My Formula 1 System

A/N: An unparaphrased (edited) chapter. Please, don't mind any grammatical error.

"...After 55 tough laps, disaster has struck! The reigning Formula 2 champion, Max Addams, has been involved in a massive crash! What an unbelievable sequence of events—we saw his car somersaulting dangerously down the track, narrowly missing multiple drivers...!"

"...Max Addams, who was leading the race, is now out after a huge contact with Albert Derstappen! You can see his car, a crumpled wreckage, lying just behind Luca Rennick in P5. This will shake up the championship standings and the race itself! Let's hope Max is okay, the red flags are out—this is not how anyone wants to see a race unfold..."

Bueseno Velocità F1 team, who were present, couldn't help but frown out the situation, as Max was attended to—dragged out of his cockpit and helped to walk by his shoulders.

"...El safety car está en marcha."

[Breathing: Extremely Hiked]

**You know what to do. Keep tires warm. This might work to our advantage because everyone would file behind the safety car**

Luca tried to take in deep breaths, but the unmistakable well-known chant for when a rival team's driver crashed, rippled across the grandstands, yelled and sang by Trampos, Squadra Corse Jnr and Hatcherk Motorsport fans toward Bueseno Velocità. The chants were terrifying as they were all thrilled to see Max Addams of all F2 drivers, pulled out of Mandalora's track.

Max Addams needed good first aid, his head must be hurting internally after all that tumbling, his limbs as well. Soft cheers from Bueseno supporters creeped in as Max was taken away, but that general chant quickly drowned it out within seconds.

**Safety car will take a very long while. Damn, man really disassembled his car**

Luca nodded as he kept the required distant behind Miles Bellingham, his mind racing. He wondered what move and in what situation Max and Derstappen must have taken, resulting into Max's dangerous somersaults that almost ran into him. Luca couldn't believe his luck.

While he kept warming his tires, his eyes searched through the circuit for any huge display for what had happened. Fortunately, Mandalora was massive and had many big screens. One in particular, was just replaying the whole thing.

The cause of the crash unfolded before the leading drivers could complete the uphill Turn 4. Max Addams and Albert Derstappen were locked in a fierce battle for the lead as Max tried defending from Derst's relentless pursuit. Albert, carrying more momentum from a wider entry, saw an opportunity and attempted to squeeze through the narrowing gap on the outside, but the gap was too slim.

Max's rear-right tire clipped Albert's front-left as the two cars made contact. The violent collision destabilized Max's car, causing it to lose grip instantly. The rear swung around as if slapped by an invisible hand, sending the car careening sideways and down Turn 4 at full speed.

Damn, lucky you, Luca muttered, noting Derstappen's car managed to limp away with only a damaged front wing. After this GP, Luca was certain Derstappen would get a lot of credit and praise for bringing down Max Addams to carbon fiber debris.

**Safety car leaves in thirty seconds**

Luca returned his focus to the track as the safety car's lights flashed brightly ahead, the red flags slowly being lowered after minutes of constant waving.

Alright, Luca. You're in P4, now, not P5. You just have three rivals ahead. And hell, one is completely out of this race!

"...after that wracking crash, the safety car is leaving the track now, and heading back to the pit lane. P1 belongs to Squadra's Albert Derstappen, his teammate, Miles Bellingham right in P3 with Sean Aaronson in between them. This restart will be crucial as Derstappen leads the pack to the grid. We've got 15 laps to go here at Mandalora, and the intensity is about to ramp up again!"

All drivers began opening gaps amongst themselves as they barreled safely toward the grid to resume the race. Luca was partially glad that a huge threat like Max Addams was out, meaning Trampos would maintain their top of the standings after this Spanish Grand Prix. Now, only if he could just capitalize on this and grab huge points to foster his own pursuit for the drivers' championship.

Luca sharpened his mind, sat up straight in his cramped cockpit as the crowd cheered them on toward the grid.

"...Y la carrera se ha reanudado! Estamos en la vuelta 56 de este Gran Premio de España de F2!"

[4th Position]

It's time!

[Analyzing Dallara (F2 04) and host's distance from 3rd Position]

[You are 2 seconds away, host.] Your journey continues with empire

"...and Luca Rennick hesitates not a second as he surged forward in pursuit of Bellingham. He might be aiming to slot in to the side before they could make Turn 1!"

[Speed Boosted!]

