"Rookie?"
The young man was momentarily stunned. It had been so long since anyone had used that term to describe him.
"Are you trying to mess with me?" the young man asked the Ferrari driver.
The Ferrari driver chuckled. "Mess with you? You wish! Come on, try to catch me. If you do, I'll give you a little something-something!"
"Alright!" The young man nodded, closed his eyes, and began searching for the feeling of driving a race car again.
After a moment, he opened his eyes, shifted into first gear, and then gradually released the clutch while pressing the accelerator. The entire action was seamless.
"This feels exactly like driving a race car in real life!"
The young man was momentarily disoriented. He didn't feel like he was playing a game, but rather reliving his glory days on the racetrack. His whole body was surging with adrenaline; his blood felt like it was on fire.
"Let's go!"
With no restrictions on aerodynamics, fuel flow, or electric output, the modified 1160-horsepower four-cylinder V4 turbo gasoline engine instantly brought the race car's speed to its maximum as it hurtled towards the Green Hell racetrack.
The Porsche 919 Hybrid EVO transformed into a beast at that moment. With a deep roar, it turned into a streak of light, shooting forward.
The young man was loving it!
The driving experience here was just as good as, no, even better than, driving in real life!
After all, in reality, physical condition and weather conditions can affect your driving experience.
But in the game, these factors are optimized by the system, so you don't have to worry about anything.
"Awesome is an understatement!"
The young man was in high spirits, letting loose and humming a tune without a care in the world.
At the same time, players finally remembered that this was a racing game.
Little by little, they drove their race cars slowly toward the finish line.
At that moment, Jake was also observing the players' every move from a God's-eye view.
"Bro, what are you doing?"
"What's going on? Why are these players treating a racing game like a demolition derby?"
"Alright! You finally realized you're supposed to be on the track! You're a little slow, but at least you're on the right track. I'm so proud of you guys!"
At this time, he was like an old mother, cheering for each of the players.
After all, if the players got good results, his arcade could unlock the next game, "The Final Stand."
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What!
Why not use Fame Points to unlock it? Wouldn't that be faster and more convenient?
To that, Jake could only say, "What kind of family background do you need to have to spend money when you can get it for free?"
The joy of getting something for free is unimaginable!
Supported by this belief, Jake stared intently at each player's performance, secretly cheering them on.
"The kid driving the BMW, don't give up! Failure is the mother of success, haven't you heard that saying?"
"The blonde mullet dude, can you change cars? What do you think you're doing driving a clunker on the racetrack?"
"Bro, please stop ramming the NPCs. They have system protection, you can't kill them!"
Five minutes later, Jake's throat was already dry, but the players hadn't changed much.
Jake indignantly said, "What a bunch of losers! You're the worst group of tourists I've ever had!"
"Wait..."
"Holy crap, that technique!"
"Awesome!"
Just when Jake was about to despair, a Porsche sports car suddenly appeared on the track, speeding along the winding road like lightning.
It drove steadily on the straightaways, with no signs of turbulence or loss of control.
And when cornering, the car only slowed down slightly, still maintaining speeds of over 120 mph.
What did that mean!
Generally speaking, exceeding 75 mph on the highway is considered speeding!
But now, this race car was traveling at twice the highway's maximum speed!
And it was cornering!
Even the Mount Akina drift king would have to kneel down and call him grandpa.
After all, even if the AE86 ran itself to death, it couldn't reach that speed on the straightaways, let alone during cornering.
Jake's mind was completely focused on this Porsche sports car.
"Come on, you're our only hope," Jake cheered inwardly.
The young man was now in the zone, driving the race car with complete concentration.
His eyes were like those of an eagle, sharp and clear, able to see even the smallest pebbles scattered on the track.
His brain was like a computer, processing information at high speed, inputting everything his eyes observed and analyzing the best route for the race car in the next second in less than a second.
The muscle memory of his limbs was also activated at this moment. As soon as the brain gave the command, shifting gears and turning the steering wheel were all completed instantly.
Unknowingly, he had already overtaken the Ferrari race car.
The Ferrari driver pulled his car to the side of the road and shouted, "Hey, don't you want your reward?"
Before he could finish speaking, the Porsche sports car broke its speed limit, increasing it slightly again.
Before long, the young man drove his race car to the middle of the track, where the road conditions were more complex and difficult.
Even the young man felt the difficulty.
After all, he hadn't driven a race car on the track for a long time.
And this track was the Green Hell that had claimed the lives of legends.
Cold sweat began to break out on the young man's forehead, and his movements became a little flustered.
The car's speed was erratic, clearly lacking the ease it had shown before.
"Not good!" Jake noticed this scene and became so nervous that he couldn't speak, only silently praying and cheering for the young man in his heart.
Unfortunately, the gods didn't seem to receive Jake's prayers.
At a sharp turn, the young man lost control of the race car and flew off the track, crashing into towering trees before disintegrating and exploding.
"Ah!" Jake screamed.
He was heartbroken that he hadn't managed to get something for free.
The young man walked out of the respawn point, his face not showing any frustration, but rather excitement.
"I'm sure I can conquer this track if I try a few more times!" The young man clenched his fists and laughed.
He hadn't practiced racing in a long time, so he was already doing well to drive like this.
As long as he ran a few more times, he could find his rhythm. It wouldn't be difficult to complete the entire Green Hell course, but the results might not be that fast.
But that didn't matter!
If it wasn't fast enough, he would just practice more!
This was a game, after all. He didn't have to worry about his life as he would when practicing on a real racetrack, where he had to consider his safety at every turn.
In the game, he could boldly experiment and dare to push himself in many areas.
The young man believed that in time, he would be able to achieve amazing results on the Green Hell track!
"Honey, how are you?"
Just as the young man was lost in his imagination, Lynn came over, her big eyes as if filled with tears, sparkling with a crystal light in the sun, looking at the young man with great concern.
