The gentleman in the stands bit down on his not-so-easily regained lower lip, pinched his chin, and shared his concerns with the controller.

"Controller, isn’t the Plague Doctor’s Spine Wheel moving too fast? If it keeps accelerating, will your neural responses be quick enough to handle it? Should we slow down the Spine Wheel?"

"We’ll manage, I am the controller after all," the controller said confidently with a cool catchphrase, "Besides, this particular war chariot doesn’t have a slowing function."

The controller stated matter-of-factly something that surprised everyone, especially since just seconds before, they had all realized the importance of safe driving.

"No slowing down! Your Necromancer Figure Club actually designed a Spine Wheel without a braking system!? How is the Plague Doctor supposed to stop the vehicle!?"

Shiny shrugged his shoulders, the movement causing his overturned scales to clatter.

"In theory, this vehicle should never come to a stop. It can only sprint full speed toward the finish line and then the Plague Doctor must be forcibly removed from the Spine Wheel by the spatial magic of the Hell Portal. The teleportation should take care of his own inertia, roughly speaking."

Mr. Fantasy pointed to several raised bumps on the remote device, which were opaque blisters growing on the skin, giving one an irresistible urge to press them. Relying on memory and talent, he had mastered most of the remote’s functions.

"These six buttons should be the ’speed’ buttons, right? I saw the controller use them to speed up earlier. Could it be that none of these six has a slow down function?"

Smiling with anticipation in the gentleman’s eyes, Flexibility responded with a smile that seemed as warm as the gentleman’s hopeful look, which made the gentleman relax a bit. He thought to himself that probably the absence of a slow down function was just a little joke to set the mood.

"There really is no slow down button," Flexibility said with a grin that seemed to invite a beating as he shattered the gentleman’s notion.

"With six buttons here, if there’s no slowdown function, what are they for?"

"Number one speed up, number two speed up, number three speed up, number four speed up... number six speed up."

All six were speed buttons.

This bizarre setup fueled the gentleman’s curiosity.

"Do these six speed buttons differ in any way? Like speed levels or something?"

Flexibility shook his head, "No, they operate independently but simultaneously. They correspond to the six remote control centers placed on the Spine Wheel; each button controls the acceleration function for its specific area. If all pressed simultaneously, the sixfold speed is naturally the fastest."

"But that would also push the Spine Wheel beyond our control."

Miracle listened to the discussion between the Necromancer Figure Club and the Literary Society, thinking to himself that he really was a good Samaritan.

The Necromancer Figure Club had made a rule-breaking Spine Wheel that not even they could slow down, and they had tricked their own president into riding it. What kind of bizarre club could do such a thing, backstabbing its own president?

The reporter touched his head, slightly skewing the floral crown on top.

Why did this seem so familiar?

"So all we can do is wait for the Plague Doctor to reach the finish line on his own, and, in the meantime, hope that he encounters as few enemies as possible..."

"That’s impossible," Inspiration pointed to the big screen, "The upcoming terrain is a plain at the foot of Hell Volcano. There are very few natural obstacles there, except for a slight incline."

"That’s a battle zone the Demon Race prepared early on. There, they’re going to knock every last bit of marrow out of the Plague Doctor."

"There’s no way to evade, the entire Demon Race of the Hell Plane will converge at the foot of the mountain. That is where the true Hellfire Race begins."

Hell Plane.

Lyle gazed at the enormous volcano at the edge of his vision, a black and red column of fire piercing the black sky and dust-laden haze, like a giant cigarette standing erect, gripped in the mouth of the volcano, letting the whole of Hell inhale its second-hand smoke.

"Is that the Hell Portal? It feels more like the gate to the afterlife."

The volcanic eruption sent up a giant column of fire in black and red, not emitting a bright light like a normal flame. If it weren’t for the gradually increasing temperature, Lyle might have mistaken that massive column of fire for a slightly brighter chimney.

"Just reaching the column of fire is enough," so it seemed like a simple goal. To Lyle, it still posed a certain degree of difficulty.

Because they had arrived.

When the Spine Wheels’ bone spikes cut across the ground, creating friction, it caused a great vibration. Such vibrations could almost be ignored under the absorption of the flesh layer.

But now, feeling the vibrations himself, Lyle sighed.

The ground was roaring, the whole foot of the mountain trembling, as if the earth was being tortured by something inhuman.

And indeed, it was.

Behind him, at the edge of his vision, a horde of Spine Wheels locked in battle burst into the base of the mountain like a frenzied pack of beasts.

It might create a similar disturbance if a herd of rams encountered a lion attack during their migration.

But here, they were all lions.

The racing Spine Wheels smashed their neighbors into fragments, a diminutive member of the Demon Race embedded in the ground under layers of furiously crushing bone spikes, waiting for the long regeneration bestowed by the powers of Hell.

The leading Spine Wheels, upon seeing Lyle’s enormous creature, were filled with enthusiasm for a strong challenge. They even abandoned their disputes, accelerating en masse in an attempt to drag the leading Spinal Giant Wheel into their fray.

"Accelerate! Don’t let these maniacs catch up to us!"

Magical power and tentacles were crazily infused into the Spinal Giant Wheel. Vilimlo’s claws clung to the sides, streamlining the Spine Wheel.

The Spinal Giant Wheel at full speed had no braking system, and even the remote operators in the stands could see Lyle’s dilemma. As the mountain became steeper, however, the Spine Wheel’s speed gradually slowed. In comparison to other Spine Wheels, Lyle’s much larger size became his shackle, gravity laughing wildly, welcoming Lyle to join the mad struggle of the Demon Race.

"I just wanted to run through the course normally, you bunch of battle maniacs..." Vilimlo’s claws stretched along the sides of the Spine Wheel, like huge black wings unfolding above the Demon Race. "You brought this on yourselves."

"Plague Messenger."

The soft plague virus spread with the moving dust behind them, while the offensive shown by the Demon Race was much more ferocious.

Underneath the rumble of the Spine Wheel rolling, Lyle could still hear the mad laughter of the Demon Race. Some demons leaned out halfway from the Spine Wheel, taking huge ramming horns made from the bones of unknown beasts off their seats, charging towards Vilimlo’s bone claws. Others reached out, extending their hands into the ground. That was the high-speed Spine Wheel, the demonic claws scraping against the earth, sparking fire. Just when Lyle thought that claw would be ruined, the hand ignited.

It wasn’t the hand burning, but the magma held in the demon’s clasp. Using the energy generated by the high-speed friction, the Demon Race conjured a fireball, or more precisely, a Magma Bomb.

The Magma Bomb, thrown in the air, scattered a shower of magma rain from below upwards, presenting Lyle with Hell’s welcoming ceremony.