Chapter 497
Previously, Ragnar slammed the accelerator the moment the start signal flashed.
The VÖXEN Gen-6 roared like a beast unleashed.
This machine could break 1,000 km/h without hesitation, while Alex’s first-generation VÖXEN struggled at 500 km/h on its best day.
Ragnar knew the math.
Start fast.
Hit hard.
Build a gap Alex could never cross.
And he didn’t just want to win—he wanted to bury Alex in humiliation.
He launched straight to 200 km/h, then climbed past 800 km/h, carving through the track with ruthless precision.
By the time he completed five out of ten laps, he glanced at his speedometer-857 km/h and rising.
“There’s no damn way that bastard with a 500-km/h coffin can keep up with me,” Ragnar snarled. “Even if his junk explodes, he still won’t touch my speed p>
But on the way into lap six-
A black blur shot past him so violently it felt like the air had been ripped open. Ragnar’s eyes went wide.
It was Alex’s VÖXEN.
That ancient machine wasn’t supposed to even breathe in the same league as him. Yet Alex blasted forward like a phantom and vanished into the next corner.
“What the hell-NO. No, that’s impossible!” Ragnar barked, looking down at his gauge.
888 km/h.
At that speed, no first-gen VÖXEN could pass him. It defied physics, engineering, and common sense.
Then Alex’s car shot past him again, this time even closer, the shockwave slamming into Ragnar’s hood so hard his entire vehicle shuddered.
Each pass sent a violent gust that rattled the Gen-6 like tin in a storm.
“Impossible Ragnar whispered, breath unstable, hands trembling around the steering wheel.
And he wasn’t the only one shaken.
The spectators stared in stunned silence. Minutes ago, they were certain Alex was doomed-yet now, during lap five, Alex not only caught up… he was overtaking Ragnar like he’d been waiting for the right moment to strike.
Then, suddenly, Alex’s car didn’t just overtake—
It took off, leaving Ragnar so far behind that the chase felt like a bad joke.
Up in the commentator’s booth, panic erupted.
“We-uh-let’s check the stats! Look at the screen, folks!” the stadium commentator shouted, shoving the data feed onto the giant monitors.
The entire arena gasped as the numbers lit up.
“The first-generation VÖXEN jumped from a lazy 20 km/h to 200 km/h in an instant,” the commentator shouted, his voice breaking with shock.
“But now my God-look at this! It’s blasting past 2,000 km/h… and the speed is still climbing! Four thousand kilometers per hour-no signs of slowing at all! This is insane p>
Below, Alex’s car became a streak looping the stadium, tearing the air apart.
The sound wasn’t an engine—it was a sonic blade, breaking wind barriers, shaking every seat, every ribcage, every inch of steel.
Ragnar watched helplessly as the shadow of Alex’s VÖXEN flashed ahead again—
A humiliation deeper than any defeat he had ever tasted.
Some people screamed from pure adrenaline at the speed on the track.
But those who had bet on the VÖXEN Gen-6 couldn’t fully celebrate.
Something felt wrong.
When the Gen-6 finished lap six p>
Alex’s first-generation VÖXEN had already crossed the same lap.
And Alex’s speed kept rising.
Faster. Faster. Unstoppable.
By the time Ragnar reached lap seven, Alex’s car was already blasting through the finish line, completing all ten laps.
Alex had won.
A humiliating, overwhelming, landslide victory.
The entire stadium exploded the moment the ancient first-gen VÖXEN shot across the finish line.
The Eden Group even fired celebratory fireworks into the air as Alex rolled to a stop. Ragnar saw Alex waiting calmly at the finish line… and his knees nearly buckled. What was happening p>
What the hell was going on p>
Since when could a Gen-1 obliterate a Gen-6 like this?
No. It couldn’t be real.
It had to be cheating.
That bastard must have modified his car.
Ragnar glided to a halt beside Alex’s vehicle.
He jumped out, face red, voice cracking with fury.
“You bastard! How dare you cheat p>
“I didn’t,” Alex replied, calm as stone.
“Impossible!” Ragnar shouted. “A first-generation VÖXEN cannot reach four thousand kilometers per hour! You modified that car-illegal modification! The VÖXEN Corporation will bury you for this p>
Sofina and Renata bit their lips hard.
They knew the Gen-1 was modified.
If this came out… it meant cheating.
