[TS] Formula One Streamer - Chapter 1

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F1 World Championship 3-time winner.

A genius driver in his third year debut, achieving three consecutive wins.

The youngest main driver scouted by the prestigious sports car manufacturer Ferrari.

The next generation driver to lead Formula One, Jin Hyun-woo.

The first F1 driver born from Korea, a motorsport barren land.

A brilliant F1 genius who will stand shoulder to shoulder with Michael Schumacher.

And so on.

There is no end to how I would describe myself.

Do you know how many F1 drivers there are?

In Formula One, the pinnacle of all motorsports like NASCAR and the World Rally Championship (WRC), there are at most 40 drivers.

Currently, there are 10 teams with two drivers each, totaling 20 drivers.

So, a profession only held by 20 people in the entire world.

That was me.

Yeah, in the past tense.

I ‘was.’

“Huh…”

Today is the night before the French Grand Prix, where the final race will take place.

I was not on the circuit but on the public road.

“Ugh…”

Thick black smoke and the sharp smell of gasoline flooded into the overturned vehicle.

My body completely relaxed, and I could only hope for someone to help me while hanging by my seatbelt.

I have no memory of how the accident happened.

It’s certain that it occurred while avoiding a dump truck that was going the wrong way, but all the details of the incident have been skipped.

They say people typically lose consciousness and see an unfamiliar ceiling after an accident, but inside the overturned car, I was hanging onto the seat.

Ah, is that an unfamiliar floor?

But that’s not important right now.

Tomorrow is the final…

The day I would set an unprecedented record of four consecutive wins since my debut!

I felt I wouldn’t last until the fire truck or ambulance arrived.

In fact, it wouldn’t be long before the leaking gasoline ignited and the engine exploded.

“Why me… why!”

It’s unfair. So unfair.

Dying at the young age of 23, and not being able to use my overflowing talent.

Everything about it felt unjust.

I prayed and prayed to be saved, but will and reality often take different paths.

Boom! Bang!

The engine exploded, and the vehicle blew up, tearing my body apart, and I died.

***

“Huh!”

Is this a dream?

No. I clearly died.

I couldn’t escape the overturned vehicle and was engulfed in the explosion, disappearing without a trace.

I woke up recalling the horrific and vivid pain from the vehicle explosion accident.

But the fact that I am alive cannot be explained unless it was a dream…

Something felt strange.

The high, delicate moans of a fragile voice, long limbs, and fair and smooth skin. Whatever was protruding above the silk white pajamas created a strong sense of incongruity.

In the bed across from me lay an unknown woman, and as I looked around, I realized I had no memory of this room at all.

Finding a full-length mirror, I immediately jumped out of bed, turned on the light, and stood in front of it.

It felt necessary to do so to understand this bizarre situation.

“What, what is this.”

A woman was standing in the mirror. It was definitely a woman.

Her expression, her pupils, even the trembling of her fingertips. The woman mirrored every movement I made.

The woman in the mirror had fair and delicate skin and long black hair cascading down to her chest, creating a mystical atmosphere.

Her sharp gaze gave a cold impression, and her nose stood straight between her eyebrows, creating an enchanting feel.

No need for other adjectives, she was a beauty.

And now, without a doubt, that beauty was me.

I felt the fact that I had possessed the body of an unnamed beauty by touching my face and body in front of the mirror.

What the hell is this?

On the eve of the final, I didn’t just d*e by being hit by a wrong-way dump truck, now I find myself possessing the body of an unknown beauty.

Before I could fully process the shock of the accident, my head was pounding from the shock of possessing a woman’s body.

“Slowly… let’s sort this out.”

I had to recognize the undeniable facts that had happened to me to accept this incomprehensible situation.

First, I had died in a crash after hitting a guardrail or something while avoiding a collision with a dump truck, and there was no doubt that the vehicle exploded.

Second, I woke up to find myself in the body of a woman with whom I had no prior acquaintance.

“sh*t, is this even real…”

Even after sorting it out, my head was throbbing. Anyone in this situation would react this way.

Having died just before securing four consecutive championships in F1 and then suddenly switched into a woman’s body, which is often depicted in web novels as TS (gender swap), was no simple issue.

Still, for now, it’s a second life.

Though this is the life of someone else, to imitate her life, I needed to gather information about this body.

Such materials are usually found on the desk, so naturally, I walked over to the desk next to the full-length mirror.

There were two desks. One must belong to this woman I had possessed, and the other likely belongs to the oblivious girl sleeping soundly despite the light being on.

