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'Don't think about leaving, just think about the race and paying the fine. That's the only next thing.'
He squared his shoulders and pushed himself forwards.
Kai wheeled his bike to the exit of the tent and placed his hand against the stone, silently praying for a good position.
Anything in between 7 and 22 would be perfect, lower or higher could mean potential disaster considering he lacked an Artifact with any means of offense or defence.
'Please, please, don't fuck me over...'
A warm tingling sensation crept along his arm from the palm of his hand, and then, a number appeared on its surface with a blue phosphorescent light:
1
'...of course.'
Kai let out a despondent sigh.
'Of course! What did I expect? This is starting to get ridiculous though, is there a hidden God of Luck somewhere that I managed to piss off along the way?'
