While Yaochi was resting, she memorized the nearby map and knew where there was a place to change clothes.

A place that resembles a racetrack.

Unexpectedly, the place was packed with people, their shouts, screams, and excitement filling every corner.

"Let us welcome the Imperial Speedster—Silvia!"

"Oh!" "Oh!" "Oh!"

It's clearly the middle of nowhere, I don't know where all these people came from.

The spaceship's mechs hovered high in the night sky, their enormous searchlights illuminating the mountains and fields.

Various types of mechs crowded both sides of the track, while drones flew low overhead, spraying confetti and fireworks.

"Sylvia! Sylvia! Sylvia!"

Amidst the unified chanting, a mech descended from the sky and crashed into the ground with a loud bang.

The humanoid mecha transformed the moment it landed, and with a creaking mechanical sound, it became a black motorcycle with green energy stripes. A woman wearing a form-fitting power armor sat on the motorcycle.

The virtual projection magnified her to the size of a mountain.

She raised her right hand.

"ah!

"!" A female audience member next to Li Changzhou screamed as if she wanted to tear her chest apart.

"Sylvia!" "Sylvia!" "Sylvia!"

A thunderous cheer erupted.

Not to mention the four country bumpkins from the global village, even Bea Triss was immediately captivated by the scene before her.

“Sylvia, the Empire’s Speedster, has won the World Mech Racing Championship for three consecutive years,” Bea Triss murmured.

"Do you know her?" Li Qianxia asked softly.

“Hmm,” Bea Triss looked at Sylvia’s virtual projection, “I used to watch racing competitions a lot. I preferred these to war mechs. Last year for my birthday, my father… even gave me a Sylvia-signed Speedster.”

As she spoke, the excitement of meeting her idol gradually faded, and Bea Triss's expression turned somber again, her voice growing weaker and weaker.

"Second place, the younger brother of {Extinction}! The fastest man in the Empire! A.Z.Na.Wul~!"

The younger brother of {Extinguished}?

All five people looked at the virtual projection at the same time.

An eight-meter-tall mech charged wildly from the top of another small hill.

With a swing of his arms, trees and straw were swept down like straw; with a leap, huge craters were left in his wake.

A drone approached the camera lens, only to be grabbed by the mecha and stuffed into its "mouth" and eaten.

"Hahahaha!" A wild laugh erupted as the mech soared into the sky and landed on the track.

The mecha landed on its forelimbs, transformed, and unfolded into a wild and domineering off-road vehicle.

The cockpit was converted into a seat, and inside, besides Aznavur, was a woman with a figure that could be a young model.

"Damn it, remember this!" Aznavur stood on the SUV, giving everyone the middle finger. "One day, when {Extinction} takes the stage, the host's line will be—'Aznavur's sister...'"

"Go away!" The audience erupted in a huge chorus of boos.

Clearly, this is not the first time Aznavur has said this in public.

"Is this person powerful?" Li Qianxia asked again.

She was curious about the world herself, and also wanted to distract Bea Triss.

"The book 'Mach 10' says that Aznavul's talent in racing mechs is equal to his sister's talent in combat mechs."

"That powerful? Then why wasn't he a match for that Sylvia?"

"He only debuted last year and had been competing with his sister for the {Burning} driving qualification. When he lost, the previous World Championship had already ended. However, in the {Moonlight} speed competition this spring, he lost to Silvia by only half a second. Many authoritative media outlets, including 'Mach 10,' have said that he may win the championship in this year's competition."

This was the first time Li Qianxia had heard Bei Ya Triss say so much.

Bea Triss turned to look at her; half of her face was illuminated by the light, and the other half was in the shadows.

"Xia, I want to be willful one last time and watch the whole game, okay?"

“Of course…” Li Qianxia said, then pursed her lips.

This is not something she can decide.

If the Imperial mechs catch up, their lives will be in danger. Yaochi will definitely kill Bea Triss, causing the mission to fail.

“No.” Li Changzhou and the other two walked over.

Bea Triss looked at them, her face becoming more shadowed.

She nodded slowly: "Yes, I understand. Let's go."

“What’s the point of just watching?” Li Changzhou laughed. “We want to participate.”

"Wh-what?" Bea Triss was stunned. She looked up, her face becoming brighter and brighter.

Yang Qinglan took out a flyer: "The finish line of this race is Lanke Lake on the outskirts of the capital."

She handed the flyer to Bea Triss and continued to explain, "We need to find a few people to borrow clothes and identities from, but you have to pilot the mech—can you pilot a racing mech?"

“…Thank you.” Bea Triss lowered her head, her blonde hair almost transparent under the intense searchlight.

"We're not doing this for you. Whether you like racing or not, we'll choose this method to get to the capital before noon tomorrow," Yang Qinglan said.

“I know.” Beatrice looked up and said with a shy smile, “I’m so happy to be with you all in the end.”

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