Chapter 39 Lykan HyperSport

Chapter 39  Lykan HyperSport Noah stepped out of the restaurant, feeling the warm evening breeze against his face. The sun was still up in the air

He had just said his goodbyes to Aiden and his dad and was thinking about the day's events when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Glancing at the screen, he raised an eyebrow—it was Jackson.

Jackson was a rich second-generation, amateur racing driver Noah had met a while back at the racetrack. He had asked Noah to exchange numbers, but this was the first time Noah had heard from him since then. Curious, Noah answered. Sёarᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Hello, Mr. Noah?" came Jackson's voice, sounding slightly unsure.

Noah smirked at the formality. "Just Noah is fine. What's up, Jackson?"

Jackson cleared his throat, sounding a bit more confident now. "Hey, man! So, I wanted to invite you to another race. I know it's been a minute since we last met, but this one's big. One of my friends, who's currently training for F1, couldn't believe your skills from the videos we took at the last race. He was stunned—said your precision and control behind the wheel were unreal."

Noah chuckled. "Is that so? He is praising me too much, I don't deserve it."

"You are too humble," Jackson continued, excitement building in his voice. "He's itching to race you, man. He wants to learn from you, and test his limits. But to make it worth your time, he's offering a challenge. If you win, the prize is $100,000."

Noah was about to respond when suddenly, he heard a familiar chime in his head.

[Ding! The Ultimate Choice System has been activated!]

[Option 1: Participate in the race and show your skills.]

[Reward: Lykan HyperSport]

[Option 2: Kindly reject the offer.]

[Reward: Coward Skill]

[Option 3: Participate in the race but stay low-key.]

[Reward: $100,000]

A slow grin spread across Noah's face. The first option gleamed in his mind. A Lykan HyperSport—one of the rarest, most exotic cars in the world, priced at over $3 million.

It was a beast of engineering, a car that Noah had only ever dreamed of owning. Sure, he had a Lamborghini, but a Lykan? That was a childhood dream for him.

And as a Fast & Fury fan, there was no way he could pass up an opportunity like this. The mere thought of driving a car that had been part of one of the most iconic chase scenes in movie history made his decision easy.

He glanced at the second option, smirking.

"Coward Skill?" No thanks. The name alone was enough for him to avoid that like the plague.

Noah chose the first option without hesitation.

"Jackson," Noah said, his voice now filled with confidence. "Tell your friend I'm in."

Jackson sounded thrilled. "I knew you'd say yes! Man, he's going to flip when he hears this. He's been training day and night, but honestly, after seeing you in action, I'm not sure he's ready for what you bring to the table."

Noah laughed lightly. "I'm looking forward to the race. Where's it going down?"

"We're setting up a private track just outside the city. It'll be an underground event—real exclusive. No cameras, no media, just pure racing. We'll send you the details and location later tonight," Jackson said. "Oh, and Noah, there's another catch—it's not just about the prize. This race will have some of the top amateur and semi-pro drivers watching. This could be the start of something bigger."

Noah raised an eyebrow. "Bigger how?"

"I'm talking sponsors, man. People are starting to notice you. The way you drove last time was… well, some are saying you're F1 material if you ever wanted to go down that road."

Noah paused, letting the idea hang in the air. F1? It wasn't something he had ever seriously considered, but he knew the world of motorsports was cutthroat, and competitive. And yet, the challenge was tempting.

"We'll see about that," Noah said, his voice calm. "I'm just in it for the thrill right now. But I'll take the race seriously, don't worry about that."

Jackson chuckled. "That's all I needed to hear, man. I'll send over everything you need. Oh, and bring your A-game. These guys don't mess around, even if they're not as good as you."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Noah hung up the phone. His mind raced just as fast as the cars he'd soon be driving. The idea of racing a future F1 driver with $100,000 on the line was enticing enough, but the thought of adding a Lykan HyperSport to his collection? That sealed the deal.

He pocketed his phone and looked around. Noah loved driving, and moments like this reminded him why. It wasn't just about the cars or the speed—it was about the challenge, the rush, the split-second decisions that made or broke a race.

The Lykan was parked in the same parking lot as his Lamborghini.

[Ding! Lykan HyperSport Is rewarded!]

[Ding! Lykan HyperSport is ready for collection at Great Charles car park, Level 1 Bay 1]

The Lykan was parked in the same parking lot as his Lamborghini.

Noah smirked to himself. "This is going to be fun."

An hour later, Noah made his way to the Great Charles car park, Level 1, Bay 1—where the Lykan HyperSport awaited him. The sleek, silver outline of the car was visible even from a distance.

As he approached, the light bounced off the Lykan's aggressively sharp lines, giving the hypercar an almost predatory look. It sat low, looking like it was ready to pounce, even at rest.

The body of the car was a masterpiece of engineering—futuristic, yet timeless. The front end featured those iconic jewel-like headlights, which were encrusted with diamonds, emitting a glow that was both intimidating and alluring.

The car's deep, angular design screamed power and speed. From the sculpted hood to the aerodynamic curves that guided the air along its frame, every inch of the Lykan was crafted for one thing—domination.

Noah took a moment to stand in front of it, admiring the sheer beauty of the car. "This..." he thought, "is what dreams are made of."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the key, feeling its weight in his hand. With a smooth press of a button, the doors of the Lykan HyperSport lifted upward like wings, welcoming him into its cockpit.

There was something magical about those suicide doors—another reminder of how this car was built for the extraordinary.

Noah stepped inside, and as he settled into the driver's seat, the rich scent of fresh leather filled his nostrils, intoxicating in its luxury. The seats themselves were beyond comfortable, wrapping around him like they were custom-molded for his body. The interior was just as breathtaking as the exterior—fine leather, carbon fiber, and brushed aluminum adorned every surface, giving the cabin a sleek, high-tech look.

Instead of traditional dials and buttons, everything was touch-sensitive, designed for a seamless, intuitive experience. The steering wheel, a mix of leather and carbon fiber, felt perfect in his hands.

He ran his fingers across the controls, smiling to himself. This wasn't just a car—it was a statement, a machine built for those who defied limits. The 3.7-liter twin-turbocharged flat-six engine purred softly as he pressed the start button, sending vibrations through the seat. The power under the hood, 780 horsepower to be exact, promised a thrill like no other.

As the engine roared to life, it sent a jolt of adrenaline through Noah. The sound alone was enough to give him goosebumps—deep, throaty, and full of raw power. He couldn't help but recall the first time he saw this car on screen, flying between skyscrapers. Now, here he was, about to drive it.

He grinned, glancing down at the coordinates Jackson had sent him. It was time. Noah adjusted his mirrors, placed his hands firmly on the wheel, and eased the Lykan out of the parking spot. The car moved with such grace, as though it was gliding on air. The precision of the steering was unmatched—it responded to the slightest touch, almost anticipating his moves before he made them.

Noah exited the parking garage and made his way to the streets, the Lykan attracting stares from pedestrians and drivers alike. It wasn't every day someone saw a car like this, let alone on the open road. But Noah was used to the attention; today wasn't about showing off—it was about the race.

The GPS guided him through the streets as he headed toward the coordinates Jackson had given him, the anticipation growing with every mile. The Lykan HyperSport felt like an extension of himself—every turn, every acceleration was smooth, effortless. Noah could already feel the connection between himself and the beauty growing stronger with each second.

As he sped toward the private track, memories of that epic skyscraper jump from Fast & Fury played in his mind. Noah knew that owning a Lykan wasn't just about the luxury or the status—it was about the thrill, the adrenaline.

"Time to put this beauty to the test," he muttered silently, as he revved the engine on the highway.