[Analyzing Dallara (F2 04) and host's distance from 3rd Position]

[You are 0.5 seconds away, host.]

Miles couldn't believe Luca was going to give him issues again. He gritted his teeth and pushed harder, determined not to lose the position. As soon as Luca slotted his front wings to his peripheral vision, Miles immediately defended, moving just enough to force Luca into a less favorable line.

Luca didn't flinch as he was ready to give all he had. He followed closely through all early turns and rounded the cliff Turn 5 with Miles, keeping his car planted and steady despite the turbulent air at that area. The crowd cheered as Aaronson and Derstappen came wheel to wheel to battle for P1.

Once the leaders emerged from Turn 7, all four Dallaras shot down the short straight toward the sharp Turn 8, Luca staying glued to Miles' rear wing, and Ansel just entering Turn 7 at the moment.

[Track Span Analysis: 3.0 meters wide (outside lane available)] [Optimal Racing Line Calculated: 2.0 meters]

[Car Width: 1.9 meters] [Margin for Error: 2.15 meters (2 meters on the left side. 0.15 metres on the right)]

Luca adjusted his brake bias. He was now used to this Turn 8, and he wouldn't let it snatch his traction like last time. Moreover, he hoped he could drift well enough to nose ahead of Miles. He needed to be in P3 at least before the 60th Lap.

Simultaneously, he and Miles softly tilted their wheels, letting their front soft tires wear enough to give good direction toward Turn 9 as they drifted into the bottleneck of Turn 8, their tires threatening to lose grip.

[Calculating host drift exit...]

[.... successfully calculated]

The closeness of both cars drew roars from the crowd, who were enthralled by the display. This wasn't the first and won't be the last time Luca Rennick and Miles Bellingham would battle head to head. This very moment seemed both cars might clash just like in Hungary, but, Miles managed to leave the bottleneck a fraction of a second earlier than Luca, both maintaining their positions into the slower hairpins.

[Analyzing Dallara (F2 04) and host's distance from 3rd Position]

[You are 1 seconds away, host.]

Track structure played a huge role in a racing, and it was a feature no one could change but adapt. Luca steadily glided his car through all last turns, the system alerting him once Ansel's car was close enough to be a threat.

[Analyzing 5th Position's distance from host and Dallara (F2 04)...]

[5th Position is 4 sec away, host.]

[System's prediction: that value might remain constant.]

[56th Lap]

[57th Lap]

[58th Lap]

"...and Luca Rennick just can't seem to find a way past Miles Bellingham! Lap after lap, Miles has been putting on a defensive masterclass, shutting down every opportunity Luca tries to create."

"...Absolutely, Steve. Miles is placing his car perfectly in all the critical zones—inside, outside, you name it. He's making that car wider than ever..!"

**Keep to him. He won't last long** Mr. Moritz advised.

Luca grew impatient. First, because he didn't want to finish 4th. Second, because Ansel was effortlessly gaining asphalt with his slipstream, and if this his charade with Miles continued, he would have to face Ansel... again. Luca didn't want that.

As soon as the 59th Lap elapsed, Luca fired up his throttle. Miles glanced at his mirrors again, now genuinely worried. Once the first straight of the 60th Lap opened, he was certain Luca would engage DRS. However, he could to, considering he was in the right spot against Aaronson, who was—in return—disturbing his teammate, Derstappen.

"...Y estamos en la vuelta 60 del Gran Premio de España de Fórmula 2!"

**Bellingham's on DRS**

"I can see that."

[DRS Engaged]

[Drag Reduced]

Ansel engaged his DRS as well, all three cars between P3 and P5, hurtling down with insane speed into Turn 1.

[5th Position is 1 sec away, host.]

[You are 1 seconds away from 3rd Position.]

[DRS disengaged]

"...three cars battling it out just for third place. Bellingham is holding on with everything he's got! Using every inch of the track to defend, but Rennick is relentless, pushing him to the limit. And Hahn—Hahn is closing in fast, using the slipstream to perfection. This is absolutely breathtaking!"

[Trajectory Assessment: Middle lane disadvantage detected. Line integrity at risk from 5th Position's approach.]

[Recommended Action: Enter at 20% throttle; maintain curved trajectory. Anticipate 5th Position's outside pressure and 3rd Position's inside cut.]

