Many people believe that F1 is a motorsport for white Europeans.

[I don't agree with it, but objectively speaking, this statement is correct.]

The warriors who battled death with engines and tires took decades to compose a glorious epic of technology and blood. As newcomers, we seem more like greedy latecomers trying to share their glory and profits.

Arrogance permeates the champagne-scented wind of the racetrack. On this roaring battlefield of asphalt, the breath of 1.4 billion people is as light as a speck of dust.

[But who among those who dare to bet their lives on the racetrack, regardless of their status, does not have the determination to reach the top of the mountain? ]

【As for me?】

Some say I'm an icebreaker, a shining calling card for our nation to the outside world.

But I know I'm just a gambler fueled by adrenaline, using madness as a bet.

Why should the rise of a great power depend on the success or failure of four tires? When fuel seeps into your bones and even your dreams are stained with the scorch marks of burnt rubber, patriotism becomes the most pale excuse.

I simply poured all my passion into this, and at the same time, tried to pave a way out for those who came after me. Perhaps this is just the obligation bestowed upon me by fate when it bestows talent.

......

"Say—who wrote this? This is so corny! Even if it's just an inner monologue, it's embarrassing!"

[Look at you, you're still reluctant to turn the page? What serious person would read the introduction...]

Time travel became a member of the Hakka family who beat the enemy. He is the twin brother of Yiermi, who is the odd one. He began to receive assassination training at the age of three, and began to perform missions at the age of six.

His hands were covered with blood, and his feet were full of bones. His legend began as a killer.

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This is an unremarkable hunter fanfic.