My Formula 1 System
Chapter 52 Respite 2

[SYSTEM ONLINE...]

Luca had spent the previous day in solitude, confined to his hotel room. He only ventured out once, feeling the need to stretch after being glued to his bed and binge-watching movies on his laptop. His eyes felt sore and unfocused, and he could barely see straight as he made his way out of the room.

When he reached the hotel's recreational center, he found it buzzing with activity. The indoor pool was crowded with people enjoying themselves, and other guests were engaged in various games and workouts. Luca, looking for a way to unwind, joined a few older men who were playing table tennis. He stretched his arms and felt his calf muscles tighten, grateful for the movement after so much inactivity.

By late afternoon, Luca was in the middle of a game with a good fellow, when the TV screens around the center flickered to life, broadcasting live footage of the upcoming Formula 1 race at George Park. The circuit was just a few miles from the hotel, in the same bustling district.

Luca had hoped to avoid motorsport altogether for the day, taking a rare break from the high-speed world he inhabited. But luck wasn't on his side, and racing found him anyway. The older men grumbled amongst themselves, complaining about not being able to attend the race due to the venue being at full capacity. Resigned to watching from afar, they settled into their seats, chilled drinks in hand, ready for 90 minutes of roaring engines and blistering speeds. Luca was relieved that none of them seemed to recognize him as a Formula 2 driver; he even liked it that way.

A few guests continued with their activities but cast the occasional glance at the screen to catch updates on the race. Luca was one of them. He resumed his table tennis match with a middle-aged Asian man, but his eyes kept drifting back to the screen, stealing glances at the F1 cars and racers as the anticipation mounted.

"...Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the heart of Melbourne! We're just moments away from the start of what promises to be an exhilarating Formula 1 race...!"

Luca's bat had swung through the air, completely missing the tennis ball. He glanced up at the man he was playing with, expecting a look of frustration or disappointment, but the man's gaze was locked on the TV screen, just as distracted as Luca. With curiosity sparked, Luca turned his eyes to the broadcast that had momentarily stolen their attention making him miss the white ball.

"...as the cars line up on the grid, let's take a quick look at our pole sitter today—driver number 44, Squadra Corse's one and only Antonio Luigi, who's shown incredible pace in the last race. Right alongside him, we have the ever-competitive number 32, Marcellus Rodnick representing Jackson Racing, to capitalize on any mistake..."

A low murmur of disappointment rippled through the older men seated in front of the TV. He found out that the reason for their displeasure was that their favorite, Marco Rossi, the reigning F1 champion from Jackson Racing, had now been absent for two consecutive races. No official explanation had been given, but Luca had a few guesses. It could be anything from unresolved contractual issues or the Team Principal must have gone nuts, making an inexplicable decision to bench the star driver in favor of Rodnick.

"...let's not forget about the weather, Sam—clouds gathered during the feeder series yesterday, and today's skies don't look any clearer. A rain shower could shake things up. How will the teams adapt...?"

"...what we are looking at here is the pinnacle of motorsport, Alex. These drivers know how to navigate through any situation; a slight drizzle would be the least of their problems..."

Luca glanced back at the man he had been playing against. They exchanged a knowing look, a silent agreement that they have been toying with themselves. Without a word, they both set down their paddles and joined the others who had gathered to watch the race unfold.

The aged men made room for Luca, and before he knew it, someone handed him a chilled bottle of lager. Luca stared at it curiously; he'd never had beer before. With some hesitation, he took a sip, then another, and managed only three before the pungent stench overwhelmed and intoxicated him.

The race commenced, and an electric energy filled the room, matching the intensity on the track. The old men who had been lounging a moment before suddenly came alive, shouting at the screen and leaping to their feet. Some clenched their betting slips with white-knuckled desperation, silently urging their drivers forward, while others groaned as their picks started to slip down the leaderboard.

Nearby, a group of friends exchanged banter, pointing out the strategies unfolding before them, their laughter mingling with shouts of encouragement. A quiet man at one side leaned forward, eyes glued to the screen, whispering tactics to himself as if he was a supreme being, plotting the race's outcome.

Luca wondered if people had reacted this way when he skidded off the track to Miles Bellingham. Maybe a man in this room had placed his money on him. The thought of it made Luca laugh inwardly as he couldn't help but be swept by their enthusiasm bouncing off the walls of the recreational centre.

