Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon

Chapter 218 217:Laughter

When Rosa asked him if he knew how to drive, he was surprised by that question. Although it was evident that Rosa wanted him to drive, he didn't expect her to leave the steering wheel so abruptly.

He was about to curse at her carelessness, but a second later, his words got stuck in his throat when he saw the steering wheel fold itself before entering the dashboard, and then it emerged in front of him.

Corey looked at the steering wheel blankly. Then, his gaze shifted to Rosa, who had cut her wrists.

"Retractable steering wheel."

Rosa said without looking at Corey. Her eyes closed, and Corey saw her forehead covered in sweat.

Corey looked away from Rosa and gave a glance towards a particular button that was beside the gear.

'From Rosa's actions and words, that should be the button to activate the retractable steering wheel.'

Corey thought, and then he held the steering wheel.

'Wait. What of the pedals?'

Corey looked down, and as he did, he saw two pedals emerge from his feet.

'Well, that's oddly convenient.'

A small smile appeared on Corey's lips, and in the next moment, his legs slammed unto the throttle with full force.

VROOM!

WHOOOSH!

"FUCK ME SIDEWAYS! YOU'RE ALSO CRAZY LIKE THAT BITCH!"

"DO YOU WANT TO KILL US?!"

"WOOHOO!!! LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOO!!!"

Ignoring Fatty's panicked shout, Corey shouted at the top of his voice as Racing Wolf moved at its average 'top' speed.

Although driving at the current speed was not too dangerous for individuals like Corey, Rosa, Fatty Black Bonez, and Divine, what was dangerous was going at that speed on the road of the mountains of soundless death.

Aside from the road being narrow, the route also had so many twists and turns, and to Fatty's fear, they were approaching a sharp corner.

Corey squinted his eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips. He changed the gear, turned the steering wheel, and performed one of the best drifts humanity has ever seen.

A deafening screeching sound could be heard as the back tires of Racing Wolf released vast amounts of smoke.

As Corey drifted, the distance between the rear bumper and the closest mountain was barely an inch.

Some seconds passed, and they came to the end of the bend.

Corey turned the steering wheel, and after struggling a bit, he could properly adjust the car's direction.

Silence enveloped the car for a few seconds, and then a chuckle escaped Corey's lips before becoming a full-blown laugh. His team members had various reactions as they looked at Corey, who was laughing while driving.

Rosa looked at him with warmth spreading on her cheeks and a particularly private part of her body.

Divine looked at him with a surprised expression for a few seconds, and then he turned his gaze to the mountains or, more precisely, the mountain peaks.

Meanwhile, Fatty…

"Mad people. I'm fucking surrounded by mad people."

Fatty mumbled as he looked around and felt unsafe around his teammates anymore. He even felt that his teammates were probably out to get him.

'Did I perhaps take their girlfriends?'

Corey eventually stopped laughing and decided to focus on the road. He glanced at Rosa, wondering how she was dealing with the poison in her system.

A surprised expression appeared on his face when he saw a black ball of blood the size of a baseball hover beneath her wrist, which was still leaking black drops of blood.

'She's expelling the poison from her system using her blood.'

Corey thought, then he looked at Fatty Black Bonez, who, after calming down a bit, still had a wary glint and fearful glint in his eyes, was looking at his ring finger on his left hand, which was now blacker than black.

He gritted his teeth, held his ring finger, and yanked it with full force.

A soft groan escaped Fatty's lips, and with tears threatening to spill from his eyes, he looked at the space of his ring finger, which was spewing out black blood, and he gritted his teeth in anger.

He looked at Rosa, and words that he would never have spoken on a typical day left his lips:

"Hey Witch. Can't you do something about- HMMMM!"

"Who are you calling a witch, you bloody coward of a womanizer?"

Rosa's hell-freezing voice reached the ears of Fatty, and a bloody chill crept into the depths of his soul as he looked into Rosa's menacing, blood-red eyes. The unrestrained killing intent emitted from Rosa doused every bit of anger in him.

He nodded like a chicken pecking rice and didn't bother removing a clothe made from blood stuffed in his mouth.

Although the smell was terrible and it tasted like shit, Fatty was too scared of Rosa.

Rosa ignored Fatty, and she turned to Corey. Corey raised an eyebrow as he looked at her.

"Pull the wiper lever up."

She said, and Corey did as he was told. The moment he did that, the windows moved upwards and closed, and a suction force emerged from the car, absorbing all the air and poison from the vehicle and pushing it out into the environment.

After the poison-contaminated air was expelled from the car, new and pure air was injected into the Racing Wolf.

From where?

Corey does not know.

Although Corey was curious about the mechanism Divine, Rosa, and whoever built the car used to produce clean air, he didn't care too much about that.

With the air-tight sealed window and the introduction of clean air, his teammates don't have to worry about getting poisoned again… or at least getting poisoned at a fast rate.

As for him, he was a poison warlock, and his poison resistance was level 3. He had no issues with the poison.

'Did Divine somewhat expect the air to be poisoned in one of the zones?'

Corey questioned in his mind as he wondered how their captain could make a vehicle with a counter to the poisonous air.

Although in Corey's eyes, Divine looked surprised when he realized that the air was poisoned, the fact that he decided to make a vehicle with a modification that could protect one from contaminated air.

'Divine said that the Clown cheated him and did not give him all the information for the death race, so that means he shouldn't have known about the poisonous air.'

Corey's brows furrowed slightly, but then he shrugged and decided to push the matter to the back of his mind.

As long as Divine was not against him or harming anybody he cared about, he didn't care about something as trivial as this.

'I wonder how many people would be able to pass through the zone due to the poison. Most will probably die, and I wonder how many people are in front of us.'

Corey sighed as he had this thought, and just as he did, a loud rumble akin to thunder resounded from the mountains, shaking every contestant to their core.

"Kid."

Corey was still trying to fathom what that sound was. Because although it sounded like thunder, it was… different.

And was it just him, or was Racing Wolf swerving to the sides more than usual?

Why did it seem like the ground was shaking in his eyes?

As these thoughts went through Corey's head, he heard Divine's voice and looked at him through the rear-view mirror.

Corey's heart began to beat faster as he looked at Divine, who had the grimmest expression he had ever seen, and the tone of his following words made the atmosphere much worse.

"Drive faster, or we all die."