My Formula 1 System-Chapter 294: S2 Monaco Grand Prix. 14
[Slipstream Status: ENGAGING]
Car <— Approaching Slipstream (Minimal aerodynamic effect)
Car <<— Partial Lock (Drag reduction increasing)
Car <<<— LOCKED IN (Maximum slipstream advantage)
[Overtake Window: Inevitable]
Luca shifted to the right and joined Rodnick on the harbor straight, Ferrari beside Ferrari.
Rodnick was stunned.
Just moments ago, he had been comfortably holding position, fully focused on advancing to P2 while calculating his last pit.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Luca—his teammate—was right beside him, his Ferrari tearing through the air with an aggressive presence that sent a chill through his spine.
Rodnick's steering tightened out of instinct, his foot pressing harder on the throttle to force all breath out of the ThunderKat.
But no matter how much power he boosted his chassis on the straight, Luca was still beside him, matching and even surpassing his speed with ease!
"Why the hell is he so fast?!" Rodnick thundered, his heart pounding as his dashboard flashed the overtake warning, his entire JRX-97 technology registering Luca as an ineludible threat.
"…Luca Rennick is ON FIRE! Look at that blistering pace! He's absolutely STORMING through the field...!"
With High-Speed Dominance maxed out at (50), Luca's Ferrari could unleash its full top speed on any straight without any refresh cycle—0.00 seconds of stutter.
There was no cooldown, no need to ease off the throttle; he could keep the car pinned at maximum velocity for as long as the track allowed!
Ordinarily, such relentless acceleration would push the car to its thermal limits, forcing the engine and tires to suffer from overheating. But with Heat Management also at (50), those concerns were completely erased!
With this, Luca's 92B was technically an unstoppable force.
There was no speed fade, no loss of efficiency, and no mechanical strain holding it back. It wouldn't slow down, and it wouldn't suffer the consequences of prolonged high-speed racing.
**How are you so fast?!** Rodnick's voice crackled through the radio, tense and unable to believe.
But Luca didn't respond. He had no need to because his driving was answer enough.
Rodnick was still reeling from the sudden challenge when Luca made the final move to seal the overtake.
Luca gently tilted to the left, and the high Handling quickly responded, cutting his car ahead of Rodnick in such a seamless manner it seemed his car was gliding rather than driving.
"...Marcellus Rodnick had NO answer for that! Rennick lined it up, got into the slipstream, and just breezed past like Rodnick was standing still...!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!" The spectators roared in unison, their disbelief off the charts as the reigning champion was wasted.
It seemed the Mazerunner had resumed his tricks in F1.
[3rd Position]
"...Luca Rennick in P3, Marcellus Rodnick in P4...!"
P3— Luca Rennick ↑
P4— Marcellus Rodnick ↓
**That is.... that is excellent driving, Luca. Simply lovely**
"...WHAT A MOVE! Luca doesn't even break a sweat as he takes the position! Top three for the young Italian as he glides past his new teammate...!"
"...Ladies and gentlemen, if you ever doubted the potential of Luca Rennick, doubt no more—this is a masterclass in raw speed and precision...!"
Luca remained focused into Lap 51. With P3 secured, his eyes locked onto Ailbeart Moireach's Renault, which was still quite far ahead.
The night sky over Monaco was a canvas of glitter, but to Luca, everything narrowed down to his Ferrari and his preys up ahead.
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Although Sync Buff didn't directly enhance Luca's speed or acceleration stats—meaning it didn't add a specific boost to the JRX-92B's top speed of 350 km/h or its 2.5-second acceleration—the system's upgrades indirectly elevated the car's overall performance.
This was due to how Sync Buff interacted with both Luca's personal attributes and the car's engine dynamics.
For example, reduced drag and improved downforce translated into faster top speeds on straights and more stability when pushing the car beyond its limit.
[Analyzing Ferrari (JRX-92B) and host's distance from 4th Position]
[You are 3 seconds away, host.]
[Analyzing Pace Differential...]
[Host is gaining 0.25 sec per sector]
[Estimated catch-up time: 6 sectors (2 laps)]
[Updating Distance...]
[You are 1.50 sec away, host.]
[Analyzing Ferrari (JRX-92B) and host's distance from 4th Position]
[You are 1.5 seconds away, host.]
"...LUCA RENNICK IS ABSOLUTELY TEARING THROUGH THE FIELD! The gap to Ailbeart Moireach was THREE SECONDS just moments ago, but now it's down to a SINGLE SECOND AND A HALF...!"
"...This is ridiculous pace! He's making up nearly a quarter of a second per sector! That's the kind of speed gain you'd expect with DRS and full deployment, but Luca's doing it all on raw pace...!"
**Luca, you are 1.2 seconds behind Ailbeart. Pace is phenomenal. Keep this up!**
**Ailbeart is still pushing for P1. He might not defend immediately, but expect resistance soon**
**Gap to Marko is 2.8 seconds. If you clear Ailbeart, you'll be in the fight for the lead!**
"Understood," Luca replied, adding with confidence, "He won't hold me for long."
From Haddock Racing's pit wall, another set of radio waves snaked through the crisp night air of fuel and rubber.
**Stay focused on Marko, but be ready to defend. Rennick's on fire**
"Tch… That bastard's flying. I see him. He's not getting past me," Ailbeart Moireach responded unshakably.
But he was already feeling the pressure, as Luca—now a bigger problem than his urgent second pit stop—was creeping up in his mirrors.
[Speed Boosted!]
[Speed Boosted!]
[You are 0.8 seconds away]
"...LUCA RENNICK HAS ARRIVED...!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"
"...Does Ailbeart Moireach keep attacking Marko Ignatova for P1, or does he start defending from the rocket ship behind him...?!"
Ailbeart chose wisely and began to defend aggressively, letting go of Marko Ignatova, who had just gathered enough warmth for his tires, and focusing on Luca.
Turns 5, 6, 7, Rodnick watched as his new teammate performed mind-blowing feats.
Eventually, Luca arrived beside Ailbeart, catching a glimpse of the Scottish driver for the first time in his life.
"... Alibeart Moireach is throwing EVERYTHING at him, but Luca Rennick is STILL THERE...!"
**That's it, Luca! Take it!**
Ailbeart was stunned. He had forced dozens of challengers into lifting off through that section over the years of being an F1 driver, but Luca wasn't flinching.
Immediately both cars were aligned, Side-by-Side King at (50) worked efficiently and effectively, instantly throwing Ailbeart Moireach into a state of concussion as if a flashbang grenade had just gone off in his Renault cockpit.
The Sync Buff's Side-by-Side King at (50) meant he could hold position in any wheel-to-wheel battle, no matter how narrow the track. And in Monaco, that was a deadly advantage.
[Side-by-Side King +1]
[Ding!]
[Level-up failed!]
[Sync Buff is currently being used]
Luca pounced, swinging wide. Power after power, his FiveSix had no limits, and he launched past Ailbeart before he could recover from that.
[2nd Position]
"...AND HE'S THROUGH! LUCA RENNICK IS UP TO P2...!"
