My Formula 1 System

[15th Lap]

[Strength +1]

[DATA DISPLAYED IN REAL TIME:

-Car Speed: 240 km/h

-Heart Rate: 107 bpm

-Operational Status: 70% (Fair)

-Breathing: Slightly Elevated

-Distance covered: 75000m

-Time: 27 min ]

"It feels like I'm losing grip through corners. Rear's sliding way too much. I'm not getting the downforce I need," Luca complained to Moritz.

**That's noted here. Lemme guess, the car's light, like it's floating?**

"Yes. It's costing me time. And Max is impatient."

**It could be tire degradation too. How's your front grip?**

"All good," Luca replied, repeating the same when Moritz asked again for assurance.

**Alright, mate. I know we planned for a pit by the 25th. Let's cut it to the 20th. Han's out, and we don't need a bad vehicle out there, okay?**

"Roger."

Luca shifted his focus back to Max Addams, narrowing his thoughts on the intricacies of their duel. He couldn't help but wonder if the challenges his car was facing were unique to him or shared across the grid. After all, every team used the same mandated engine, chassis, and tire supplier.

But then again, the rules didn't prevent a team from having an edge in the paddock. Better engineering crews meant superior fine-tuning, faster repairs, and clever adjustments. That's your advantage, isn't it? Luca thought, his eyes narrowing as he studied Max's movements.

As they approached the next bend, Luca marveled at Max's tenacity. The 20th lap had begun, and Max was dangerously close—so close that a small misstep could result in contact. Luca wouldn't let it come to that. He veered slightly, giving Max a free racing line while ensuring his own trajectory allowed for an optimal exit.

[Tire Traction: 60%]

The warning flashed on his HUD, a cold reminder that his tires were wearing thin. It became painfully apparent as he rounded Turn 2's bottleneck. The car's rear squirmed under braking, threatening to slide out, but Luca instinctively countered with minute adjustments to the wheel.

Max took advantage of the momentary instability, diving closer into Luca's slipstream. The pressure mounted as Luca fought to maintain control, every ounce of his skill tested. His car jittered over the curbs as he pushed through the apex, barely keeping the predator behind him at bay.

The pitlane loomed ahead, and Luca knew he had no choice but to give up P1 in order to keep his car in good condition. Max, sensing this, didn't bother edging to his side. He simply remained behind Luca as the Trampos Dallara dragged itself off the track.

"...fourth driver pitting today—Luca Rennick..."

"...yes. Maintaining the lead is a very difficult path. And as he goes straight into the box, Max Addams now leads the F2 Hungarian Grand Prix..."

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[2nd Position]

Luca was lifted up and dropped within seconds, his Operational Status trickling back up.

**Get in there, Luca, before Bellingham comes**

[Pitstop Prodigy +1]

[SYNC BAR: [][][][] 50%]

[Trajectory Assessment: Pitlane disadvantage detected. Line integrity at risk from 3rd Position's approach.]

[Recommended Action: Enter at 60% throttle; maintain straight intersection trajectory. Anticipate 3rd Position's outside pressure.]

[Risk Factor: High (collision potential with 3rd Position). Adjust for slight traction loss at exit to regain position.]

The crowd's roar intensified as everyone anticipated what was about to transpire in the next few seconds. It was always a cinematic moment when a pitted driver tried to squeeze back into the race with a high-speed challenger approaching on the racing line. In this scenario, Luca had just pitted, and 3rd Position, Miles Bellingham, was determined to secure P2 by all means.

As little as their rivalry had grown since Australia, the Hungarian crowd was eager to see who would pull off a better exit at the apex.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"...a lightning-fast stop for Luca Rennick, and now a charging Miles Bellingham down Straight 1..."

The gap closed rapidly in mere seconds. Luca knew he was at a disadvantage, bound by the required speed when leaving the pitlane. But he trusted his instincts to veer perfectly as Miles' car appeared as a blur coming from the side.

A scorching rug of smoke billowed from Miles' tires as he screeched ahead, fighting to regain control after a monstrous charge down the straight.

[3rd Position]

"WOOOOOHH!"

Miles' car fishtailed into Turn 5, and Luca seized the chance, edging back ahead of him.

[2nd Position]

[Analyzing optimal entry speed based on current velocity, tire traction, and curvature of the bend...]

[Tire traction: 80%]

[Recommended speed for maneuver: 170 km/h]

Luca's tires rattled over the curb while Miles took the outside lane. Neither had time to glance at the other as Turn 7 cut sharply, forcing Luca to the outside lane while Miles gripped the inner curb.

