My Formula 1 System
Chapter 447 - 447: The Road Back Starts Here

Luca returned to Saanen from Lausanne to find Amir waiting patiently in the chalet, with everything already set and prepared. Amir's presence was mirthful, funny, and rosy as always, effortlessly lightening up the mood in every possible manner, as though his arrival brought warmth into the cold wooden home.

The scent of eucalyptus balm still stuck thickly in the tight, cold air, blending with the smell of coffee, both fresh and lingering from earlier they'd all shared when they were together in the main room before he drove to Lausanne.

Outside, snow was falling scarcely and silently, too thin to be called proper snow and more like soft, floating raindrops dressed in white. Luca had experienced multiple weather moods in Saanen, and though this one was the most common, it remained his favorite. There was something soothing about how it muted the world, gently covering everything in silence and stillness.

Considering it was the same weather he had left behind, nothing on the outside had truly changed during his trip to the city. But the interior of the chalet had undergone a quiet, noticeable transformation, and it was all thanks to Amir.

One of the bedrooms had been completely converted. It was the largest of them all, and had originally been designed to be Luca's room. However, Luca didn't quite fancy the room's backside orientation or the positioning of its windows within the house. Instead, he cherry-picked another room, one that better suited his taste and fulfilled all his personal criteria.

While scouting for the best area in the chalet to set up a home gym, Amir had noticed the unused room. The space caught his eye instantly, and he admired how it had simply sat there untouched. Wasting no time, Amir transformed it entirely, installing all the gym equipment he had brought along with him, effectively turning it into a full workout zone.

"I thought you'd appreciate something that wasn't a hospital," Amir joked with a grunty laugh as he presented the room to Luca.

Luca simply smirked in approval before stepping forward to test everything—checking the weight stacks, the balance, the grip and durability of the machines—making immediate adjustments on the spot where needed. He was wearing a thick sweater, its hood casting a shadow over the contours of his face. Amir only got a full view of his new haircut when Luca finally threw the hoodie down.

"Whoaa."

Amir was stunned. He nearly stepped back, his eyes going wide with awe.

"Buzz cut? Damn. You look like you just got out of the military... or prison. Either way, fits the mood!"

Luca snorted, chuckling quietly to himself.

"No, seriously," Amir went on, now circling him like a scout performing an inspection. "All that's missing is a face tattoo and a list of bodies."

"Not yet," Luca said dryly.

He remembered the barber who had suggested that he mask some of his scars with a tattoo. It had been a compelling thought, one that Luca seriously caved into, especially in the moment. But he hadn't acted on it right away.

While he had no plans to tattoo his face—something not only frowned upon in the world of Formula 1, but also not the look he ever wanted for himself—he did consider getting something meaningful etched onto his left chest, lower neck, or upper arm. Those areas, he thought, could carry a magnificent design. His face, on the other hand, he would leave alone, to keep healing for years and years to come.

But right now, his skin wasn't fully ready. The outer layer may have looked smooth, but beneath, the dermis was still repairing itself. It was too soon to push ink through healing tissue. Doing so could backfire in every way: it would trap pigment in uneven collagen, distort the lines, invite infection, and possibly scar all over again. Worst of all, it could mess with the skin grafts that had only just begun to take hold weeks ago.

Luca would stay in tune with his system, waiting for the right time. He didn't think it would take too long, maybe two weeks or so. His healing was already showing progress: his left collarbone was once again defined, visible, and he could smile to the left side of his face without feeling any tension or resistance.

"You look... meaner."

"Thanks," Luca said simply, then spun around to face Amir. He nodded toward the weight bench, where a towering figure had been quietly standing the entire time, hands clasped behind his back, observing them with calm intensity.

"It's been over a minute," Luca said, narrowing his eyes. "Don't you mind introducing us?"

Amir glanced to his right, suddenly realizing his forgetfulness, and sighed at his own absentmindedness before proceeding to introduce the imposing man to Luca.

"Luca, this is Jonathan—ex-Marine, certified strength and conditioning specialist, licensed physiotherapist, and probably the only guy I know who can deadlift a car and still correct your posture mid-rep."

"Jonathan, this is Luca. But you already know him. I mean, who doesn't?"

Jonathan pushed himself off the wall and stepped forward. The floorboards beneath them seemed to react to his weight, sending a subtle vibration through the chalet, a vibration that Luca felt beneath the soles of his own kicks.

The man was dark-skinned, broad-shouldered, and towering, easily around six-foot-seven from Luca's perspective. Yet, despite his sheer size, there was a nice calmness to him. From his facial expression alone, Luca could sense he was going to be a good, jolly fellow to get along with, but also disciplined, precise, and undoubtedly hardworking.

"It's my pleasure," Jonathan said smoothly, extending a massive hand toward Luca.

Luca shook his hand while sizing him up and down in a funny manner, an exaggerated frown on his face. "Are we going to wrestle?"

"It could be in the plan."

Luca quickly glanced at Amir, a big drop of sweat running down his temple and they all laughed. But seriously, he couldn't believe Amir brought him a bouncer as part of the gym package.

*****

With both the system's workout plan and the comprehensive structure Amir and Jonathan brought to the table, they were able to forge the ultimate regimen, one that ticked every box imaginable: from functional mobility to hypertrophy, core resilience to cardiovascular endurance, balance, reaction timing, and even neural activation—you name it.

And not only that, Luca would also take his training outdoors, because hikes were clearly indicated on the plan as well. Not to mention the countless 10-mile runs he was expected to execute. That would be like sprinting from Saanen to Sara and Mallow in Gstaad five times in a row without stopping.

Luca knew it was going to be a rough and demanding road ahead, especially since on the very first day, he was literally tasked with 3,500 push-ups. And from the looks of it, he could only guess the reps would increase, day after day.