Finally arriving at the bottom of the slope, the Mysterious Mistress had already acquired 5 Silver Ghoul Souls along with 3 Blue Ghoul Souls. This was evidently not enough for her to claim first place, she needed a lot more high-ranking Ghoul Souls also she needed to make it to the finish line before the timer reaches zero.

“Hm?” Looking In front of her, the Mysterious Mistress saw another Tomb Rider 50 metres ahead sitting inside a globular Motor which completely surrounded him. Two oddly shaped thrusters were present on opposite sides. When the person inside tapped a mechanism responsible for fuelling the thrusters, it generated a magnified kinetic force which spun the spherical-shaped Motor in the driver’s desired location. This type of Motor was widely known as the Press Roller, mainly because its primary source of transport involves rolling.

“Come get some, you sons of bitches!” The driver of the Press Roller screamed out insanely after running over a bunch of Rank-C Field Monsters, he was enjoying the bloodshed as he collected a lot of Blue Ghoul Souls.

Each Tomb Rider had a Soul Gemstone infixed into their Motor which absorbed surrounding Ghoul Souls. While the driver was wildly prancing his Motor over the dead, unexpectedly a Rank-B Field Monster burst out of a tomb nearby and grabbed his Motor with open arms.

The Rank-B Field Monster was very muscular, measuring over 4 metres tall with a massive bone structure covering its robust frame along with an appalling eye in the pit of its chest. Two demonic horns poked out of the orifice where its eyeballs were supposed to be; jagged teeth were moving about in its mouth as if it were a chainsaw; razor-sharp blades were protruding from the lateral sides of its legs and a large spinal cord was poking out of it back. This terrifying Field Monster which had a red halo oscillating over its head loosened its jaws and then bit down on the Press Roller with its malefic teeth.

Chomp!

“You monster! Get your stinking mouth off of my baby!” The driver of the Press Roller saw his Motor suffering from the dreadful tension which was being produced by the Rank-B Field Monster's jaws and got extremely upset.

He urged his Motor to roll in the opposite direction of the Rank-B Field Monster. Breaking from its grasp, he accidentally ran over a grave that hosted a glowing Sapphire Soul Insignia. “Jackpot!” The driver was elated by this happy accident. The blue Soul Insignia glowed intensely then transferred its illumination into the Soul Gem of his Motor.

“Yes! Yes! Now I can finally get payback for my baby. Let’s see what kind of weapon I got this time.” The driver of the Press Roller used a mental link to command his Soul Gem to bring up some rectangular windows with curve edges. He cycled through a screen until he located a sub-window that had ‘Soul Insignias’ imprinted on it. He opened it and saw a Blue Soul Insignia depicting the properties of its weapon. “Yes! This is just what I was hoping for.” He tapped the Blue Soul Insignia, by doing this, he activated its properties.

A bright blue presence emanated from the Press Roller’s centre, due to its intensity, the Rank-B Field Monster was forced to turn its chest away.

“Your dead meat now asshole!” When the Field Monster turned back around, a shock of known fear was present on the eyeball in its chest. On top of the Press Roller, it saw multiple high-powered linked guns, each varying in size and shape. They exuded the ambience of an alien gunslinger. The audience got really heated up after seeing this.

“Disappear from my sight you ugly sack of shit!”

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

The driver of the Press Roller began unloading all of his ammunition inside of the Rank-B Field Monster, tearing it limb from limb. When he finally ran out of ammo, he motioned his Motor a couple of feet back then took a good look at the Field Monster who he had turned into scrambled eggs. “Wow! That was a thrilling experience. I love this method of making a living.”

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After absorbing the Red Ghoul Soul that the Rank-B Field Monster dropped, the driver of the Press Roller decided to check his stats while slowly advancing forward.

“Damn, check it out--. I’ve already reaped over 39 Blue Ghoul Souls, 12 Silver Ghoul Souls and 4 Red Ghoul Souls. If I am lucky enough to encounter a Rank-A monster on my way to the finish then my victory will be assured. Hahaha! Those losers who bolted ahead without increasing their stats will become a stepping stone for my victory. I just need to find a more powerful Soul Insignia that will obliterate my enemies with one shot. Hahaha!”

