My Formula 1 System-Chapter 645: S3 German Grand Prix. 2

The release of the duel felt like a leash cutting. Victor felt like he could breathe again despite being on the losing end. But as soon as Yūichirō zoomed past, the air became all messy and dirty.

Some cameras caught the Ferrari shuddering through the sector, the steering rack twitching in Victor’s hands. Trampos’ crew could only hope that wouldn’t be the end of his race. Quickly, the engineers came to the rescue with third pov clarity.

Victor’s heart thundered as he tractably began to work the inner controls as directed, his eyes flicking between the track and the dash. He adjusted the differential on corner entry, softening it slightly to regain rear stability, then trimmed his brake bias a notch forward to steady the car under deceleration.

He could feel his back tires through the steering wheel. They felt hot and a bit worn out, but they weren’t ruined yet. The telemetry confirmed a higher wear rate at the last braking zone, but also assured they weren’t going to pop or anything.

Up ahead, Yūichirō looked like he was having a really hard time, too. His car was sliding all over the place into Sector 2 like a bar of wet soap. The Renault threatened to spin and spit him into the barriers with the slightest throttle misjudgement.

Victor saw it, read it, and felt something ignite inside him.

He had lost two spots and hadn’t really gained anything yet. But he didn’t come all the way to this race just to be a "nobody" at the back. Not again.

He gritted his teeth, gripped the wheel tighter, and took a deep breath as the V22 eventually balanced.

"WOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!"

Up at the very front of the pack, where the most important part of the race was happening, everything felt super intense.

The crowd roared, waved flags, and cheered so loud that it felt like a giant thunderstorm was rolling over the circuit. Every single person watching on TV or at the circuit was staring at the leaders as Lap 10 started. The race was starting to tell a story, and right now, it was all about the scarlet Ferrari.

"...Here he comes—Rennick to the line again...!"

[Lap 10]

[New lap record!]

"...Ten laps complete at the German Grand Prix, and what a statement this has been from the home team! From lights out to now, Luca Rennick has been untouchable, unshakable, untamed! He crosses the line and takes this race another step..."

[Yaw Flex +1]

[Track Awareness +2]

[SYNC BAR: [][][][] 25%]

[Sync Multiplication applied!]

The big digital time tower of Bergwaldring flashed as Luca’s car zoomed over the line and slowed for T1.

The gap between him and the next car was huge!

P1– Luca Rennick

P2– Marko Ignaova (+4.05)

"..he’s a whole sector above everyone else! Rennick is only a couple of seconds from making ALBERT DERSTAPPEN a potential barkmarker! Can you believe how fast that Ferrari is on its own home track...?"

What was the point of even racing anymore if it wasn’t for the drama, the show, and the fans who were already super happy because their favorite was winning so easily?

At this stage, the German Grand Prix didn’t even feel like a real fight; it was just a parade. Luca Rennick was going to win—everyone knew it. There were no "ifs" or "buts" about it. It was so obvious that they could have just told him to pull over right now and handed him the trophy!

Up in the fancy VIP rooms, the big bosses from Trampos and the serious-looking people from Ferrari were all standing up and clapping behind the big glass windows. They looked really pleased as they sat back down in their expensive leather chairs. You could see them smiling and nodding at each other.

Mr. Ojukwu looked especially proud, watching his star driver move through the track like a master. But then, he looked down at the computer screens showing all the lap times and saw the other red Ferrari stuck way back in P15. His face changed, and he looked kind of annoyed.

It’s crazy how different things can be for two drivers. On one side, you have Luca—he’s perfect, he never makes mistakes, and he started his career with the best advantage you could think of: his system.

Then, on the other side, there’s Victor. He’s the guy nobody expects much from, the one people ignored before he even got a chance. He’s all alone, and everyone doubts him. But usually, in stories like this, the person everyone ignores is the one who ends up surprising everyone the most.

As the German Grand Prix got to Lap 12, the middle of the pack was turning into a real battlefield. Even though nobody had crashed out yet, there were lots of contacts, making the race super tense to watch. Simultaneously, Luca’s commanding success seemed to ripple through the air, and it was beginning to rub off on his teammate, Victor.

With every lap, Victor started driving much better, finding the seam. On the other hand, Yūichirō was still having a hard time. His car kept wobbling in the back, which showed he wasn’t really in control. Victor could tell he was struggling.

When they got to the fast part of Sector 2, where they had initially converged, Victor moved in close, never rushing, never overcommitting. The moment the Renault’s rear slid out ever so slightly at the exit, Victor deployed the best ERS his chassis could generate to pull right up next to him.

Smoothly, Turn 7 opened up, and both cars naturally dived in with Victor taking the lead.

It was easily the best move Victor had made all day.

P13– Victor Surmann ↑

P14– Yokouchi Yūichirō ↓

Back on the pit wall, Mr. Ruben and the engineers started cheering over the radio, their voices overlapping. They were glad for two reasons. Firstly, it was an appreciation for the well-executed overtake. Secondly, it was a relief because Victor had also gained a place on Jimmy Damgaard, who had entered half a second delta with the demoted Japanese.

For the first time all race, Victor was truly moving forward!