Recoil skipped a breath while he took in the interior of Eternity Auto store room. It was filled with every type of car imaginable.
" Whoa" he breathed slack jawed. Rows of hypercars gleamed under soft, futuristic lighting. Bugattis, Koenigseggs, Lamborghinis, even a few concept models that didn't exist in the real world. It was a petrolhead's heaven, rendered in near-perfect detail by the game's hyper-realism engine.
Nova chimed in with a playful tone. "Welcome to paradise, Recoil. I suggest keeping your jaw attached while shopping."
A smooth-voiced, hovering NPC assistant walked toward him."Greetings, player Recoil. Based on your victory in the Tier-Six Death Race and your possession of the Ignis Artifact, you now qualify for Tier-Three elite vehicles. Would you like a curated recommendation?"
Recoil raised a brow. "You got something with fire, speed, and class?"
The assistant rotated and pointed a finger toward a raised platform in the middle of the room. The car resting there looked like it had been born from thunder.
A Lamborghini Centenario—custom painted in obsidian black with glowing red streaks etched across the sides like lightning scars. Aggressive lines, low chassis, plasma-lit rims.
The sleek frame sat low like a panther poised to strike with plasma-lit rims, dynamic air flaps, armored undercarriage—it looked like it could outrun death itself.
"Damn," Recoil muttered, already picturing himself behind the wheel.
**Lamborghini Centenario LP 770-4**
Tier: 3 (Elite)
Rarity: Rare
Class: Hypercar
Speed: 261mph (420km/h)
Acceleration: 0–60 mph in 2.7 seconds
Handling: 85 (Elite)
Braking: 90 (Top-tier)
Level: 9
Upgrade Points: 7
Engine: 6.5L V12 (770 HP)
Transmission: 7-Speed ISR Automated Manual
Suspension: Adaptive Air Suspension
Brakes: Carbon-Ceramic Discs with 10-Piston Calipers
Paint: Phantom Eclipse (Obsidian Black with Crimson Glow)
Decals: Custom Recoil insignia on hood and spoiler
Wheels: 21-inch carbon-forged rims with Michelin Pilot Sport Cup 2 tires
Body Kit: Carbon fiber wide-body kit with dynamic aero flaps
Nova hummed. "Stats are strong. Handling's better than the Sián, acceleration's lethal, and armor rating is... suspiciously high. They're expecting more than just races moving forward."
Recoil stepped closer, his hand brushing the driver-side door as it lifted automatically. The scent of leather and ozone filled his nostrils.
"I'll take it."
"Transaction complete," the NPC declared. "Would you like to name your vehicle?"
Recoil grinned. "Yeah. Call her Phantom Blaze."
The Centenario roared to life as he slid into the cockpit. The HUD lit up with glowing red lines tracing stats, maps, and threat indicators. The engine's growl sent vibrations through the steering wheel—and into his bones.
A new ride meant a new level—and with The Reaper, and who knows who else gunning for him... he'd need it.
"Time to put pride on the pavement," he whispered, revving the engine as the auto bay opened…
Meanwhile, in the twisted hellscape of Dimension: Doom, Reaper paced.
He was seething.
Reaper gritted his teeth in barely concealed rage while he waited for noobs to show up.
Rage that Recoil had survived the bombing. Rage that he'd come third in the last race. Boiling anger coiled just beneath his skin.
The portal again opened interrupting Reaper's train of thought and Noobs stepped through.
"What's up?" he asked, surveying the infernal dimension. "Doom's like your favorite place, huh? Met you here twice now."
" Excuse me I'll skip the banter" Reaper grinded out. " I need you to get me the info on Recoil"
Noobs warm brown eyes lit up, he recognized the name. " Oh the player! He's on his way to becoming a superstar and his participation in that race was sick! He…" He stopped when Reaper's icy gaze locked on him.
"What do you want with him?". "I want his real name. Address. Everything."
Noobs hesitated. "Sorry, but that's something I can't deliver. It's about as easy as hacking into the devs hard vault -practically impossible. All player info's encrypted—even the devs—"
"I'll triple your usual pay." Noobs blinked again. "Triple?"
"I could go higher. Just do it," Reaper growled and turned on his heel.
He disappeared through the portal, leaving Noobs frozen in place—gum stopped mid-chew.
"Man's serious… but that data's like trying to hack a ghost." Noobs mumbled.
Recoil stood in a private training circle deep under the city. Maverick, his mentor, circled him with that same gruff expression he always wore when things were about to get real.
Recoil groaned from the impact of being slammed against the hard floor of the training circle again.
Name: Recoil Coins: 10350
Height: 6 feet 1inch
Rank: C {Amateur I} XP: 255/400
HP: 266/300 MP: 200/200
Strength: 55. Accuracy%: 45
Stamina: 40. Agility: 30
Luck: 30 Available stats point: 60. Available skill points: 40
**Weapons**
–Backpack capacity–: 4/10
Dual Glock 19cc { -75 points damage,clip size: 9, reload time:15secs, range: 100 metres}
Remington shotgun LV2{ -90 points damage, clip size: 9, reload time:25secs, range: 97 metres}
Saber blade XR { -36 points damage}
Phantom fang { -130 points damage, critical hit damage -150}
Grenades x10 [ -250 points damage, 10 metres blast radius]
N/A…
***Skills***
Basic street fighting ( Lv5)
Quantum leap (Lv 1)
***Accessories***
Dark hoodie, tracksuit bottoms and trainers.
Meanwhile at Maverick's private training centre underneath Valerion.
Good to see you too, Mav," Recoil coughed, rubbing his ribs.
"It's been a while," Maverick grunted. "I forgot how to go easy."
Recoil laughed, despite the ache. "I've been busy crushing skulls and winning races."
"I noticed. And that car… damn fine piece of machinery. You'll need it."
Recoil's face grew serious. "Yeah. I've got a feeling it will be needed."
Maverick's eyes narrowed. "Then let's sharpen those edges. You've got more than rivals coming for you, kid."
Recoil nodded. "Bring it on." Maverick looked into Recoil's eyes and gave a slight nod of approval. Determination was writ large in his young trainee's eyes the fact that he was going to win the prize was certain but the road to success in the game was filled with ups and downs.
Only the truly determined can be assured of achieving it.