[3rd Position]

"Fuck!"

"WOOOOOHH!"

[Agility +1]

Miles' hands trembled on the wheel. He had almost lost control of his car not once, but twice. Glancing back at Luca, he wondered how Luca was so skilled, especially through corners. Unlike Luca, Miles had been in single-seaters long before even becoming an F2 driver.

Luca's car nosed ahead, forcing Miles deep into the curb. It was an illegal move, but with no immediate consequences, Luca was safe for now. Still, he couldn't relax, as Miles held P2 by mere nanoseconds. Luca swiftly approached Turn 9, slipping behind Miles to claim the inner lane.

[2nd Position]

**Too tight, mate. Ease off, don't make contact**

[Spatial Awareness +1]

[SYNC BAR: [][][][] 62.5%]

Luca had been riding the edge all race. If not, he wouldn't have gained a point in Spatial Awareness. He cursed as his 2nd Position changed back to 3rd as they reached the bottleneck of Turn 11. Miles took the inner lane while Luca rounded out, attempting a drift.

[Calculating host drift exit...]

[.... calculation failed]

What?

Luca's eyes widened as his rear tires lost traction mid-drift. Miles had cut tighter than expected, and their lines dangerously converged at the apex.

"...CONTACT BETWEEN LUCA RENNICK AND MILES BELLINGHAM...!" the commentator's voice boomed as the two cars collided.

"WOOOOOHH!"

Luca's car jolted violently as Miles' left front wheel clipped his rear. The impact sent a shudder through both machines, vibrating through Luca's hands as his car swerved sideways.

The Squadra Corse Jnr paddock erupted into chaos, voices shouting and cursing as they watched Miles' Dallara spin uncontrollably, its left tire bouncing off the track.

"...OH MY! He's lost it..!"

[Strength +1]

Miles' car pirouetted down the track, spinning wildly as rubber screeched against asphalt. Luca caught a glimpse of the chaos in his mirrors but stayed focused on survival. Instinctively, he corrected his steering, feeling his tires bite back into the track. He had survived.

Miles had not.

[Traction Detected.]

[2nd Position]

Miles' car veered off-course, skidding out of the track and into the gravel, where the tires dug deep into the soil, finally coming to a halt. The crowd erupted into cheers and gasps as Squadra Corse Jnr found themselves a driver down.

**Are you alright, there?**

Luca gulped, picking up speed as he maneuvered through Turn 12 to meet the last straightaway. "Yeah, I am," he replied, quickly glancing at his car's status. He was fine. Somehow, he was still in this race.

"...MILES BELLINGHAM IS OUT! INCREDIBLE SCENES THERE AT TURN 11...!"

"...badly timed exits for both drivers, and both equally deserve to be in such a situation. However, Miles Bellingham might have had the poorer power approach..."

"...unharmed, Luca Rennick moves down the straight. Unfortunate there for Miles Bellingham. The flags are waved for him, and it's another Safety Car here in Hungary! Two drivers down for two top teams! Max Addams holds P1 as the track is cleared...!"

"Bloody hell…" Luca muttered, shaking his head. The crowd's deafening roar followed him as he pushed forward, leaving behind the wreckage caused by his and Miles' miscalculation.

Mr. Grant bit his lip as he watched the replay of Luca's car nearly colliding with the rival's. The slow-motion footage showed how easily the incident could have been disastrous for both drivers.

Miles, furious and unlucky, kicked up gravel as he stormed off, refusing help and stomping his way back to his team's garage. Squadra Corse Jnr was left with Albert Derstappen as their sole contender. With Albert now at P5, a high points tally was slipping out of sight for the team.

The Safety Car rolled out as Max took position behind it. Miles' DNF wasn't overly messy, and it wouldn't take long to clear up the track.

Still, Luca felt bad. He hadn't intended to make contact with Miles and would have preferred a clean overtake for P2.

Then he remembered that Miles had been the cause of Ansel's crash earlier in the race. Luca scoffed. Serves you right, mate.

[25th Lap]

Max Addams resumed the race at a blistering pace as soon as the Safety Car peeled off the track. He darted away immediately, the gap between him and the trailing pack widening. Luca now had to recover the seconds lost during his battle with Miles if he hoped to catch Max.

[Analyzing Dallara (F2 04) and host's distance from 2nd Position]

[You are 4.5 seconds away, host.]