Bang!

At the sound of a loud bang, 31 Tomb Riders sprung forth into action and the timer started ticking.

Vrrmm! Vrrmm! Vrrmmm!

“Yeah! It’s about damn time you started the race, stupid Initiator! I can’t wait to see my fam boy crush those sons of bitches!” The tumultuous audience was going wild from hyped anticipation. If there wasn’t a protective barrier restricting the crowd from interacting with the race, I feared that the Ghoul Stadium would be catastrophic.

Vrrmm! Vrrmm! Vrrmmm!

The prominent Motors ignited with a spark of tropical speed! Those 15+ who rode Rollerblades were the first to shoot down the jagged slope with wild excitement.

“Wuu-hoo! This race is mine suckers!” A blond hair kid screamed out in excitement.

The other Tomb Riders took off behind the Rollerblades at a fast pace. Skateboards skid through the dust, Motorbikes aroused dust clouds and Scooters pounced on the earth while Bulldozers sliced through the wind. Multiple types of Motors began speeding down the rocky slope like a hoard of Cheetahs.

The 31 Tomb Riders who were speeding down the slope had already encountered Rank-C Field Monsters. With the Rollerbladers being ahead they were the first who started reaping Blue Ghoul Souls.

A Rank-C Field Monster suddenly burst out from underground and attacked a Rollerblader with vehement thirst. It grabbed onto a young lady's waist and began chewing out her spine!

“Aaah!” the young lady screamed until she turned into a scrap of Silver Ghoul Soul which the Field Monsters then started devouring.

When a Tomb Rider is eliminated from the race they don’t die in reality. They just got transported out of the racing zone, leaving behind their stats in the form of a Silver Ghoul Soul. If a Field Monster was to devour a lot of strong Silver Ghoul Souls, they would increase in strength, allowing it to then climb up a Rank.

Most of the Tomb Riders have survived the eerie slope and were now making their way across a level-ish area which was infested with tombs and gravesites of diabolical origin. Here, a lot of Rank-C and Rank-B Field Monsters were present along with some spread-out Soul Insignias. This area was a danger zone for the Tomb Riders so they couldn’t advance as fast as they'd like.

While the vast numbers of Tomb Riders were fending for themselves the crowd as well as the Initiator was stunned that there was actually a Tomb Rider still present at the starting point atop the eerie slope.

“What the hell is that person doing? Isn’t he apart of the race?” The audience was fed up by the sole Tomb Rider who hasn’t budged an inch from the start point.

“Hey, dipshit! If you’re too scared to race then why the hell did you come here for?”

“Yeah! This place isn’t for a scaredy-cat like you! If you won’t participate then get the hell out of our sight!”

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“I can’t believe they allow a wimp like that in this stadium! Hey, Initiator do something about that small-fry!”

Perceiving the discontent of the tumultuous crowd, the Initiator decided to take action against the sole Tomb Rider who was just remaining at the start point. He lowered his Smartphone-Motor towards the Tomb Rider's location. Getting closer, the Initiator saw a petite rider with the suppleness of a flower and instantly realized that this curvy figure before him belonged to a female.

Most of the audience couldn’t recognize that this Tomb Rider was a female until the cameras zoomed in on her dark latex clothing which masked most of her appearance by sticking to her skin like glue. She was wearing a headgear which was concealing her countenance also the prone forward position that she was in had her ample bosom pressed against the chrome finish of her motorbike.

‘What is this contestant doing? Didn’t she come here to race?' the Initiator wondered. As he was about to interfere with the Mysterious Mistress, he saw her Motor initing.

“Here we go. I’m counting on you, Selain.” As she whispered, the Mysterious Tomb Rider's Motor shot forward and began descending the eerie slope at an alarming pace. A lot of Rank-C undead and other course obstacles were blocking her path but she swerved her Motor through them without a millimetre of error. She didn’t only avoid making contact with the Rank-C Field Monsters who were present on the slope, but she was also collecting the Silver Ghoul Souls left behind by fallen Tomb Riders.

The Tomb Riders who got disqualified early and whose stash was being abducted saw this and were very upset. “That cheating bastard! So that was his aim all along. To stay at the rear and collect as many Silver Ghoul Souls as possible by feasting off of other Tomb Riders' accomplishments. I can’t stand cowards like those!”

“Me neither! That person is too obnoxious. If I hadn’t got disqualified I would have given him a piece of my Motor to chew on.”

The Mysterious Tomb Rider ignored the numerous rants of the crowd and kept on gathering as many Silver Ghoul Souls as possible. While making her way down the eerie slope, a Rank-C Field Monster unexpectedly leapt out from behind a nearby tree 5 meters ahead of her.

“Huh, it wants to collide with me and force me from my bike. Fhm, I’m not so easy to deal with.” She smirked.

Swoom!

Before the Rank-C Field Monster could relish the opportunity of knocking the Mysterious Mistress from her Motor, she abruptly spun her bike around 180 degrees, and now her front tire was facing upwards the slope. Due to the sharpness of her turn in addition to the momentum which she had previously built up, her bike began skidding down the slope while dropping in velocity and kicking up a lot of rubble which temporarily blinded the Field Monster who was still suspended in mid-air.

Everything seemed like it was in slow motion for the Mysterious Mistress, with her head facing up the slope she backflipped from her motorbike. While cruising through the restrictive pressures of the air, the Mysterious Mistress caught the head of the Field Monster which had now come into her reach then twisted emphatically until it came off. Blood from the severed head splashed all over her helmet as she hurriedly hung on to the handlebar of her bike. Positioning herself properly on her motorbike, the Mysterious Mistress spun back around her Motor and then viciously rode over a Rank-C Field Monster who was poking its head out of the ground. Two Blue Ghoul Souls flowed into her Motorbike.

When members of the audience saw this jaw-dropping stunt they slowly began changing their views of the Mysterious Tomb Rider. “Hey, did you see that just now? That mysterious Tomb Rider has mad skills! She ripped off that zombie's head without using a Soul Insignia.”

“No doubt! It was so fast but I managed to catch a glimpse of that move just now and saw some breast jiggling. Now I am definitely certain that Tomb Rider is a female!”

“Female or not, she knows how to ride. I wonder if she would be willing to teach me a few lessons.”

“Don't even dream on it Skinny Tubs! Girls like that are way out of your league. I’m more of her type.”

“Fhm, you men are so gullible.” A middle-aged woman scoffed at the surrounding men who were eyeing the Mysterious Mistress’s jolting ass.