My Formula 1 System-Chapter 640: Batman x Robin
German Grand Prix
Location: Bad Rauenberg, Germany
Date: Aug. 10
Time: 12 PM
Track: BG Circuit
Track Length: 6 km
Total Laps: 50
Track Type: Permanent road course
Lap Record: Luca Rennick 1:18.345
Preparations for the German Grand Prix were starting to feel real as summer began to mellow into autumn. The air became crisp, and the atmosphere felt revitalized, perfect for the high stakes of such a race, held around the same time as last year.
This F1 campaign had already been reshaped multiple times over the last few races, a storm of game-changers; each weekend rearranging power and assumptions with technical upsets to strategic gambles. Given the current dynamics, rivalries sharpening, technical revelations surfacing, and political undercurrents stirring beneath, it felt inevitable that Germany would add its own fracture to the season's story.
Somewhere within the complex of Trampos HQ, Victor was awake early. Most of the facility would remain inactive until around 11 AM. After a shower and the mundane routine of brushing his teeth, he sat at his desk by the window and opened his diary.
The pen hovered for a moment before he wrote: Rd.15 - Bad Rauenberg.
Below it, he began to list what he wanted to accomplish by the end of the round. Each line was short and practical. When he closed the book, he didn't reread because he was sure of himself this time.
Victor ate a silent breakfast afterwards and got dressed in training wear by 10 AM. Before heading out to tackle his scheduled 5km jog, he reached for a certain, familiar MP3 player sitting on his console. He plugged in the earpiece and pressed play before he leapt out, his silhouette disappearing into the mist.
1 PM.
Victor didn't stop training, though he took the breaks his body demanded, spacing effort with recovery. By the time Luca arrived on site around one in the afternoon, he was already hyperactive, confident he could run quarter the speed of an F1 car.
After Luca finished his own personal sessions, the two linked up for their joint training. They started by discussing the new structural facilities, how overdue they were, and how the simulators had been misbehaving lately, lagging where precision mattered most.
As the session progressed, Luca took charge, turning conversation into motion that required full commitment. He led the drills into high-end strengthening exercises that targeted the core and neck, the literal pillars of a driver's endurance.
To push their limits a bit, Luca dialed up the resistance, unaware that Victor had been active since 10 AM. Had Luca known, he might have tempered the demand, but Victor remained a silent wall of iron. He wasn't about to admit fatigue, and he wanted the strain.
Watching Victor struggle during a neck extension, Luca had a bright idea. He wondered why he had never thought of it before.
He stepped over to a nearby table stacked with gym files, specifically their biometric logs. He selected Victor's own, scanning the details as he also cross-referenced them to numbers he naturally knew as a teammate.
At the end, he mentally organized what mattered.
Body Mass: 72.5 kg
Standing Height: 186 cm (6'1")
Seated Height: 92 cm
Neck Circumference: 37 cm
Grip Strength: 46 kg
Fat Percentage: 11%
These numbers were the solid power-to-weight basics any F1 driver would need to maximize performance. Luca was going to mentally forward this data into his system, let it process the metrics, and then generate a diamond-level training regimen meticulously tailored for Victor.
With the JYX-81 hopefully soon to be his, a machine demanding full preparedness, Victor needed to be more than ready and equipped, and Luca intended to make sure he would be.
"Hello, System," Luca said.
[SYSTEM ONLINE]
"I have this biometric profile," he continued, seemingly ignoring the blue screen entirely. "What I want you to do is to generate a full training optimization with it. Prioritize tolerance and longevity."
[Receiving parameters…]
[Data received.]
[Cross-referencing with host's previous performance models…]
[You will be notified when the regime is ready!]
"Great."
After confirming that the system was running by his commands, Luca turned back to Victor, who had just staggered out of the set, exhilarated more than exhausted as he reached for a water bottle and his towel. He looked pleased with himself that he'd made it through.
Luca opened his mouth to say something of a balance between encouragement and caution, but the system's chime suddenly interrupted.
[Ding!]
[Generated training programme ready to review!]
He paused as the information filled his vision. 'That was fast,' he thought. 'I expected it to take at least half a day.'
Victor placed his hands on his hips as he watched Luca turn back to the table. Luca bent low, picked up a pen and a blank sheet of paper before scribbling down something from his mind. The silence of the gym was punctuated only by the scratching of the pen, so Victor decided to break it by talking about their rivals.
"Don't you think it's a bit flimsy…?" Victor asked. "No one is talking big about tech developments this round. Are they actually underestimating us, or just trying to act like our upgrades don't matter?"
Without looking up from his writing, Luca chuckled dryly.
"It's a new age, Vic. Nowadays, the supercars make all the headlines; everything else is just background noise. But you're right to be wary. They're playing it cool, trying to act like it doesn't matter, yet no one's made a single solid remark—and we're already three press days in. Not an accident."
"Yeah, it isn't," Victor murmured along.
If the lack of care was a front, the internal panic at Jackson Racing had to be immense, he thought as his mind raced through the paddock's facade. At this point, it was clear Ferrari's pivot toward Trampos was a signal of supplantation, and Jackson Racing should be concerned.
Victor leaned back, weighing their rivals' odds. Jackson Racing was currently the team fighting the most challenges, including the Ion Flux saga, and Di Renzo's health after his brutal crash in the last race.
Thinking about it, the silence didn't mean ignorance. It was the silence of a team desperately trying to patch their armor before the next wave of the war began.
Luca finally finished his transcriptions and walked straight to Victor, snapping him out of a drifting daydream by pressing the paper into his hand.
Victor blinked, looking down at the dense notes. "What's it about?" he asked.
Luca wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, offering a lopsided grin alone. "Take it as an extended regime of the current manual we've been working on. Muscle spasms warning, I assure you," he said with a laugh as he headed toward the restrooms.
Standing alone in the middle of the gym, Victor slowly smoothed out the paper.
His eyes curiously darted across the data points. Though Luca had framed it as a simple supplement, there was a lot of detail, and it was staggering.
Victor felt a rush of excitement in weeks. He knew with a hundred percent certainty that his mentor had just given him some sort of treasure chest to become a better F1 driver.