[Risk Factor: Very High (collision potential with 3rd and 5th Positions). Adjust for momentum loss at exit to regain position.]

All his System conveyed was a clear warning that Turn 1 would lead to disaster if anyone miscalculated their move. And considering he was sandwiched between two of the most badass F2 drivers on the grid, the odds weren't in his favor. Luca quickly recognized the risks. If he pushed further, the damage to his car—and his race—could be catastrophic.

This was the second time in this race he was giving up his position for him and his car's safety, and Luca didn't like it one bit.

Miles' car completed the inside line flawlessly, while Ansel capitalized on his own momentum, swooping through the outside and crossing paths in front of Luca. The precision was so razor-thin that Ansel's rear wing slammed into Luca's front wing.

The contact sent a nerve-rattling vibration through Luca's chassis, jolting his steering wheel and his gloved hands. He gritted his teeth as his car momentarily lost balance. Ahead, Ansel's car bounced slightly, threatening to spin out, but it regained traction just in time to lead Luca into Turn 2.

"WOOOOOHH!"

**Sorry** that's all he said.

[5th Position]

Mr. Mallow slapped his forehead in frustration once that happened, the crowd cheering and the commentary exclaiming Luca and Ansel made contact once again in this F2 Spanish GP. He glanced at Mr. Fisher, pointing at the far track. "What the heck are your boys doing today?! My money's on the freaking line!" he bawled.

Mr. Fisher shook his head. He was very disappointed with the results of the Spanish Grand Prix so far. And with the F1 teams and managers present there in Mandalora, he had hoped to show off his drivers' exceptional skills, but all he had to boast about now were close calls, squandered opportunities, and two contacts.

Mr. Fisher sighed, his eyes darting to Squadra Corse Jnr crew as they were on their feet to cheer Albert Derstappen to his first GP win this season. Hatcherk Motorsport supporters clinged to the hope of a last minute overtake from their very best Sean Aaronson.

Mr. Fisher returned his focus to the race, though he watched absentmindedly his drivers holding P4 and P5 into the 65th Lap. But then, his eyes widened when he witnessed that moment everyone does when a contact was about to occur.

Albert Derstappen and Sean Aaronson's battle was getting a little too tense and fierce, most especially from Aaronson. He was determined to snatch victory, and tucked into Derstappen's side on the straight. Albert, unwilling to concede, held his ground on the inside, and both cars slammed their side frames.

"WOOOOOHH!"

Even Mr. Fisher was stunned, he jumped to his feet. Shards of glass exploded outward as Derstappen's left mirror hung by a thread, barely clinging to his car, and Aaronson's right mirror had completely disintegrated.

"...LOOK AT THAT AGGRESSION!"

Luca's ears perked up as the shatter of glass resonated through Mandalora, the roar of the crowd swelling to a deafening crescendo. He instinctively knew something significant had unfolded ahead.

Both Derstappen and Aaronson jerked their steering wheels to regain control, their cars wobbling precariously before snapping back into balance. However, that balance didn't last because both drivers soon realized that their side mirrors had inflicted more damage than either had anticipated, puncturing their tires and mangling the delicate aerodynamics of their wings. Sparks danced erratically as their crippled Dallaras struggled to maintain speed and control.

**Dangerous glass on track!** Mr. Moritz warned Luca and Ansel as quickly as he could.

Miles received the warning from his own team a fraction too late. His car roared into the danger zone, the tires crunching over the treacherous mosaic of glass. A grim vibration rippled through his chassis as shards embedded themselves into his tires. Ansel, close behind, had no choice but to follow suit, wincing as his own car suffered similar damage.

But Luca, armed with his Spatial Awareness and Mr. Moritz's timely guidance, was already adapting. He shifted his trajectory, veering sharply to the inside line. The maneuver was smooth as his car threaded through the safer section.

**Clean! But Han's hurt**n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Really?!" Luca said as he surged ahead, his gaze settling on Ansel's sparking rear.

"...Luca Rennick managed to evade the worst of it, and other drivers are following his path! And he's surely picking up the pace toward the leading pack—toward their leaking Dallaras!"

[Spatial Awareness +1]

[SYNC BAR: [][][][] 87.5%]

Luca's eyes moved around the circuit as he closed down on Ansel. No yellow flags?! Not yet?! He thought with excited panic as he asked Mr. Moritz.

