My Formula 1 System

The ninth round of the Formula Racing season concluded with F1's Sunday race, but for the first time in a long while, Formula 2 dominated the conversation. Discussions, debates, and analysis surrounding Formula 2 events were more intense throughout the weekend than those about Formula 1. Even Sam Hamilton, the lead English commentator for F1, couldn't help but weigh in during the 20th lap, when Davide DiMarco made a daring move for P1. Hamilton drew comparisons between DiMarco's aggressive overtaking maneuver and Ansel's similar move the previous day. As the race unfolded, the commentary team shifted focus, diving into discussions about the Featured Race on Saturday.

"F2 at its absolute best!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Trampos Racing's implosion!"

"From P1 to DNFs?!"

"Teammates Turned Foes!"

"Teammates no more?!"

"Fighting for the spotlight!"

"Trampos' tragedy!"

"Zero points in Riyadh?!"

These were the most widespread phrases floating around among enthusiastic Formula racing fans. The buzz surrounding Trampos Racing was inescapable. The fallout from Riyadh was all anyone could talk about—despite Trampos being a Formula 2 team.

Many hadn't even watched the race live, dismissing it in favor of F1, but after hearing about the chaos, F2 Saturday's Saudi Arabian Grand Prix had suddenly drawn more viewership than its premier counterpart. Enjoy exclusive adventures from empire

The new social media platforms were ablaze with it, Sports shows ran endless loops of footage showing the now-infamous clashes between Luca and Ansel, replaying every overtaking attempt, every contact, and the final collision, which many claimed could have been fatal. However, Luca was completely fine, no problem to worry about.

The Federation initially embraced the surge in attention that followed the collision, which skyrocketed the night of the incident and the following Sunday. However, they soon shifted their approach, working to downplay the situation. Sam Hamilton, stopped making further remarks, while Federation-owned press outlets softened the narrative to minimize the event's impact. After all, severe crashes were not uncommon in the sport, and the Federation's priority was to keep Formula 1 both exciting and at the top of global motorsport interest over Formula 2.

Amid all the chaos, Miles Bellingham's monumental achievement—his first F2 Grand Prix victory—barely received any attention. The dramatic night street race had ended in a way no one could have predicted. While the podium was occupied by skilled drivers, whose names many might have placed bets on, the absence of Luca and Ansel, who had been securely holding P1 and P2, was the most shocking twist.

When the safety car was deployed a few minutes past 8:30 PM, the remaining drivers lined up behind it as the track was cleared. Luca's wrecked Dallara was carefully towed away, and the scattered debris meticulously removed. Ansel's damaged car followed, both vehicles taken back to the Trampos garage. Once the cleanup was complete, the red flags were lowered. Miles, who had been trailing Ansel by eight seconds before the crash, was suddenly thrust into the lead. He led the pack to the grid for the restart, which featured a single warm-up lap before the final showdown.

By the end of the night, Miles had secured a victory, though the attention remained elsewhere. Only the loyal Squadra Corse Jnr fans celebrated his triumph, their cheers ringing out as the rest of the audience fixated on replay after replay of Luca and Ansel's collision, particularly Luca's dramatic crash.

"...and Miles Bellingham takes P1. Max Addams follows after, and Sean Aaronson completes the podium."

P1—Miles Bellingham

P2—Max Addams

P3—Sean Aaronson

P4—Albert Derstappen

P5—Dani Walding

Just when it seemed the race had concluded and the surprises were over, the marshals made an announcement that reignited the buzz echoing through the city's streets and buildings. Their review of the incident, which had dominated conversations everywhere, addressed several key points: the motive behind the collision, the sequence of events leading to the clash, the impact, the identification of the victim and the guilty party, and the appropriate penalty.

The marshals' findings were shared with Trampos Racing. According to their assessment, Ansel Hahn had pursued P1 with an overly aggressive maneuver, refusing to yield to his teammate, Luca Rennick, who had the racing line at that turn before the tunnel. The collision caused significant damage to both cars, nearly beyond repair. After careful deliberation, the marshals determined that while neither driver was entirely blameless, the primary fault rested with Ansel Hahn.

