The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295 The Doomsday Grid

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Her slender frame made the iron beast look colossally massive, as though her delicate hands could barely span the grips.

Against the mechanical monster, Isabella looked like a frail girl who had wandered onto the tarmac by mistake, the stark contrast striking to the eye.

Knitting her brows, Isabella adjusted her oversized hoodie, rolling the cuffs up past her elbows to lock them in place, Much better–now I can move freely.

Isabella nodded with satisfaction, lest the loose fabric hinder her reflexes.

As she settled in, the trembling waiter nervously mounted the Steelwing.

He didn’t look like a complete novice on two wheels, but having never handled a superbike of this caliber, his posture was stiff and awkward, unsure of where to place his boots.

Isabella leaned casually against the tank, her entire posture fluid and relaxed.

At first glance, her stance didn’t conform to standard track posture either.

After all, her riding mastery had been forged across combat getaways, not refined in sterile motorsport academies.

“Racers ready… Go!”

At the starter pistol’s crack, both machines surged forward in a blur of acceleration.

Suddenly-

“Wait!”

The motorsport club manager shot out of his seat, screaming in panic.

But Isabella and the waiter were already tearing down the straightaway.

Noah knitted his brows, glaring at the manager, “What’s your problem? Why are you yelling?”

A knot of anxiety tightened in Noah’s chest.

Beads of cold sweat dripped down the manager’s forehead as he stammered, “Earlier… Mr. Wayne, you requested the obstacle sprint.

“We already reconfigured the track layout and rules.

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Chapter 295 The Doomsday Grid

“The obstacle parameters have already been uploaded to the mainframe.

“I forgot in all the chaos!”

Guilt and panic washed over him.

Caught up in the high–stakes confrontation between Isabella and Damian, the track reconfiguration had slipped his mind entirely.

Only after the bikes launched did he realize the catastrophic oversight.

It’s over… I just sent Ms. Powell straight into a death trap.

A wave of bittern

he manager’s heart.

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Noah had defe green flag d

It’s ruined

An obs

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rom a beating, yet he had bungled this critical detail right as the

avily favored lightweight agility, severely penalizing a heavyweight ast that relied on torque and mass.

ly planned to run the course on his own lighter frame without touching the y creating this disastrous mismatch.

ned of color as he seized the manager’s collar, “Lock down the circuit and abort OW!”

east on a straight drag was one thing, but an obstacle sprint demanded surgical n a frame that was heavily handicapped.

es could dance around hazards, and to show off his skills, Noah had specifically dialed b’s Doomsday Ruins simulation, a cutting–edge, ultra–hard simulation designed with n hazards to mimic navigating an apocalyptic wasteland.

Isabella crashes on the Beast G50032?!

manager offered a grim

asday Ruins, and d

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