**Until all drivers pass that section. The flags would be raised**

A happy smile spread on Luca's face. This was it—his chance to capitalize on the turmoil and reclaim his position. The chance to claim P1!

Effortlessly, Luca glided past Ansel, who was struggling with his downforce.

[4th Position]

"...Ahora en P4, Luca Rennick!"

"OOUUUUHH!"

Effortlessly, Luca slotted inside Turn 9, outpacing Miles, who had suffered the most from the glass incident.

"...Ahora en P3, Luca Rennick!"

"OOUUUUHH!"

Mr. Grant slowly rose from his seat in the viewing post, his eyes wide with disbelief and pride. Even Mr. Mallow gripped his betslip tighter when he had planned on throwing it away.

Sean Aaronson's orange-and-black Dallara came into view without delay, his car wobbling and threatening to take itself out of the track. Luca took the outside lane, to catch a glimpse of Aaronson's eyes through his visors. He smiled as he cut through, claiming P2—effortlessly, of course.

"...Ahora en P2, Luca Rennick!"

[Overtaking Skill +1]

[SYNC BAR: [][][][] 100%]

Squadra Corse supporters had their hands on their heads as Luca went for Albert Derstappen, who had a fairly effective chassis. However, Luca's Dallara was working pretty well, and it was simply no match for him. Once he outpaced Derstappen with this eerie silence through Mandalora, a grumble and outrage broke through the grandstands.

"...AHORA EN P1, Luca Rennick!"

"...Todos los pilotos han pasado por el lugar del incidente, las banderas amarillas ahora ondean.."

As soon as the announcement came in the local language for the yellow flags, all marshals sprang into action and the race was officially paused.

[1st Position]

**Wonderful play! Wonderful play! Luca! KUDOS!**

"...from P5 to P1, Luca Rennick takes full advantage of the calamity that befell his rivals! The leaderboard has changed drastically, and he might head on to win his THIRD consecutive Grand Prix!!"

"Ha! Ha! Fucking looooooooosers!" Luca screamed in his padded helmet as he was overwhelmed with joy. P1 never felt any better!

Albert Derstappen and Aaronson could only cuss as Luca had passed them. All their efforts in vain after reckless, tense driving back then. Now, the race was paused as the track marshals cleared the debris as quickly as they could.

Once the race resumed, no doubt, Luca was expecting a pit from his rivals, which would create a gap between him and them. Wonderful! he thought.

[SYNC BAR COMPLETE]

[Host, Sync Buff can now be used.]

"Hahahaha! LET'S GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[68th Lap]

Then came the inevitable as Derstappen, Aaronson, Miles and Ansel had to visit their respective pits. Luca, on the other hand, had completed his Sync Bar.

[ACTIVATE SYNC BUFF?]

[Y / N]

"Yes, of course!!!"

[INFUSING....]

[Strength: 20 »»»» 50

Stamina: 26 »»»» 50

Endurance: 22 »»»» 50

Agility: 22 »»»» 50

Intelligence: 18 »»»» 50 ]

[You can only select three skills]

[Reflexes/ Overtaking Skill/ Track Awareness/ Pitstop Prodigy/Corner Chopping/Straightaway Chopping/Spatial Awareness/ Night Mastery/ Grid Launch/ Slipstream Mastery]

"Choose any goddamn skill, I don't care!!!!" Luca yelled with joy! "Yes!!!!"

[System selecting random skills for Sync Buff....]

[...Skills selected.]

[Successfully Selected!]

[Pitstop Prodigy: 8 »»»» 50

Straightaway Chopping: 5 »»»» 50

Spatial Awareness: 6 »»»» 50 ]

[INFUSION SUCCESSFUL!]

[You have 4 min. 59 sec left for Sync Buff]

Luca couldn't even feel the effect of the Sync Buff as adrenaline was already surging through him. He slammed on his throttle, screaming ontop of his lungs in his stuffed helmet as he began hurtling through Mandalora.

[70th Lap]

"...and no way Albert Derstappen can keep up with that! No way Sean Aaronson can compete with that! What a surprisingly turn of events at the closing laps of this F2 Spanish Grand Prix! Luca Rennick has P1, and he might just win his third consecutive Formula 2 Grand Prix!"

**You are the man, Luca. Look at you go!**

"...Última vuelta! Vamos, vamos, Luca! Luca, Luca, Luca! Luca es el ganador. Luca Rennick cruza la meta primero!"