The ninth round of the Form Racing season concluded with F1''s Sunday race, but for the first time in a long while, Form 2 dominated the conversation. Discussions, debates, and analysis surrounding Form 2 events were more intense throughout the weekend than those about Form 1. Even Sam Hamilton, the lead Englishmentator for F1, couldn''t help but weigh in during the 20thp, when Davide DiMarco made a daring move for P1. Hamilton drewparisons between DiMarco''s aggressive overtaking maneuver and Ansel''s simr move the previous day. As the race unfolded, thementary team shifted focus, diving into discussions about the Featured Race on Saturday.


    "F2 at its absolute best!"


    "Trampos Racing''s implosion!"


    "From P1 to DNFs?!"


    "Teammates Turned Foes!"


    "Teammates no more?!"


    "Fighting for the spotlight!"


    "Trampos'' tragedy!"


    "Zero points in Riyadh?!"


    These were the most widespread phrases floating around among enthusiastic Form racing fans. The buzz surrounding Trampos Racing was inescapable. The fallout from Riyadh was all anyone could talk about—despite Trampos being a Form 2 team.


    Many hadn''t even watched the race live, dismissing it in favor of F1, but after hearing about the chaos, F2 Saturday''s Saudi Arabian Grand Prix had suddenly drawn more viewership than its premier counterpart. Enjoy exclusive adventures from empire


    The new social media tforms were aze with it, Sports shows ran endless loops of footage showing the now-infamous shes between Luca and Ansel, reying every overtaking attempt, every contact, and the final collision, which many imed could have been fatal. However, Luca waspletely fine, no problem to worry about.


    The Federation initially embraced the surge in attention that followed the collision, which skyrocketed the night of the incident and the following Sunday. However, they soon shifted their approach, working to downy the situation. Sam Hamilton, stopped making further remarks, while Federation-owned press outlets softened the narrative to minimize the event''s impact. After all, severe crashes were not umon in the sport, and the Federation''s priority was to keep Form 1 both exciting and at the top of global motorsport interest over Form 2.


    Amid all the chaos, Miles Bellingham''s monumental achievement—his first F2 Grand Prix victory—barely received any attention. The dramatic night street race had ended in a way no one could have predicted. While the podium was upied by skilled drivers, whose names many might have ced bets on, the absence of Luca and Ansel, who had been securely holding P1 and P2, was the most shocking twist.


    When the safety car was deployed a few minutes past 8:30 PM, the remaining drivers lined up behind it as the track was cleared. Luca''s wrecked Dara was carefully towed away, and the scattered debris meticulously removed. Ansel''s damaged car followed, both vehicles taken back to the Trampos garage. Once the cleanup wasplete, the red gs were lowered. Miles, who had been trailing Ansel by eight seconds before the crash, was suddenly thrust into the lead. He led the pack to the grid for the restart, which featured a single warm-upp before the final showdown.


    By the end of the night, Miles had secured a victory, though the attention remained elsewhere. Only the loyal Squadra Corse Jnr fans celebrated his triumph, their cheers ringing out as the rest of the audience fixated on rey after rey of Luca and Ansel''s collision, particrly Luca''s dramatic crash.


    "...and Miles Bellingham takes P1. Max Addams follows after, and Sean Aaronsonpletes the podium."


    P1—Miles Bellingham


    P2—Max Addams


    P3—Sean Aaronson


    P4—Albert Derstappen


    P5—Dani Walding


    Just when it seemed the race had concluded and the surprises were over, the marshals made an announcement that reignited the buzz echoing through the city''s streets and buildings. Their review of the incident, which had dominated conversations everywhere, addressed several key points: the motive behind the collision, the sequence of events leading to the sh, the impact, the identification of the victim and the guilty party, and the appropriate penalty.


    The marshals'' findings were shared with Trampos Racing. ording to their assessment, Ansel Hahn had pursued P1 with an overly aggressive maneuver, refusing to yield to his teammate, Luca Rennick, who had the racing line at that turn before the tunnel. The collision caused significant damage to both cars, nearly beyond repair. After careful deliberation, the marshals determined that while neither driver was entirely meless, the primary fault rested with Ansel Hahn.


    Mr. Moritz and his fellow engineers took the information calmly. However, when they learned that Ansel had narrowly avoided a one-race ban and had instead been handed a penalty to start at the back of the grid for the next race, their calm demeanor faltered, reced with visible frustration.


