Overtake: Reincarnated in the Racing Realm

The flames stretched across the entire track.

There was no gap, no way around. Only through.

The other racers had already begun slowing down, searching for the safest path.

But Ren?

He slammed the accelerator.

His instincts screamed. His cheat ability flickered to life.

—Absolute Calibration Activated—

Data poured into his brain.

Flame temperature: 1200°C.

Duration before burnout: 3.8 seconds.

Weakest ignition point detected.

A tiny sliver of fire, burning at lower intensity near the left side of the track.

Not an opening—but a weak spot.

Ren's hands moved automatically.

Grit teeth. Hold the line. Execute.

He tapped the brakes—just once.

The sudden deceleration shifted his weight forward—causing the car's back end to kick outward.

—Manual Drift Activated—

The car swung sideways, positioning itself at an almost impossible angle.

Just as the flames engulfed him.

FWOOOOSH!

For an instant, he saw nothing but fire. His HUD dimmed from the intense heat.

Temperature rising—WARNING—Tire integrity dropping—

Skill Replication: Heat Resistance Line Activated.

Ren's cheat adapted on the fly, mimicking the tire resistance of a professional endurance racer.

The burning tarmac threatened to melt his wheels—but he kept pushing.

Then—he was through.

A burst of cool air slammed into him. His vision cleared.

And just ahead, the top 3 racers were now in his sights.

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"WARNING: FINAL STRETCH APPROACHING"

The track straightened out. No more traps.

Just raw speed.

Ren flicked his eyes to his speedometer. He was still behind.

Top Speed: 312 km/h.

Opponent Speeds: 320+ km/h.

Not fast enough.

Not yet.

Ren's HUD flickered.

Skill Points Available: 1

Upgrade Absolute Calibration?

A grin stretched across his face.

Yes.

—Absolute Calibration Upgraded—

New Feature Unlocked: Acceleration Overclock.

Ren's engine roared to life.

His RPM shot up past the red zone. A limiter-breaking overclock.

350 km/h… 370… 390…

The racers ahead finally noticed him.

Their heads snapped to the side, eyes wide.

Ren shot past one. Then two.

And now—only one was left.

Ryoji Takasuke.

First place.

Ren's smile sharpened.

"I'm taking that spot."