After a thrilling hour and a half of racing, it finally ended and the results were fairly surprising. The same Marcellus Rodnick the men disapproved, astonishingly claimed 1st in George Park. Antonio Luigi took second place, which sparked an odd sense of satisfaction in Luca. In fact, he was more than happy with the leaderboard after Nevada HanSama's Hank Rice set the fastest lap in the race and secured third place.

Luca didn't linger to watch the podium celebrations. He excused himself quietly and returned to his room, spending the remainder of the day completing his daily training routine and indulging in more movies.

Now, today was a fresh start.

Luca got out of bed and went through his morning routine like a well-programmed machine. The motions felt predictable, almost robotic, as if he were caught in an unending loop. He had already called Sara to pick him up and drop him off at the training facility.

Luca made it to the gym once again and began his exercises, keeping his body fit as ever.

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[Today's session will focus on heated Simulated Racing to mirror in-race scenarios for abrupt switch and swerve of lane to avoid contact with rivals and transition their cut-ins against them.]

[EXERCISE: SIMULATED RACING TRAINING]

[EQUIPMENT: RACING SIMULATOR]

[Host is required to sit in the racing simulator while maintaining focus and control, performing tasks to enhance coordination and reaction time.]

[This will be a 4-hour session. It will involve replicating real-time racing dynamics, focusing on precision driving, endurance, and reaction time while navigating complex tracks, sharp turns, and high-speed straights. Host must adjust strategies based on simulated race conditions to maintain peak performance and efficiency throughout the session.]

[Next phases of Daily Routine will be shifted to accommodate this session.]

Luca shook his head slowly, hands resting on his waist as he stared at the racing simulator. Four hours of non-stop racing wasn't just training anymore. He desperately hoped that after all this, his steering and alertness would see some noticeable improvement.

He checked the time on his wristwatch: 6:28. That meant he'd probably be done and out of here by around 10:30. Exhaling deeply, Luca slid into the simulator. The padded seat enveloped him, and he adjusted the straps with a practiced hand. The VR headset lowered over his eyes, pulling him into the immersive world of simulated racing. His hands gripped the wheel instinctively, and his feet hovered over the pedals, his senses drowned in the roar of engines.

Luca raced for four solid hours, with no breaks for water or bathroom trips. His concentration never faltered, even though the virtual tracks looked and felt incredibly real. But he could easily tell the difference. The simulations, while spot on, never quite matched the brutal demands of a real race—yet, somehow, they felt even tougher.

After what seemed like an eternity, Luca finally finished the simulation. He groaned as he peeled off the gear, his muscles stiff, his body aching from maintaining such intense focus and posture for so long. "Ahh, System. What have you done to me?" he bellowed, his eyes dry as he stumbled, the dizziness creeping in. He stretched his arms out in exhaustion, letting the tension slip away as a tired yawn escaped him.

[Activity helped you advance your Attributes, host.]

[Strength +1

[Stamina +1]

[Endurance +]

[Agility +1]

[Intelligence +1]

"That's very impressive. I thought I wouldn't make a thing after failing to fill the Sync Bar," Luca said, leaving the simulation room with swollen eyes.

He stepped into the cool mid-morning air, taking a moment to stretch as he jogged down the short steps. With a quick snap, he opened the tip of a Fijee energy drink. Sara waved at him from the driver's seat, her shades giving her a cool, effortless vibe—her own money starting to show in the little details.

Luca nodded tiredly, taking a long gulp from the can as he walked to the car. He climbed into the passenger seat and shut the door behind him.

Sara turned to him, showing him the screen of her phone. Luca's gaze shifted to the details of a Middle-Eastern man on the display. "Who is this?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Do you like him? I picked him as your personal trainer. Just wanted your validation," Sara said, shaking the phone in front of him with urgency.

Luca squeezed the Fijee can and tossed it under the airbag. "You must've selected the best. What other validation do you need?"

Sara smiled, satisfied. "It's settled then," she said, dropping the phone and turning the car's engine on, her hands resting confidently on the wheel.

As they drove back to the hotel, Sara kept him company while he enjoyed a late breakfast and took a relaxing bath. After a short nap, Luca was jolted awake by a phone call from Harry, eager to hang out. At the same time, Ansel suggested a meet-up to chill. Sensing an opportunity for a good time, Luca quickly arranged a get-together for all three of them.

Luca dressed casually yet stylishly—dark jeans, a fitted graphic tee, and a lightweight jacket that complemented his look perfectly. He followed Sara out of the hotel and into the car once again, the destination set for Abisal Square, a vibrant and lively spot right in the heart of Melbourne.