Who is that girl? Since her face doesn’t resemble this body at all, she doesn’t seem to be family.

Two desks and beds.

Considering the small size of the room meant for just sleeping.

Is this a dormitory?

If so, does this body have a student status?

I gathered all the information in my sight to grasp the situation.

On the desk, there was a neatly organized notebook and a diary.

Since the diary would likely have the most important information about the original owner of this body, I decided to first pick up the notebook to let my mind cool.

I opened the notebook, which was adorned with an F1 race car on the cover, and somehow felt a sense of incongruity.

“Formula One Academy?”

From the first to the ninth period, there was a timetable for the Formula One Academy written down.

If that’s the case, this place is an academy that trains F1 drivers…

It didn’t make sense.

The writing in the notebook was in Hangul, so this place must certainly be Korea.

Considering the design of the F1 car on the cover seems hardly changed, it feels like it’s either from a reincarnation or a slightly advanced era.

So, an academy that trains F1 drivers in Korea, where there’s absolutely no popularity for F1?

That’s a story that simply could not hold under market logic.

However, the fact that there are writings of professional knowledge and driving techniques about F1 in the notebook made it clear that the academy does exist.

“Then, is this another dimension? A parallel Earth?”

Yeah. It wouldn’t make sense otherwise.

Recalling that the F1 held in Korea withdrew in 2014, having faced over 400 billion in losses, this could only be another dimension.

So, this means I could receive basic education from the academy.

Despite being in a woman’s body, I could become an F1 driver.

The opportunity to grasp the trophy as an F1 driver had come to me once more.

***

The unfairness of dying just before achieving four consecutive wins, the shock of the accident, and the excitement of being able to build the best career as an F1 driver while possessing the body of a beautiful girl.

The joy and sadness brought by such extreme circumstances merged into an indescribable exhilaration, preventing me from falling asleep.

In light of this, it is only natural that I would start to learn about the owner of this body.

Fortunately, I had a smartphone plugged into the charger next to the bed, and the diary on the desk provided sufficient clues.

Embracing the excitement of delving into the secrets of the beautiful girl, it quickly faded.

The smartphone was locked, but it was face-activated and since I am the owner of this phone, it should not pose any problem.

The real issue was the state of the smartphone…

“What? Why is there nothing on here?”

The phone was almost pristine, describable as a blank slate.

It showed calls made to the same number several times, yet there were no contacts except for one.

[Lee Ji-hyun – 010-XXXX-XXXX]

It seemed this was a number not registered by the body’s original owner due to her personality.

Surely, the roommate who was sleeping over there must have taken the phone and entered her number.

“Then, her name is Lee Ji-hyun…”

Probably a sole friend. I repeated the name Lee Ji-hyun in my mind.

Other than that, there was absolutely no information to be found. Aside from Ji-hyun’s number, the contacts and messages were entirely empty. Messengers and SNS like KakaoTalk and Instagram weren’t installed.

It felt no different than a newly activated smartphone with just the basic apps.

Hopeful, I browsed the internet for possible oddities. I should note that the names of famous people I knew were different, and some brand names had slight discrepancies.

When I searched for Ferrari, my team when I was Jin Hyun-woo, it came up as Ferraeri.

[Ferraeri: A luxury sports car manufacturer established in 1947, based on Scuderia Ferraeri]

Since national names and areas hadn’t changed, it appeared that only trivial aspects that wouldn’t be significant had transformed. It wasn’t vastly different from the original Earth.

By the way, I at least thought there would be information about parents, but the only things I gleaned were my roommate’s name and my name, Yooihyun, found in the settings.

At least discovering a name was something, right? I consoled myself and tossed the smartphone away.

Next, I turned to the diary.

The real highlight was here.

The Pandora’s box, hiding the secret life of the beautiful girl and her naughty fantasies that she wouldn’t share with anyone, would excite any man just by its mere existence.

Of course, I had no impure intentions, and I had to live as Yooihyun, not Jin Hyun-woo, so opening the diary would just be a minimal show of respect for the life she had built until now.

…Truly.

Upon opening the first page, a calendar appeared. It was like any other diary, featuring months from last year in December to February of the following year.

“This year is the 31st year?”

Last year was the 30th, and next year is the 32nd, making this year the 31st.

I had died as Jin Hyun-woo in the year 21, meaning I had skipped over a decade.

Since an F1 academy exists, ten years might just be enough time for the status of F1 in Korea to change.

I browsed past the calendar and on to the diary entries, which contained the daily life of a day.

And I couldn’t help but confront a shocking fact.

This was shocking, truly shock itself.