It meant losing everything.
But Alex only shrugged.
“I told you I never modified the car. Just accept your loss p>
“Never!” Ragnar spat. “I already called the VÖXEN authentication drone. Once it finishes the inspection, you’ll pay up-you’ll give me your arms and Sofina p>
His threat echoed through the stadium speakers, broadcast to every corner. The crowd reacted instantly.
People who had bet on Ragnar lifted their fists, shouting:
“That car is illegal! Ragnar is the winner! We want our money back p>
Then, with a mechanical hum, a drone-android descended into the stadium-sleek metal frame, glowing optics, stamped with the VÖXEN corporate logo.
“I have received a request to perform an official authentication on the VÖXEN First Generation vehicle,” the drone announced in a clear, professional tone.
“Registered owners: Alex and Sofina. Do both parties consent to a full inspection?” Sofina turned to Alex, horror in her eyes.
If the drone found the modifications-they were finished.
But before she could speak, Alex stepped forward and answered:
“Consent granted p>
“You’re dead,” Ragnar laughed, breath shaking with rage.
Renata leaned close to Sofina, whispering urgently. “I told you-modifying a VÖXEN is illegal. People go to prison for that. Your husband could be locked up en years p>
Sofina’s heartbeat crashed against her ribs. Panic swallowed her voice.
“Renata you have to help me p>
The VÖXEN authentication drone floated toward Alex’s car.
Its scanners hummed as blue light swept across every inch of the vehicle-sides,
hood, undercarriage.
Sofina rushed to Alex’s side, panic tightening her voice.
“Why did you agree? The drone will expose everything p>
Alex gave her a calm, steady smile.
“Let it. Everything’s under control p>
She grabbed his arm, fingers trembling.
“You’re not invincible, Alex. They’ll take your life for this p>
Alex didn’t answer right away. His eyes drifted past her toward Ragnar.
“He’s the one who’s scared,” Alex said quietly as he pulled Sofina into his arms, holding her close to steady her shaking. That’s why he’s yellin so damn loud p>
The VÖXEN authentication drone opened the front and rear hoods, mechanically
precise, checking every part of the engine.
After completing the full scan-
Only then did it speak.
“This VÖXEN unit is confirmed original. No modifications detected p>
“What p>
Gasps erupted across the stadium. Ragnar staggered back. The crowd froze in disbelief.
“Impossible!” Ragnar shouted. “You didn’t even check it right! This is a first- generation VÖXEN—there’s no way it reaches thousands of kilometers per hour p>
The crowd booed the drone, angry and confused.
The VÖXEN android responded, voice steady and professional.
“Your assumption is incorrect. This vehicle is not a VÖXEN First Generation. This is the VÖXEN SERAPHINE It possesses a built- camouflage feature that disguises it as other VÖXEN models p>
And right before the entire stadium, the camouflage began to dissolve.
Panels shifted.
Lights reconfigured.
Frames expanded and locked into place.
The dull-looking first-gen shell peeled away like smoke—
Revealing the most legendary, most expensive vehicle in Prussia:
The VÖXEN SERAPHINE.
Only ten existed in the entire empire.
The stadium erupted into pure chaos-cheers, screams, shock.
For most people, this was their first time seeing one in real life.
The ultra-rich hid these cars in private vaults.
No one showed them in public.
No one raced them.
Until Alex.
Renata’s jaw dropped. Her voice trembled.
“I knew it… It’s the real Seraphine p>
She stared at Alex, stunned.
The man seemed to have endless secrets-layers she couldn’t begin to measure.
Sofina stood frozen.
Had Alex really bought a ten-million-dollar car and never said a word?
Alex turned to Ragnar, eyes cold and steady.
“I think it’s time for you to hand over your arms… and your heart p>
“No!” Ragnar barked. “You cheated! You hid your damn car so you could trap me
into the bet. You’re a fraud p>
He couldn’t accept it.
Even his father—a duke—would hesitate to buy a VÖXEN Seraphine.
And this man, this Alex, drove it like it was nothing.
“You’re the one who asked me to race,” Alex replied with a calm, cutting smile. “I
didn’t cheat you. You tried to cheat me p>
He touched his bracelet.
A document appeared on three dimension.
“And according to the bet you signed,” Alex said, “you have ten minutes to hand
over your arms… and your heart p>