For once, Leon was glad the system wasn't cold-blooded—it actually gave him a choice.
"Option one: Paid inheritance. Spend 200 million to perfectly transfer all upgrades to the new car. Everything will be 100% compatible, no need to rebuy.
Option two: System reclaim. Since the upgrades were rewards and gifts, not purchased, you get no money back. All items are confiscated."
The choice was obvious. Spend 200 million, keep all his hard-earned modifications intact, or lose everything for free. Only a fool would pick the second option.
Leon sighed. "So much for buying a second car. I was hoping to keep the Silver Marauder and gift it to Letty… but with Diomas Nilo priced at 700 million, I can barely scrape together the 200 million needed to carry my upgrades over."
Which meant one thing—trade the Silver Marauder for Diomas Nilo, and dump all the essential mods into it. Luckily, that still left him with 40 million in pocket change. Not too shabby.
"I'll swap the Silver Marauder for Diomas Nilo."
The system chimed with its usual smug tone:
"Ding. Friendly reminder: the stock Diomas Nilo engine is mid-tier, powered by plasma drive. The top-tier MG Stone energy system requires an additional purchase. Likewise, its Gravity Wave weapon modules must be bought separately. Confirm your choice?"
Leon paused, eyebrows lifting. MG Stones—mysterious, near-mythical energy cores—were legendary even in fiction. Of course they'd cost extra. Still, plasma drive wasn't exactly weak. Lighter than nuclear, safer, and even faster on the track.
"Alright, then. What's the cost for Gravity Wave upgrades?"
"Basic: 50 million.
Enhanced: 100 million.
Supreme: 300 million."
Each tier packed insane destructive potential. The basic model could interfere with a car's stability. The enhanced version could crush vehicles and drag down aircraft. And the supreme one? That monster could collapse bridges and high-speed rail lines.
Leon whistled. "For that price, I could buy another car. No wonder the system's trying to upsell me."
He shook his head. "Forget it. I'll upgrade later. For now, just give me the Diomas Nilo and transfer all key parts."
"Acknowledged. Deducting seven hundred million from account…"
Just like that, his fortune evaporated back into the system. He was left with a meager forty million—but at least he'd officially purchased his next legend.
Minutes later, the system pinged:
"New vehicle has arrived in your garage. Please check."
Leon practically bolted out of bed, brushing aside the thought of morning hygiene. He tore open the garage door—and froze.
There it was.
The Diomas Nilo.
The system had given it a makeover, reimagining the anime's fantasy car into a full-sized hyper-beast. Its body was jet black, sleek and menacing, with doors that opened like the Batmobile's—utterly seamless once closed. The cockpit was sealed like a fighter jet, tinted in blood-red glass that gleamed like demonic eyes.
Every inch of it radiated danger. Just standing in front of it made Leon's pulse quicken.
"Holy… damn." He let out a low whistle. "Now this… this is a man's car."
Compared to this, Medusa looked like a dainty little sister. The Silver Marauder suddenly seemed almost modest.
Leon ran his hand over the cold black metal, grinning from ear to ear. "System… what's the performance like?"
"The Diomas Nilo utilizes plasma drive, which outperforms nuclear power on the racetrack. Maximum speed: 900 kilometers per hour. Torque: 20,000 Nm. Endurance: permanent."
Leon nearly fell over. Nine hundred km/h. Permanent fuel. Stronger torque than anything ever conceived. The kind of specs that didn't just break records—they shattered science.
"Let's see them try to counter this," he muttered, lips curling into a smirk.
While Dominic and O'Neal were probably sweating over ways to counter the Silver Marauder, Leon was already two steps ahead—trading up to a machine that shouldn't even exist in this world. By the time they came prepared, he'd crush their strategies with a car they couldn't even comprehend.
Just imagining their stunned faces made him laugh out loud.
Satisfied, Leon shut the garage and finally went to wash up. After pulling an all-nighter and sleeping half the day away, he was starving. He cooked himself steak, pasta, and salad, plopping down at the table while flicking on the TV.
The first thing he saw made him pause.
"Breaking news: Last night, the West Coast crowned its new God of Cars…"
His name was everywhere. The coverage hadn't slowed—it was spreading faster.
Odd. Why hadn't any reporters called him yet? By now, Trish and half the press corps should've been blowing up his phone.
He grabbed his mobile—and realized the problem. Dead battery.
When it powered back up, his inbox went insane.
Thousands of unread messages, flooding in at once, nearly crashing the SIM card.
Leon's jaw dropped. "What the hell…?"
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