Eternal Undying Chronicles

Chapter 15 Urban Chase

Alicarde was mentally exhausted. His body felt fine, but his mind, not so much. His mind was, after all, his only weakness; his body and soul were immortal.

The stress of the day was catching up to him. Sitting and listening to lectures was a hassle, so his mind was worn out. He never forgot a simple truth that anyone would know: "The mind is a powerful place, and a small placebo could even send the body spiraling." Alicarde muttered to himself.

He had finally gotten back to his academic routine, and absolutely nothing was going to get in his way now.

On the upside, Alicarde was in a splendid mood. How could he not be? It was every guy's dream to be sitting in a luxury car; in fact, it was on every guy's bucket list. Now, Alicarde had a whole garage to choose from. In his heart, he swore he was going to try out every single one of them at least once.

Today, he chose a car based on speed and luxury—a sleek black machine with about 1,578 horsepower. The interior was impressive, with smooth black leather seats, a state-of-the-art touchscreen interface, and ambient lighting that subtly changed with his mood.

The dashboard was sleek and minimalistic, with only the essentials displayed on a digital screen that bathed the cockpit in a cool, futuristic blue glow.

The more he looked at it, the more pleased he became. The vehicle was apparently heavily customized, with every detail meticulously designed for both comfort and performance.

He drove out of the university and onto the streets. The road was a bit busy, but it was wide enough that the vehicles coming and going didn't cause a hold-up. The sun was setting in the sky, its pale light giving way to the darkness of the night.

Alicarde steadily drove the car in a leisurely manner. While he was driving, the car's interior lights began to flash red. Alicarde was momentarily confused; he didn't feel anything wrong with the car itself, but the screens soon began to display warnings.

He still didn't find anything wrong with the car. While he was fumbling with the controls, the screen changed to call mode, and he soon heard the voice of Amena.

"Ali, are you okay? A distress signal was sent from your location," her voice echoed through the vehicle.

Alicarde was confused. He hadn't sent a distress signal.

"I didn't send a distress signal... but this car just started to flash these red lights..."

"The data I'm receiving shows that you are being followed. The artificial intelligence has detected the presence of an unidentified rider trailing behind you," she announced.

The screen display changed, showing him the image of a black-clad rider on a powerful motorcycle following behind him steadily. The bike was a beast of a machine, with a roaring engine and a sleek, aggressive design. It looked like it was built for speed and maneuverability, the perfect vehicle for someone who didn't want to be caught.

Seeing this, he tensed up a bit, trying his best to stay calm. "So what do I do?" he asked.

"You must evade and return home as soon as possible," Carrisa's voice came through the speakers, her tone aloof and commanding.

"Amena will support you remotely. You just need to drive as best you can."

The rider closed the distance to Alicarde, reaching the side of the car. Raising one hand, they smacked the vehicle. Alicarde lost control as the car drifted a complete 180 degrees, turning back the way it came.

The rider, not expecting the car to make such a unique turn, drove past. Alicarde didn't waste the chance and drove back the way he'd come, hoping to find his way back to the mansion.

Alicarde drove forward, hoping to make a quick turn to shake off the rider. Alas, he wasn't so lucky. A blockade of police vehicles suddenly came into view, their red and blue lights flashing like an impenetrable wall.

With no other choice, he had to head straight for the bridge ahead, his heart pounding in his chest.

The rider was still on his tail, and now the police were in on the chase too. Alicarde slammed his foot on the gas, but his luck seemed to have run out.

He noticed that the bridge was rising from the center, splitting open to create a gap. There wasn't a single ship in sight, so it didn't take a genius to figure out that the cops had deliberately lifted it to trap him.

The bridge was now raised like a steep ramp, daring him to make a move. The rider was close behind, and the police weren't far off either.

"Ahhh, what the hell, guys? You told me not to worry about the police!" Alicarde gritted his teeth, his mind racing.

If he stopped now, the rider would catch him—and worse, the police would too. He could kiss his student life goodbye.

But he had no intention of stopping. He didn't mind if he plunged into the deep, dark sea—after all, he was immortal. What he really feared was getting caught by the cops.

With a cold determined glare, Alicarde pressed the pedal to the floor. The car sped toward the bridge, its tires screeching against the asphalt. As the vehicle reached the apex, it soared into the air, flying over the gap.

The rider, not hesitating for a second, followed suit, their bike launching into the air behind him. They both landed on the other side with a bone-jarring thud, leaving the police cars stuck behind the rising bridge as they zoomed off into the night.

The car was badly battered and scraped from the rough landing, but Alicarde kept going. After a few more tense minutes, he finally found his way back home.

The road leading up to the mansion was in sight, but the rider was still too close for comfort. Desperate to shake them off, Alicarde veered off the road and cut through the forest that bordered the mansion.

The tires protested against the uneven terrain, but he had no other choice.

The mansion finally came into view, but he wasn't out of danger yet. The rider, relentless as ever, leaped off their bike and landed on the car with a thud. Clawed hands dug into the roof, ripping it off like it was made of paper.

"What the... what the actual hell?" Alicarde was stunned. Seeing no way out, he grabbed the guitar case from the passenger seat, kicked open the door, and jumped out just as the car crashed into a tree.

He quickly opened the guitar case and drew his sword, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he tried to make a run for it. But the rider, clad in a black helmet, wasn't done. They leapt into the air, landing several meters ahead of Alicarde, blocking his path to the mansion.

"You've led me on quite the chase," he heard a woman's voice say as she removed her helmet, revealing a pair of amber eyes that glowed with silver light. She was a werewolf.