My Formula 1 System-Chapter 389: S2 British GP. 4

After that realization, Luca didn't waste any time moving forward with the sudden plan. Without hesitation, he ordered the system to convert the single Wrench tool into three Catalysts.

Once the conversion was complete, he immediately instructed the system to apply those three new Catalyst tools to the three Self Skills he had selected: Spatial Awareness, Straightaway Chopping, and Side-by-Side King.

[Processing request...]

[Conversion initiated...]

[1 Wrench → 3 Catalysts]

[Conversion successful!]

[Current Inventory:

— Catalysts: 3

— Wrenches: 0]

[Processing request...]

[Applying 3 Catalysts to selected Skills]

[Spatial Awareness: 13 → 14]

[SYNC BAR: [][][][] 37.5%]

[Straightaway Chopping: 14 → 15]

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

[Side-by-Side King: 10 → 11 ]

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

Booyah! From 25% to 62.5%—more than halfway filled—without even doing anything on track but simply applying his intellect to unravel a loophole in the system. Luca was fully proud of himself.

[Intelligence +1]

His original plan of activating the Sync Buff using Slipsense and Rainborne points had fallen apart, but now, Sync Buff activation was beginning to look possible again. And Luca knew he would really need it in this race, especially considering he was currently out of the top three.

[4th Position]

"—and would you look at that! Luca Rennick has dropped out of the top three entirely!"

"...In the hands of Jimmy Damgaard and Mikhail Petrov, no less! Two absolute hounds who gave him zero breathing space down the straight!"

"...He was holding P2 not long ago, but in a matter of corners—corners!—he's been shuffled back to fourth!"

"...Damgaard went bold into Sector 2, and Petrov didn't even blink—he just followed through like a missile!"

"... RUTHLESS DRIVING HERE IN ENGLAND..!"

"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"

After Elias Nyström had overtaken Luca, he did exactly what he had done to so many other unfortunate drivers who had been caught in the wake of the compound sabotage crisis. As soon as Luca lost P1 to Nyström, the floodgates opened, and other drivers arrived like a silent bullet train, swiftly picking up the scraps.

[3rd Position closing in]

[4th Position closing in]

Luca had hoped, just for a moment, that he might last a few more seconds. After all, he had been told that Damgaard and Petrov were battling each other for P3 at that moment. But the duel didn't last long, and in the blink of an eye, Damgaard emerged victorious, utilizing his momentum to immediately take down Luca.

There, Luca couldn't help but feel a bit... alarmed by Jimmy Damgaard. The memories of their clash just less than two weeks ago were still as fresh as a ripe mango. Luca knew if he hadn't forgotten about it by now, it was hard to believe that Damgaard had. After all, Luca had finished P2 in that race, while Damgaard had been stuck in P9. And not to mention the final blow—Luca landing the word "pussy" in the heat of the moment, a barb Damgaard never had the chance to spit back.

So now, with Damgaard locked onto him, Luca remained vigilant—cautious, prepared. He couldn't help but wonder if Damgaard saw this as the perfect opportunity for payback, a chance to deliver his own retaliatory blow. Luca wasn't entirely sure if the Norwegian would risk a penalty, but one thing he'd learned in F1 was that drivers, often without realizing it, mirrored their mentors' habits and tactics.

With DiMarco being Damgaard's mentor, it didn't take much to guess how retaliation would be taught. And Luca wasn't sure if he was about to experience that lesson AGAIN.

Gratefully for Luca, Jimmy Damgaard did not tempt his place with the gods. He took P1 without being too rough, but still did it loudly and with the confident stamp of a driver who knew what he wanted.

P2 — Jimmy Damgaard ↑

P3 — Luca Rennick ↓

Velocità erupted in jubilations and wild rejoice. Right there in the capital of England, in the presence of their monarchs, a Velocità driver had just overtaken a Jackson Racing driver—and not just any, but their golden boy.

Luca's team radio quickly came alive, encouraging him to hold steady. The constant pressure ever since he rejoined the race had been disrupting the rhythm he was trying to rebuild. And just three seconds after Damgaard's overtake, the next blow landed as Petrov followed suit, overtaking Luca with a gentle modest move. But the reaction that followed was anything but modest.

P3— Mikhail Petrov ↑

P4— Luca Rennick ↓

[Analyzing 5th Position's distance from host and Ferrari (JRX-92B)...]

[5th Position is 1.5 sec away, host]

At P4, Luca had just realized how completely messed up the pack was. Normally, there was always some form of structured balance in an F1 grid—one to three powerhouses would occupy the front, the elites and average drivers would form the middle, while the tail end was left for the struggling, below-average performers.

However, that usual balance had been thrown into absolute chaos thanks to the unprecedented compound sabotage crisis that had unfolded in this British Grand Prix. Now, the elites and even some average drivers were the ones holding the front, while the true powerhouses—himself included of course—were oddly clustered in the middle, unlike usual.

P4— Luca Rennick

P5— Antonio Luigi

P6— Davide DiMarco

[Front Left: 86°C → 91°C ✅]

[Front Right: 85°C → 92°C ✅]

[Rear Left: 84°C → 86°C ✅]

[Rear Right: 83°C → 88°C ✅]

**Tire temps are optimal, pressure's steady, and you've got plenty in you. It's time to reset, find that rhythm. Eyes forward, not backwards. Big rival—Antonio. Big rival—Davide**

Luca exhaled and steadied his grip on the wheel. Finally, the car felt good beneath him now. There was no unnecessary twitching, and no poor drag, and no noise through corners but firm, confident grip.

Taking his gaze to the mirrors, Luca realized this was the moment of reckoning. With Rodnick temporarily out, he now saw himself, Luigi, and DiMarco as the new big three. And right now, they were all in a straight line.

Luigi was moving smoothly—deadly and silent—but Luca could still sense him clearly through Spatial Awareness. DiMarco, on the other hand, made no effort to hide. He was the third in that chain and had already been giving Luigi problems even before Luca dropped.

Luca's lips tightened. He wasn't going to give either of them the satisfaction of winning in England and putting shame to Jackson Racing.

From here on out, it was war. Quiet, fast, tire-shredding war.