Mr. Moritz and his fellow engineers took the information calmly. However, when they learned that Ansel had narrowly avoided a one-race ban and had instead been handed a penalty to start at the back of the grid for the next race, their calm demeanor faltered, replaced with visible frustration.

No one could claim they hadn't seen it coming—not even Ansel himself. As soon as he returned to the garage after the race, he swiftly changed out of his Veststar suit, put on a tracksuit, and left without uttering a single word. Since then, no one had seen or heard from him.

Luca on the other hand? Luca was seated upright in a hospital bed, flipping through a newspaper that actually told him all these. It provided him with a detailed account of the events that had transpired the day before. It was Monday morning, and he had specifically requested the paper from one of the nurses attending to him.

He was at the King Faisal Specialist Hospital in Riyadh's Al Maather District, known for its state-of-the-art facilities and high-profile clientele. The hospital's pristine white corridors, lined with glass panels and calming artworks, exuded modern sophistication. Luca had been admitted on Saturday's night for observation after his high-impact collision, which had left him shaken.

Upon arrival, he had been swiftly taken to the emergency unit, where a team of specialists conducted thorough scans and assessments. They had administered intravenous fluids to rehydrate him and prescribed mild painkillers for his sore muscles. Luca wasn't given any update, but he was told he'd be this very morning, and this newspaper was also a way to pass time.

Luca groaned softly, lowering the newspaper and glancing around the expansive hospital room. Perhaps the doctor had come and gone while he was too dazed to notice. But the room was silent, empty except for the faint hum of the air conditioning.

He felt as though he'd lost an entire chunk of time—maybe 20 hours, give or take. No, he was certain of it! His system had confirmed as much the moment he woke up that morning, notifying him of what he'd missed.

It had also given some very intriguing updates of himself Luca couldn't ignore.

[SYSTEM ONLINE...]

[Host missed Sunday's Daily Routine]

[Host has missed Monday's Daily Routine]

[Detecting Host...]

[... successfully detected!]

[Ding!]

[System detects host's poor physical and health condition.]

[Host's enhanced and high Attributes helped reduce the severity of injuries sustained in the crash. Good job, host!]

[Host is now left with one major predicament.]

[System detects a broken rib]

What the—?

[System detects host will heal 67% faster]

That is not gonna help, actually, Luca mused.

[System has concluded detection]

[Results: a broken rib—the 8th rib]

Luca glanced down at his midsection, the dull ache intensifying now that his body had fully processed the extent of the damage. He lifted his hospital gown, revealing the thick, quadruple-layered bandage tightly wrapped around his ribs.

He let out a dry scoff, dropping the gown back down over the bandages. He shook his head slowly, genuinely surprised about this new update. "Damn. Now something I didn't see in the newspaper," he muttered. "And this 67% recovery estimate? What's the actual timeline?"

Before his system could finalize the calculation, the sound of the door swinging open drew his attention. He quickly deactivated the interface with a mental command as a doctor stepped into the room.

The doctor was followed by two nurses who scurried into the room though he entered first. "Luca Rennick," the doctor greeted warmly in an Arabic accent. The kind that the speaker was very good with English. He was a tall man with silver-rimmed glasses and an air of calm authority.

"Good morning," the nurses greeted. One of them approached Luca's bed while the other left the room momentarily to wheel in a cart carrying medical supplies.

The nurses conducted a series of routine checks on Luca, starting with his pupils and head for any signs of concussion or tenderness. They inspected his bandaged ribs for swelling or infection, adjusted the bindings, and ensured they were stable. Using a stethoscope, they confirmed clear lung sounds and no fluid build-up. His oxygen levels and blood pressure were measured, and basic mobility tests were done to assess his range of motion without causing strain.

After they were done, they offered Luca a bowl of candies, and he accepted.

"This is the first time a formula driver is in our grand hospital," the doctor said, nodding to the nurses who took their leave.

Luca chuckled, savoring the nice taste of the candies.

"I'll give you a full update on your diagnosis and what we've treated you for so far. After that, we'll monitor you for the next 24 hours for any complications, but everything looks stable for now. At the end of the day, the hospital will hand you over to Trampos Racing's medical team, who will oversee the rest of your recovery and ensure you're fit for the next steps," the doctor said.

"Sounds good," Luca replied.