Finished glorifying his acquired stats, the driver of the Press Roller increased his speed as he rode through a cemetery infested with animated skeletons. “These skeletons should be easy pickings for me to level up my ride.”

Aside from gathering Ghoul Souls, a Tomb Rider’s Motor could also gather Ghoul Scraps which aided its evolution by levelling up. A Tomb Rider’s Motor wasn’t a simplistic toy that had a set existence. They were semi-intelligent mechanisms created from a mysterious core that could evolve through arduous experiences or by certain trinkets. These trinkets are known as Ghoul Scraps, Ghoul Souls, Ghoul Gem and other rare types of materials.

“Yeah! Come to me, baby!” A phantom-like bolt flowed into the Press Roller’s Soul Gem. While gathering Ghoul Scraps, the driver was so caught up in his delusionary world of acquired victory that he didn’t even notice the dark presence which was sneaking up behind him.

“Go! Selain!” A midnight bike came out of nowhere and startled the driver of the Press Roller. He glanced above him and saw the Mysterious Tomb Rider in the air with a rather peculiar Soul Insignia in her hand.

“Chain of the Flaming Ghoul Riders!” A flaming sapphire chain that had mini Ghoul Bikes for the conjoint sections lashed downwards at the Press Roller.

The driver reacted too late to the incoming attack, he tried aiming his guns above to shoot down the Mysterious Mistress apace. But her flaming Soul Insignia crashed down on his Press Roller before he had the chance. “Bitch! What the hell do you think you are doing?!”

“What do you think? I’m reaping your soul.” Replied the Mysterious Mistress with a rather dubious smirk that couldn’t be seen underneath her convertible helmet.

Screech!

Her Motorbike landed in front of the Press Roller; scattering some bag of bones in the process. “Now my Ghoul Riders, finish him!”

As she issued her command, the multiple Ghoul Bikes which were the linked sections of her chain, became enlarged while adapting flaming skulls as the riders. The Ghoul Bikes separated; detaching from each other, then all at once, rode their flaming caricature all over the Press Roller.

The driver was protesting with derogatory insults. “You vermin of a harlot! Call off your attack before I pump you full of holes!!”

“Hoo, I’m so scared.” The Mysterious Mistress taunted the driver’s mien then looked towards her right hand which was holding the twist grip handle of her weapon, at that moment, she began revving it non-stop. Doing this, sent a series of amplified soul energy towards the Ghoul Bikes, making them burn even hotter!

“Ahhh! It burns! You cruel bitch!” The driver of the Press Roller was cursing slanderous sentiments after he started feeling the blistering heat being generated by the flaming Ghoul Bikes. He was continually hitting the control for his Motor to go forward but it wouldn’t budge while under the reaping torment of Mysterious Mistress’s Soul Insignia. Eventually, the driver along with his Motor fully succumbed to the death blows being delivered by the Ghoul Bikes and perished into a mass of blue flames.

The audience was once again in awe after witnessing this spectacle. The more they saw of the Mysterious Mistress the more they were intrigued. Most of them weren’t even paying attention to the other Tomb Riders who were closing in on the finish line.

Inside a special complex within the Ghoul Stadium where Tomb Riders were teleported to after getting disqualified or eliminated, a portal opened up and spat out the driver of the Press Roller. He was extremely angry to the point where he started ripping off his clothing. “That flipping whore with her slutty Motor! If I ever caught her off the track I’ll rip her to flipping pieces!!”

Back on the race course where some blue flames were being dispersed, the Mysterious Mistress let her Motor absorb the Silver Ghoul Soul left behind by the driver of the Press Roller.

“Come to mama.” After saying this, her Chain of the Flaming Ghoul Riders returned back into the sapphire Soul Insignia on her arm. At this moment, the Mysterious Mistress immediately commenced checking her stats by shifting her gaze to the lower right corner of her helmet, there was a small icon there. She opened it then navigate to the window which depicted her stats. There she saw that she had reaped approximately 12 Blue Ghoul Souls and 4 Silver Ghoul Souls. Her 4 Silver Ghoul Souls when expanded, equated to 193 Blue Ghoul Souls and 14 Red Ghoul Souls.

“This might look like a lot but I still need more before I can accomplish my goal. Father, I won’t let you down.” Saying this, the Mysterious Mistress revved her Motorbike back into action.