For a week, I was a god. Career mode melted. I finished the "British Season" in an afternoon. I unlocked the Jesko, the Tuatara, the Rimac Nevera—cars that should have taken years. I’d laugh as AI drivers, now slowed to the reflexes of a sedated sloth, watched me barrel past at 400 km/h. The trainer had a "Teleport to Finish" button. I pressed it once, just to see. The screen stuttered, and I crossed the line at 0:00:01. My best time. My shame.

Then, the glitches started.

But curiosity is a stronger drug than nitro.

That’s when the chat box—the one usually reserved for multiplayer—blinked to life.