is your friend."

"Murder them," the man said. "We did it because we were friends. The Da Shen is very talented at this. He's not just good at vandalizing cars, he's also very good at murder. It's a pity it was all in vain."

"Fate only cares about rankings."

"Just like this Super Downhill Race, Gō is destined to be number one. No matter what, he will be number one."

"Only when Gō is no longer number one can we break free from fate."

"His head was blown apart by an air cannon, which is not included in this."

After registering with Uncle Zuo Shang, the four of them left the model shop.

In fact, according to the four of them, they should stay a little longer with this living fossil of the world who answers every question.

However, considering that the model shop is right here and won't grow legs and run away, and has been operating here for hundreds of millions of years, after completing the competition registration, the four of them first went to find a place to stay.

A hotel one kilometer away from the model shop.

"This is great!" Ron slumped into the sofa, sipping his juice. "Nothing's free. I don't understand why anyone in this world still works. Isn't it better to sleep until you naturally wake up?"

"People can't be idle," Magneto said, holding a notebook he'd taken from an unmanned roadside store. "I did some research. This world is strange; it seems like all scientific inventions revolve around mini racing cars."

The main reason for choosing to leave the Saki model shop was to look up some general information about this world and learn some common sense.

He was unwilling to reveal his identity as a visitor from another world in front of an ancient Old Ghost whose strength was unknown and who was billions of years old.

But once he started searching, he couldn't stay calm and couldn't wait to share the results with his teammates.

"Time Stop, space jump, black hole creation, light transformation, Parallel World Interference, Material Informationization, Perpetual Motion Machine. These are all technologies I can find used in mini racing cars."

"However, in terms of people's livelihood and military affairs, it remains at the level of the 20th century."

"The phone isn't even a touchscreen; it still has buttons."

"Wait a minute," Ron jumped up, "What do you mean by 'used on mini racing cars'? Don't drivers fight using the materialized Soul of the Car?"

"Isn't this clear?" Magneto exclaimed in surprise. "The old man mentioned the origin of the Soul of the Car. It was a car that Dr. Ogami and Dr. Tsuchiya built using fragments of the souls of the strong. After the car's owner died, it was born in the womb along with a newborn baby."

"This creates two types of drivers."

"A driver who possesses the Soul of the Car, just like the ancient and powerful warriors."

"A driver who wields a car crafted with advanced technology and imbued with fragments of the soul of a powerful warrior."

("If only I could get in touch with Ron!" Harry paced anxiously.)

(The Soul of the Car is the greatest reward of coming into this world.)

(This thought lingered after seeing the information Magneto had consulted.)

(Whether it's Time Stop or creating black holes, these are forces that are practically invincible.)

(Now, Magneto has inherited Carrow's Soul Fragment, while Ron still has nothing.)

"Isn't this cheating?!" Ron's face turned red and his neck bulged. "Even if my car can use my power, how can it defeat an opponent who can Time Stop? And what's with this Parallel World Interference nonsense? How can that be used on a car?"

"Let me see," Magneto said, looking down. The omnipotent magnetic field rotated, and without him typing, the laptop automatically began to operate according to his will. "Borrowing the power of the parallel world itself, it is forever in peak condition and an indestructible car."

"Wait a minute." Susan raised her hand. "Does the competition require drivers with Soul of the Car to fight using only their materialized Soul of the Car? Can we get one? After all, it's free."

"Yes, yes, yes," Ron chimed in, "I'm going to get a car that can stop time!"

Katy didn't say anything, but she was clearly interested.

Magneto shook his head. "Only the Da Shen and Dr. Tsuchiya, or perhaps their teacher Okada Tesshin, possess this technology. It's free, but that also means we can't bribe them to work for us."

"Moreover, a car without a soul, even if built with the most advanced technology, can only suffer defeat on the track."

"A car with a soul will not submit to another mini race car."

"The race is a contest of the Soul of the Car Power."

"Only those who master the Soul of the Car Power are the victors on the track."

"Where did you get these famous quotes from?" Ron retorted. "Who said them?"

"Dash," Magneto said. "The host of all mini racing competitions. He won the Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn Champion in a row, creating an unprecedented record, but was eliminated in the Super Cup National Tournament and was given the world's first fully covered track car by Okada Tesshin —the Scorpio."

"The guy we met when we first came to this world? The old man who was like him, an old relic?" Ron's face turned ugly.

This means that Magneto said was true.

"But your ideas are not impossible to achieve," Magneto said. "The Tsuchiya Research Institute and the Da Shen Laboratory also represent two schools of thought in this world: one that focuses on cultivating one's own Soul of the Car, and the other that uses science and technology to modify one's own Soul of the Car."

"They all welcome true drivers with the Soul of the Car."

"The only problem now is which research institute to go to."

"Of course it's the Da Shen!" Ron blurted out.

Katy and Susan hesitated for a moment, then exchanged a glance before Susan spoke up, "Why don't we ask the uncle?"

Magneto nodded and then shook his head. "I suggest you participate in the Super Downhill Race firsthand, then run on the track yourself and see what other riders are like."

——

Three days later.

Location: An uninhabited area in the Pacific Center.

Outside a waterspout that inexplicably seemed to be fixed in place, connecting heaven and earth.

Accompanied by the roar of engines, figures followed the streaks of light from the mini racing cars and landed on the platform outside the waterspout.

The group included contestants, audience members, hosts, and commentators.

"Is that Dr. Tsuchiya?" Ron looked at the figure next to the Dash on the stage. "I feel like he looks a bit like Steve Jobs, the inventor of the Card Phone in the Superhero World."

He was only briefly amazed, then couldn't help but recall the way he had just arrived here.

"But it was really amazing. After the car started, it was as if I was given the Force of Speed, and I was able to keep up with the car's speed. I felt like I was just using a normal speed, but before long I arrived at an artificial island in the Pacific Center from Japan."

"And it's not tiring at all."

"This must be at least 2,000 kilometers, and we haven't even used our full strength yet."