Eh guys, Mach1av3ll1an 'ere!

One thing you guys may already have noticed is the rather peculiar (short) length for each section (distance between line breaks) in this specific chapter in comparison to my previous chapters. The reasoning for this is because this is, effectively, an "author's note" chapter, which according to the rules and guidelines should be avoided. I am wholly aware of the numerous grammatical errors present in my previous chapters, which I will (should, at least) address in the next update. Also, the reasoning behind the "small updates" warning is because I do want to update one of my other stories (Closed Eyes). Again, like I said in one of my previous chapters, do not dismiss this as a "permanent hiatus" message, as I will definitely type up another 5,000+ words chapter (maybe even 10,000+) after I have updated my other story (should, at least). I should also type up several one-shots before I start creating the next chapter for this fanfic.

Additionally, to any fellow motoring enthusiasts who actually bothered to read this crappy fanfic up to this point, just got to make a quick adjustment to the real-life timeline regarding the Beemer's engine.

For those of you who lack knowledge regarding the Beemer, in the real world, the M3 GTR was first equipped with a modified version of the same V6 that was present within its road-going counterparts, such as the standard M3 and the M3 CSL (which was released later on). It was only after BMW's and Schnitzer's multiple losses against Porsche and their 996s when they decided they had enough and created the P60B40 V8 that we all know and love. They equipped the M3 GTR with their newly created engine before whooping Porsche's arse the following year in ALMS. In my story, The M3 GTR was debuted WITH the P60B40 equipped instead of the original V6. Also, the M3 GTR is going to be a lot more OP in my story.


Chapter IV – Intrigue

Chiron almost immediately recognized the aura which surrounded and blanketed the blue and silver monstrosity right after it had first appeared in his peripherals. He may not have seen it in many years, but due to his immaculate memory recalling (one of the many useful perks that are always served alongside the culinary delight called immortality), he could tell the aura was that of one of his former pupils.

He could recall the seemingly incessant barrage of emotions such as desperation and franticness that plagued his mind on each and every occasion in which he attempted to search for who he firmly believed to be a son of Poseidon, who had suddenly disappeared one day, seemingly into thin air. At the time, no matter what he did or attempted, he could not find a single trace of evidence which may have led him to his student. There was no trail to suggest where the green-eyed delinquent had disappeared off to.

Of course, there was also the possibility that the teenager had been arrested by the police (how the high-school student had maintained his immaculate grades and his juvenile, reckless, somewhat asinine and brazen attitude and mindset [Chiron knew of his student's...extracurricular activities], he would never know), however, with the beginnings of a war brewing (at the time), Chiron could not take any chances. Yet, despite his numerous searches, his efforts were proved to be futile. It was like Perseus Jackson had, out of nowhere, ceased to exist.

For (whom he believed to be) the sea deity's son to appear out of the thin air in which he had disappeared off into after so many years chock-full of relentless but fruitless searches and investigations at the destination at which Chiron had tried to bring him to seemed rather ironic.

There was also the fact that all the demigods seemed to have established the sea deity's descendant as a threat (which he could tell from the weapons they brandished and the aggressive driving style of Percy's pursuer).

He tried calling out, shouting as he desperately attempted to convince the demigods to withhold their assault as to prevent the powerful half-blood present within the Beemer from perceiving them as a threat, but under the piercing whine of the "straight-cut gears", his cries were unheard.

He watched in horror as barrages of attacks rained down on the M3, its aura growing increasingly aggressive and desperate.

He was fully aware of how well the saying "the cornered animal is the most dangerous out of the lot" applied to their current predicament. He knew that if the demigods continued to aggressively and relentlessly attack the M3, Percy would become a lot more brazen and reckless as a result of desperation, perhaps even bypassing his own morals in an attempt to escape. In fact, from what Chiron could tell at least, this process had already begun as Percy had already executed a brazen manoeuvre: cutting in between the crowd of demigods and the magical campfire. Additionally, there was also the small, insignificant fact that Percy's use of the throttle had become more aggressive once the demigods began attacking him just a few seconds prior.

Chiron could only hope that his ex-pupil would not attempt anything extraordinarily rash, reckless or anything that can be classified as asinine.

Perseus…please do not take anyone's lives…


The twelve Olympian gods (plus Hestia and Hades) and their champions watched with interest as a hot pursuit involving a certain notorious BMW M3 GTR and a Mitsubishi Evo IV plunged into Camp Half-Blood.

Just before the feed they were currently watching had been broadcasted, the Winter Solstice meeting had started off normally. Zeus was having another argument with Hera regarding his unfaithfulness, Apollo and Artemis were quarrelling about another insignificant topic, aiming their bows at each other as they argued, Hermes was whispering to Apollo, presumably planning another prank on the other gods, Athena and Poseidon were also arguing, Demeter was eating cereal, Hephaestus was assembling what appeared to be an RB26DETT, Ares was twirling a pocket knife, Aphrodite was redoing her makeup for the umpteenth time, Dionysus was asleep, Hestia was tending to the fire and Hades seemed to be brooding. However, suddenly, the gods were notified of an intrusion in Camp Half-Blood. Zeus immediately tossed a drachma into the air, Poseidon levitating water so it was in contact with the coin and Zeus said, "Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering. Show me the intruder of Camp Half-Blood."