    No one could im they hadn''t seen iting—not even Ansel himself. As soon as he returned to the garage after the race, he swiftly changed out of his Veststar suit, put on a tracksuit, and left without uttering a single word. Since then, no one had seen or heard from him.


    Luca on the other hand? Luca was seated upright in a hospital bed, flipping through a newspaper that actually told him all these. It provided him with a detailed ount of the events that had transpired the day before. It was Monday morning, and he had specifically requested the paper from one of the nurses attending to him.


    He was at the King Faisal Specialist Hospital in Riyadh''s Al Maather District, known for its state-of-the-art facilities and high-profile clientele. The hospital''s pristine white corridors, lined with ss panels and calming artworks, exuded modern sophistication. Luca had been admitted on Saturday''s night for observation after his high-impact collision, which had left him shaken.


    Upon arrival, he had been swiftly taken to the emergency unit, where a team of specialists conducted thorough scans and assessments. They had administered intravenous fluids to rehydrate him and prescribed mild painkillers for his sore muscles. Luca wasn''t given any update, but he was told he''d be this very morning, and this newspaper was also a way to pass time.


    Luca groaned softly, lowering the newspaper and ncing around the expansive hospital room. Perhaps the doctor hade and gone while he was too dazed to notice. But the room was silent, empty except for the faint hum of the air conditioning.


    He felt as though he''d lost an entire chunk of time—maybe 20 hours, give or take. No, he was certain of it! His system had confirmed as much the moment he woke up that morning, notifying him of what he''d missed.


    It had also given some very intriguing updates of himself Luca couldn''t ignore.


    [SYSTEM ONLINE...]


    [Host missed Sunday''s Daily Routine]


    [Host has missed Monday''s Daily Routine]


    [Detecting Host...]


    [... sessfully detected!]


    [Ding!]


    [System detects host''s poor physical and health condition.]


    [Host''s enhanced and high Attributes helped reduce the severity of injuries sustained in the crash. Good job, host!]


    [Host is now left with one major predicament.]


    [System detects a broken rib]


    What the—?


    [System detects host will heal 67% faster]


    That is not gonna help, actually, Luca mused.


    [System has concluded detection]


    [Results: a broken rib—the 8th rib]


    Luca nced down at his midsection, the dull ache intensifying now that his body had fully processed the extent of the damage. He lifted his hospital gown, revealing the thick, quadrupleyered bandage tightly wrapped around his ribs.


    He let out a dry scoff, dropping the gown back down over the bandages. He shook his head slowly, genuinely surprised about this new update. "Damn. Now something I didn''t see in the newspaper," he muttered. "And this 67% recovery estimate? What''s the actual timeline?"


    Before his system could finalize the calction, the sound of the door swinging open drew his attention. He quickly deactivated the interface with a mentalmand as a doctor stepped into the room.


    The doctor was followed by two nurses who scurried into the room though he entered first. "Luca Rennick," the doctor greeted warmly in an Arabic ent. The kind that the speaker was very good with English. He was a tall man with silver-rimmed sses and an air of calm authority.@@novelbin@@


    "Good morning," the nurses greeted. One of them approached Luca''s bed while the other left the room momentarily to wheel in a cart carrying medical supplies.


    The nurses conducted a series of routine checks on Luca, starting with his pupils and head for any signs of concussion or tenderness. They inspected his bandaged ribs for swelling or infection, adjusted the bindings, and ensured they were stable. Using a stethoscope, they confirmed clear lung sounds and no fluid build-up. His oxygen levels and blood pressure were measured, and basic mobility tests were done to assess his range of motion without causing strain.


    After they were done, they offered Luca a bowl of candies, and he epted.


    "This is the first time a form driver is in our grand hospital," the doctor said, nodding to the nurses who took their leave.


    Luca chuckled, savoring the nice taste of the candies.


    "I''ll give you a full update on your diagnosis and what we''ve treated you for so far. After that, we''ll monitor you for the next 24 hours for anyplications, but everything looks stable for now. At the end of the day, the hospital will hand you over to Trampos Racing''s medical team, who will oversee the rest of your recovery and ensure you''re fit for the next steps," the doctor said.


    "Sounds good," Luca replied.