If he tried to earn money the honest way, there was no way he'd ever make a hundred million.
But if the system issued missions, the rewards would be astronomical.
"Completing missions not only grants money, but also experience levels—and sometimes top-tier components."
"Levels? What's that?" Leon asked curiously.
"Open your status panel," the system replied bluntly.
The blue store interface vanished from his mind, replaced by a glowing attributes board:
Name: Leon
Level: 1
Strength +115
Speed +110
Marksmanship +104
Combat +102
…
The list went on and on—over a hundred entries, covering everything from physical fitness to overall health. It was more detailed than a full medical examination.
"Each mission completed raises your level by at least one."
"Every level up increases all attributes by 100."
"As a bonus from your Newbie Gift Pack, all attributes have already been boosted by 100."
In an instant, every attribute on his panel jumped by a hundred points. His level became Level 1.
If he just reached Level 10, he'd be unstoppable in this world.
A sharpshooter who never missed.
A man who could run as fast as a sports car.
The raw strength to lift an armored vehicle with his bare hands.
Things that ordinary people would think impossible, he could accomplish with ease.
Ten missions? Piece of cake.
Leon's blood boiled with anticipation—he could barely contain his excitement.
"Give me a mission already!" he shouted impatiently.
"Mission issued: Proceed to the designated location and hijack a truck. Seize the container."
A new marker appeared on his dashboard navigation system, just over a hundred kilometers away.
Leon's eyes gleamed. Isn't this exactly how Fast & Furious begins—with hijacking a truck?
The road ahead was wide and empty, perfect for a no-holds-barred race.
His blood surged with adrenaline.
"Switch to manual mode!"
Leon slammed the gas pedal. The engine roared like a wild beast.
The center console rose up, revealing a manual gearshift.
Clutch, gear, accelerator—his hands and feet moved in perfect sync. Leon let out a wild cry as the car roared forward.
"Silver Marauder!" he declared, christening the car with its new name.
The supercar burst from the garage in a thunderous roar, like a marauder ready to smash through everything in its path.
"Yoo-hoo!!"
At 700 kilometers per hour, the car streaked across the road like a silver bolt of lightning, leaving behind a violent storm in its wake.
As it tore past a nearby village, the locals were stunned.
They didn't even see it clearly—just a flash of silver, there and gone in an instant.
"What was that just now?"
"So fast!"
"Those were tire marks—it had to be a car!"
"No way! There's no car in the world that fast!"
Shocked, the villagers stared at the smoking tire tracks scorched into the ground.
At one sharp turn, a black skid mark cut across the corner, trailing smoke.
He didn't even slow down?
He drifted the corner at full speed?!
Car God?
The villagers trembled. In all the surrounding counties, who could drift that cleanly, without even slowing down?
Could their tiny village actually be home to a Car God?
The thought alone was staggering.
Leon, however, ignored the awestruck peasants. He was too absorbed in the thrill of the ride.
With the Car God bloodline awakened, these roads posed no challenge.
He drifted with ease, always finding the perfect racing line, never once touching the brakes.
The car felt like an extension of his body—downshifting, upshifting, pedal to the floor—every move was razor-sharp.
A stable 700 km/h, maxing out without pause.
No need to worry about fuel. Just pure exhilaration.
Following the navigation marker, he soon spotted his target.
…
Up ahead was a massive truck hauling a loaded shipping container.
And trailing behind it—three Hennessey Venom F5 supercars.
Each one was powered by a 6.6L twin-turbocharged V8 engine.
Top speed: 480 km/h.
Maximum output: 1817 horsepower.
Peak torque: 1762 Nm.
Their undercarriages glowed with flashing yellow lights, their bodies sleek and aggressive.
The three cars split formation. One raced ahead to block the truck's path, while the other two pulled up to its sides.
Suddenly, harpoon guns fired from the supercars, piercing through the container's steel shell and hooking firmly into place.
"Haha, too easy!"
"Five million dollars worth of goods—about to be ours."
"Those suckers never stood a chance. We're invincible!"
"Champagne tonight!"
The men inside the cars whooped and cheered. They had pulled this trick many times—hook the container, and the job was basically done.
The lead driver, a bald man with bulging muscles like a tank, was called Dominic.
"Stay sharp, don't get careless," Dominic warned. He drew a pistol and leveled it at the truck driver's cab.
The truck driver, a middle-aged man, had already sensed doom when the three supercars surrounded him.
Now, seeing the gun, he panicked. His face went pale as death, and he slammed the brakes.
Tires screeched. Smoke billowed.
They had him.
Dominic grinned triumphantly and began slowing his own car. Just as he was about to step out—
A terrifying roar thundered from behind.
It was like a golden dragon soaring into the sky, claws and fangs bared, racing straight toward them with a deafening bellow.
"This sound…" Dominic's face changed drastically.
With his knowledge of cars, he was certain—this engine note didn't belong to any existing machine.
What the hell kind of engine was this?!