My Formula 1 System-Chapter 615: Cheating Team

It was a bright afternoon in Milan at Jimmy Damgaard’s million-dollar mansion. While nude girls partied at the pool downstairs, he was in his snooker room, watching something on a tablet. F1 commentary echoed from the audio. It was clear he was watching a replay.

In a way, Jimmy was just like Luca. But unlike Luca who moved on easily, Jimmy often stayed trapped in scenarios. Again and again, Luigi’s last-minute overtake in Shanghai filled the screen, nearly a hundred times. And each time, he bit the stem of his finger whenever the W12 lunged past.

"How could I just... let him??" he hissed.

Moments later, someone stepped in with one of the cues. When he saw Jimmy still hooked over the Chinese GP, he sighed. Jimmy sighed back before the tablet was reluctantly put away.

"But I drove well, right?" Jimmy said. "P2 is great. Awesome even. And–hey–finishing ahead of Luca is a W if nothing else, yeah?"

On the outside, Jimmy Damgaard was a resilient beast. But to his PT and friends, he was just Insecure Jimmy who always fished for reassurance from his most trusted.

"You’re not going anywhere, man," his friend said conclusively. "Davide’s the liability to the team, not you. Don’t let this get in your head."

It was good advice, but Jimmy Damgaard would still be Jimmy Damgaard.

Meanwhile, somewhere else in the same big city, Grand Prix winner, Antonio Luigi had already reconvened with his team. Their return was unusually fast. Same with Iberia and Nordvind, but these were teams accustomed to scrambling after shortcomings. As for the winners, they drew more notice.

But Squadra Corse kept their operations private from the public cameras, meetings unannounced, and statements withheld for the time being. Confidential activities were normal in the game, but this time around, Squadra Corse utilized them as a means to keep their scheme intimate.

In a lab building in the facility, Luigi emerged from a biomechanical analysis room, having completed performance tests. He sat on a bench to rest, but moments later, a senior crew member approached and called for his attention. Luigi was expecting this, so he followed him out.

They walked along the service path flanked by maintenance infrastructure, until they reached a wide, solid structure made of metal alone.

Inside, high-level IT staff and key managerial figures were waiting, occupying workstations and seats. Luigi and the senior crew member smoothly joined the room, a purpose in sight.

After a brief orientation and debriefing from the department head, they commenced with whiteboard projections before simple analytical, and then dense telemetry data.

The group made good progress within a surprisingly short period, and the objective was essentially a success.

Throughout it all, Luigi smiled proudly at intervals. He was happy. Beyond the performance gains this would bring, there was a peculiar thrill in doing wrong and getting away with it, and the entirety of Squadra Corse indulged without shame.

Now, he couldn’t wait to pound Luca into the ground with this advantage.

When the session concluded, Luigi stood and clapped, congratulating no one in particular but the ideal of the team itself and everyone who had bought into it. He caught Marko’s eye and smiled like a seasoned Machiavellian, before sitting back down to collect a copy of the performance pad.

Squadra Corse had acquired part of Trampos’ internal training regimen for Luca, including simulator routines and biometric pacing models. They even managed to lay their hands on CCTV footage of Luca in training action.

All media were stolen and repurposed.

And now, they were going to borrow this insight and integrate it for the betterment of their own drivers.

Squadra Corse had never been clean, and history proved they never intended to be.

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Unfortunately for Trampos and for Luca, they had no inkling of the illicit maneuvers by their rivals, and how the acts could translate into advantage on the track.

The German team was yet to regroup, so Luca’s departure to the UK was approved by the board without any delay. His return was expected to still be within the week, meaning he wouldn’t be in London for long.

Once Luca touched down in London, rest was a luxury he couldn’t afford. From the terminal, he moved to York Hall for a boxing match Vance had suggested he attend.

The night felt urban and wild. It was strange and dizzying after weeks of circuits and strategy. When he appeared at the seats, a recognition announcement broadcast his presence. Applause and cheers rang out with phones lifted high to catch the invincible Luca Rennick.

Sadly, he didn’t stay till the end before he left.

Ring. Ring.

In the brand-new morning, the sound of Luca’s alarm was swallowed by rolling thunder and the steady patter of rain outside the hotel. He was already awake anyway because of his internal clock that was used to the routine.

Wrapped in a hoodie, he sipped a hot cup of chocolate, Aba stared down at the wet streets and cluster of umbrellas. Rain in London at this time of year wasn’t a surprise. The people welcomed it as the cool air felt like mercy in the heat of summer.

Before moving to the gym in the suite, Luca summoned the System with good reason. He had mulled it over through the night, and he decided he would have to make some extreme changes to match the leap he took in the Administrative Layer.

Raising skill ceilings and accelerating point gain meant his body would now be the limiting factor. If he wanted to survive what he’d built, his physiology had to harden, evolve, and keep evolving without pause.

[Request Detected: Advanced Self-Training Adjustment]

[Loading Protocol: Diamond-Level Training Scheme] 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

[Warning: Diamond-Level Training significantly increases physical stress and failure risk. Proceeding may result in prolonged fatigue, cellular strain, and irreversible adaptation.]

[Confirm?]

The warning was a kind of reassurance to Luca that this was the right move. So, he confirmed it, thrilled at the thought of what this protocol would do. But for now, he would continue his regular regimen and begin the real work when back in Berlin.

Luca didn’t know that this little change had just countered half of Squadra Corse’s clandestine advantage.

A fresh, uncompromised training framework, might just create the in-race contrast needed to level the field again.