My Formula 1 System

[DATA DISPLAYED IN REAL-TIME:

-Car Speed: 145 km/h

-Heart Rate: 110 bpm

-Operational Status: 60% ↘ (Average)

-Breathing: Slightly Elevated

-Distance covered: 77000m

-Time: 20 min. ]

[System Alert: CRITICAL – Right-front tire puncture detected!]

[System Guidance:

-Reduce speed to 80 km/h immediately to limit tire disintegration.

-Steer smoothly to avoid rim-ground contact; prioritize straight-line stability.

-Locate nearest runoff area (Sector 2, ~500m ahead)

-Engage Emergency Mode 1 to stabilize chassis with reduced grip.

-Tire pressure: 0.6 bar, dropping fast—crash risk imminent if speed exceeds 100 km/h.]

The team radio said almost the same thing but with better understanding. Luca grasped it better and adhered to their directions to save the car from hitting anywhere.

**Luca, tire's gone—slow to 80 km/h now, no sharp turns**

**Find the runoff at Les Combes, ~500 meters ahead. Emergency Mode 1, engage**

"Okay. Okay."

**Easy, mate—pull off safe, we're done** Mr. Berry heaved. **Sorry. The race's gone. You're too far from pit entry**

"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"

"...Luca Rennick now nurses the Ferrari to safety. Oh my word, look at that right-front tire. It is shattered! And the further he moves, it shreds into ribbons...!"

"...what a heartbreaker for Jackson Racing, Sam. A DNF looming after a fierce P2 battle! What caused this? Could it be debris...?"

"...Or maybe that earlier contact with Rodnick's wing clipped him? Luigi was side-by-side too—did their duel nick the Pirelli? Tire wear's another suspect; those softs were pushed hard pre-pitstop. No word from the stewards yet, but this is gutting for Rennick..."

Luca safely reached the runoff area. By then, his torn tire was flapping and wobbling a lot. It badly disrupted the car's downforce and balance, but since he was no longer racing, it didn't matter. He coasted at a crawl.

The car's engine had quieted, giving the crowd's thunderous roar enough space to reach his ears.

Luca still couldn't grasp what had happened as he climbed out of the cockpit to inspect the tear himself. One moment, he was carving the apex, wheel-to-wheel with Luigi. He recalled having the upper hand with Side-by-Side King, more than ready to exit first and surge into the next right-hander.

All of a sudden, this disaster struck. Luca crouched and ran a gloved hand over the shredded black tire. He suddenly wished his system could analyze what had damaged the car's components, revealing the true cause. But that felt like a stretch even for the system.

XXX— Luca Rennick

P3— ↓

P4— ↓

P5— ↓

P6— ↓

P7— ↓

P8— ↓

He kept tumbling down and down the leaderboard. Luca turned to the track where he had just run off. He watched the other drivers continue the race, pushing for positions without a bother of his DNF. Even Ansel seemed laser-focused when he swooped past with his Dallara. He was currently in a close battle with Jacobsen of Alpine.

The marshals arrived and escorted Luca away from the Ferrari. Another group immediately went to work to tow it away from the runoff. The crowd at that sector began a round of heartfelt applause as Luca left the track.

"...Devastation for Luca Rennick—a DNF at Spae-Ferenchal. He grabbed P7 in Australia for 6 points, but zero here will shake the Drivers' Championship. That tire tear's still a puzzle but for now, Luca's out, but the race charges on...!"

It was only until Luca had returned to Jackson's garage did the stewards finally spotted the reason for Luca's tire tear.

It wasn't until Luca returned to Jackson's garage that the stewards finally spotted the reason for his tire tear.

They confirmed there was no debris at the turn of the incident. This left two possibilities: either Luca's soft compounds were weak and tore, though unlikely since he hadn't overtaxed them, or the tear came from contact with Luigi or Rodnick.

Fortunately, cameras offered multiple angles. While Luigi and Rodnick raced in P3 and P2 respectively, their cars appeared on analysis screens, and Luigi's chiseled wing was eventually detected.

(Race tower via radio to Squadra Corse):

**Your driver's left front wing is illegally sharpened. This is a bad violation! It caused Rennick's puncture, endangering safety. This is unacceptable negligence!**

Yes, of course, Squadra was supposed to play ignorant for the matter. **We had no idea. Pardon—complete oversight. We'll comply fully, no issue**

"...Car #17, Antonio Luigi, has an illegally modified front wing, causing a competitor's puncture. Black-and-orange flag issued—box immediately to replace the unsafe component..."

"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"

For the FIA to determine whether Squadra Corse's sharpened wing was deliberately crafted to sabotage another driver's race would take considerable time, far beyond a few tense minutes. It could require a few days of thorough investigation, interrogating Squadra's engineers and analyzing evidence before deciding on a penalizing verdict—or none at all.

Regardless of the outcome, the harsh truth remained: Luca was out of the race, his puncture caused by their wing. Hearing the news in Jackson's garage, Luca stood in disbelief, stunned.

"...Breaking news at the Belgian Grand Prix—the stewards confirm Luigi's sharpened front wing carved Luca Rennick's right-front Pirelli, triggering that catastrophic tear..!"

"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"

"...After P7 in Australia, zero points here is a brutal hit for this young star! Luigi's boxing now—black-and-orange flag for that illegal wing—but it's no consolation for Jackson Racing. Poor Luca, caught in the crossfire...!"

Jackson Racing crew members were even more livid than Luca was. Luigi faced no penalty and was rolling down the pit lane. This sparked a surge of accusatory chants from Jackson Racing fans and supporters.

Luca glanced up at a small TV replaying the graze from the sharpest angle imaginable. The camera zoomed in very tight to catch that glint of Luigi's chiseled wing as it knifed through his right-front tire.

In slow motion, the rubber shook and frayed. Milliseconds later, a jagged tear revealed itself and was spitting out the black rubber contents of the tire. The shot looped relentlessly, each cycle burning the moment deeper into Luca's psyche.

Now he understood why his Spatial Awareness skill kept sparking goosebumps. Luca realized he'd need to max the skill to prevent this again and expose Luigi before it could happen.

Expose.

Luca himself wasn't even sure if the contact was deliberate. From what he could see, it was a textbook wheel-to-wheel duel moment where cars might graze each other, and since he wasn't clipped in their first duel, it suggested this wasn't intentional.

But there was always going to be this nagging whisper that screams otherwise, impossibly loud.

"...Cameras on Luigi in the box—the wing has been changed, and he's rolling out to rejoin the race...!"

Luca's eyes moved to the pitlane. As Luigi passed, his gaze darted to Jackson's garage, searching for Luca's frame at lightning speed.

When their eyes locked, Luigi heaved a sigh of relief and pressed on toward the track's intersection. Finally, the menace was out of the race.