The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 501

Previously, Ragnar slammed the accelerator the moment the start signal flashed.

The VÖXEN Gen-6 roared like a beast unleashed.

This machine could break 1,000 km/h without hesitation, while Alex’s first-generation VÖXEN struggled at 500 km/h on its best day.

Ragnar knew the math.

Start fast.

Hit hard.

Build a gap Alex could never cross.

And he didn’t just want to win—he wanted to bury Alex in humiliation.

He launched straight to 200 km/h, then climbed past 800 km/h, carving through the track with ruthless precision.

By the time he completed five out of ten laps, he glanced at his speedometer—857 km/h and rising.

“There’s no damn way that bastard with a 500-km/h coffin can keep up with me,” Ragnar snarled. “Even if his junk explodes, he still won’t touch my speed.”

But on the way into lap six—

A black blur shot past him so violently it felt like the air had been ripped open.

Ragnar’s eyes went wide.

It was Alex’s VÖXEN.

That ancient machine wasn’t supposed to even breathe in the same league as him. Yet Alex blasted forward like a phantom and vanished into the next corner.

“What the hell—NO. No, that’s impossible!” Ragnar barked, looking down at his gauge.

888 km/h.

At that speed, no first-gen VÖXEN could pass him. It defied physics, engineering, and common sense.

Then Alex’s car shot past him again, this time even closer, the shockwave slamming into Ragnar’s hood so hard his entire vehicle shuddered.

Each pass sent a violent gust that rattled the Gen-6 like tin in a storm.

“Impossible…” Ragnar whispered, breath unstable, hands trembling around the steering wheel.

And he wasn’t the only one shaken.

The spectators stared in stunned silence. Minutes ago, they were certain Alex was doomed—yet now, during lap five, Alex not only caught up… he was overtaking Ragnar like he’d been waiting for the right moment to strike.

Then, suddenly, Alex’s car didn’t just overtake—

It took off, leaving Ragnar so far behind that the chase felt like a bad joke.

Up in the commentator’s booth, panic erupted.

“We—uh—let’s check the stats! Look at the screen, folks!” the stadium commentator shouted, shoving the data feed onto the giant monitors.

The entire arena gasped as the numbers lit up.

“The first-generation VÖXEN jumped from a lazy 20 km/h to 200 km/h in an instant,” the commentator shouted, his voice breaking with shock.

“But now—my God—look at this! It’s blasting past 2,000 km/h… and the speed is still climbing! Four thousand kilometers per hour—no signs of slowing at all! This is insane!”

Below, Alex’s car became a streak looping the stadium, tearing the air apart.

The sound wasn’t an engine—it was a sonic blade, breaking wind barriers, shaking every seat, every ribcage, every inch of steel.

Ragnar watched helplessly as the shadow of Alex’s VÖXEN flashed ahead again—

A humiliation deeper than any defeat he had ever tasted.

Some people screamed from pure adrenaline at the speed on the track.

But those who had bet on the VÖXEN Gen-6 couldn’t fully celebrate.

Something felt wrong.

When the Gen-6 finished lap six…

Alex’s first-generation VÖXEN had already crossed the same lap.

And Alex’s speed kept rising.

Faster. Faster. Unstoppable.

By the time Ragnar reached lap seven, Alex’s car was already blasting through the finish line, completing all ten laps.

Alex had won.

A humiliating, overwhelming, landslide victory.

The entire stadium exploded the moment the ancient first-gen VÖXEN shot across the finish line.

The Eden Group even fired celebratory fireworks into the air as Alex rolled to a stop.

Ragnar saw Alex waiting calmly at the finish line… and his knees nearly buckled.

What was happening?!

What the hell was going on?!

Since when could a Gen-1 obliterate a Gen-6 like this?

No. It couldn’t be real.

It had to be cheating.

That bastard must have modified his car.

Ragnar glided to a halt beside Alex’s vehicle.

He jumped out, face red, voice cracking with fury.

“You bastard! How dare you cheat!”

“I didn’t,” Alex replied, calm as stone.

“Impossible!” Ragnar shouted. “A first-generation VÖXEN cannot reach four thousand kilometers per hour! You modified that car—illegal modification! The VÖXEN Corporation will bury you for this!”

Sofina and Renata bit their lips hard.

They knew the Gen-1 was modified.

If this came out… it meant cheating.

It meant losing everything.

But Alex only shrugged.

“I told you—I never modified the car. Just accept your loss.”

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