A rainbow emerged on top of the water, on which there was a screen with transparent edges which displayed the main entrance of Camp Half-Blood and for some reason, projected a strange high-pitched whining noise. Only a second or two after the screen had been formed, suddenly, a blue and silver BMW E46 M3 appeared on the screen, its rear tyres spinning as it scrambled for grip. From what can be seen on the exterior, it had side-exit exhaust pipes, a massive rear wing combined with even larger wide-body arches, a racing filler cap, and a vented hood. They even caught a glimpse of a padded roll-cage fitted within the interior.

Hephaestus immediately recognized the car several of his children had helped design and build. It was the prototype version of the BMW M3 GTR, which he could tell from both the livery and some of the features that would not have complied with the American Le Mans regulations.

When the M3 GTR was first designed and prototyped, its designers did not have any particular purpose for it other than speed. It was supposed to be a "tech & research project" that should have simply advanced BMW's technology and their understanding of how certain components affect vehicle performance on the track. It was also simultaneously part of another project which aimed to push the M3 to its absolute limit. This was why it was first created with no limitations in mind.

BMW had done many similar projects in the past, such as with the 3.0 CSL, the M1 and even the original M3, the E30.

Typically, BMW would then proceed to use the result of these projects in motor racing, though with a few adjustments and minor alterations to meet certain regulations.

When the idea of the E46 M3 GTR was first proposed, the BMW guys thought it would perform somewhat well in motorsports, perhaps snagging them a win or two in the process. In the end, as it turned out, they had completely underestimated the amount of potential the E46 chassis carried. For undiscovered reasons, because of how the chassis was shaped, it was equipped with an absurd amount of strength, stiffness and structural integrity. Of course, it was designed to be rigid so BMW could maintain their reputation as one of the "sporty" manufacturers, but it definitely wasn't supposed to be this strong and structurally sound. In fact, there were still a few kinks that could have been smoothed out to increase the stiffness of the chassis even further.

The Schnitzer Motorsport guys immediately began playing around with the car. They removed the aforementioned kinks on the chassis blueprints before they remodelled it entirely out of a mixture of carbon fibre, celestial bronze and imperial gold (the majority of the people that were working on the M3 GTR were, coincidentally, descendants of Hephaestus and Vulcan). The two godly metals were also used within many other components, such as the brake discs, pads, and the roll cage.

They also experimented with kinetic suspension (made famous [later on] for its presence and usage in the McLaren 720s and P1), which eliminated the need for anti-roll bars and maintained grip on bumpy surfaces.

In fact, when a detuned version of the prototype was raced in ALMS (the original prototype did not comply with some of the rules and regulations), it actually managed to keep up with the prototype class (even driving faster in some of the tighter sections of the track), maintaining an absurd amount of speed throughout the corners.

Perhaps the fact that BMW had completely decimated Porsche in that year's ALMS was the warranting factor which led to Porsche's complaint regarding the fact that the P60B40 V8 (the engine which powers the M3 GTR) was more of a prototype, as it didn't have a road-legal version for people to buy. After this complaint, BMW immediately began production of the "street" version of the M3 GTR, only creating five road-going examples. In the next year's ALMS race, BMW completely annihilated all of their opponents, once again dethroning Porsche as the "king" of the GT class in ALMS. However, the year after this, ALMS introduced a new rule which said that for one to enter a car into the 24-hour race event, at least 500 road-going versions of their cars and their engines must have been sold to the general public.

As BMW and Schnitzer decided not to mass-produce the P60B40 V8, they had to withdraw the M3 GTR from ALMS, effectively handing the GT-class trophy to Porsche on a silver platter. Afterwards, BMW continued entering the BMW M3 GTR into races and tournaments, all of which were a far cry from ALMS and decidedly less famous. However, while the racing versions of the M3 GTR were basically rendered obsolete by the new (well, new at the time) ALMS rules, they kept on fiddling around with the prototype M3 GTR, effectively using it as a "guinea pig" for all their experiments and continuously improving its general performance.

However, the question of what happened to the M3 GTR afterwards happened to reside in one of the few grey areas present within his vast knowledge regarding any machinery. Well, he did hear whispers that BMW quietly sponsored a street racer to gain attention (and potentially new customers) from the underground community and gave said street racer the M3 GTR prototype, but Hephaestus simply dismissed it as rumour and speculation, though this was not surprising to anyone he shared his opinion with, as it was unheard of for legitimate car manufacturers to sponsor anyone with any major offences, much less people who race illegally on the streets for a living.

Of course, judging from the location in which the BMW was being driven, Hephaestus was proven wrong.

There was also the very familiar and unmistakable aura (though noticeably less dense and widespread than the aura which he compared it to) which enveloped the Beemer and connected its driver to a single, very specific god. The god of machinery briefly wondered whether any of the other gods had made the connection yet. However, before he could ponder the situation any further, the small moment of peace and quiet was interrupted by the bellow of a wild animal.

"POSEIDON!" Well, as it seemed, perhaps he wasn't the only one.


I would like to apologize for the delay and the fact that I had to cut this filler chapter short, which was mainly due to the fact that I was caught up with work (and a fair amount of procrastination as well).

Also, I'm planning on taking a (somewhat) brief break from this fanfic, as I am still unsure whether I should change the rating to M and make the next chapter gore-y (PLEASE tell me your opinion regarding this). There is also the plus factor that I have recovered some of my unpublished fanfics from multiple years ago, one of which I will be revamping soon (*cough* *cough* an Initial D/Wangan Midnight Crossover *cough* *cough*).

Anyways, Mach1av3ll1an out!