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[Mc Pov]
[Ding]
! SINGULARITY MISSION! Don't Forget About ! (Complete)
! SINGULARITY MISSION! Grand Stage! (Complete)
The Ga had just ended, and the system's robotic voice rang out in my head. I was in the middle of celebrating my fifth goal when all these random kids started swarming as if they were the ones that had scored. I didn't mind the happy atmosphere but so of these guys are just too sweaty.
'Hey, Eva please pull up the mission screen,' I asked her once I finally managed to wrestle my way out of the huddle my teammates had created. Yunus was the worst out of all of them jumping on my back and not getting off no matter what I did.
[Right away host] She answered promptly pulling up the mission's tabs.
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[Ding]
! SINGULARITY MISSION! Don't Forget About !
#Task 1 I'm here: Impress 6 of your teammates (7/6) (Small Celebrity)
(Note: Your teammates see you as a burden prove them wrong)
Evaluation Grade: B
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Rewards:
> 600 SP
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[Ding Singularity Mission]
! SINGULARITY MISSION! Grand Stage!
#Task 1 Chosen one: Impress three scouts from one of the major five leagues. (10/3) - All eyes on
#Task 2 Killer instinct: Score more than ten goals (10/10) - Cold-blooded
#Task 3 Not on my level: Score 3 goals after passing past five defenders (3/3) - Assassin
(Note: The Singularity cannot be ignored)
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Rewards:
> Unlock shop function
> 10x energy-boosting drink
> 1000 SP
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I cut it a little close with the first mission but I'm glad I was able to complete it in the end. I'm sure those Sp will be useful now that I have unlocked the shop function. Not t wasting a mont I quickly pulled up my status screen.
[FOOTBALL SINGULARITY SYSTEM
USER: Rakim Rex
AGE: 6yrs
TALENT ASSESSNT: Grade- B
Singularity Points: 2700
Position: RM, LM
(Evaluation: A boy with a lot of potential for becoming a professional soccer player, who possesses a lot of talent)
USER NU
[ USER STATS]
[ SINGULARITY MISSIONS: 0]
[ SYSTEM SHOP (unlocked)]
[ SYSTEM LOTTERY (locked)]
[ SNOOPING TOOL (locked)]
Not wasting a single second, I imdiately pulled up the shop tab so I could check out what was in them, but I wish I didn't. So of the Items on here were just outrageously priced and so other items I didn't even understand what their use would be yet. The only thing I realised from unlocking the system shop is that I am poor right now. My asly 2700Sp is just a drop in ocean in the view of the system. I honestly think that this is a capitalist system designed to make work hard to earn its currency only to give it back to it.
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[Shop]
- Skills
- Consumables
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The shop has a pretty basic layout, so I decided to check out the skills sections, to begin with as they seed to be the most useful to eventually. All the skills were listed in the levels ranging from Bronze to Hall of fa and were priced accordingly. The system did say it was possible to upgrade the skills naturally, but it would take a lot of hard work. Another thing that I notice is that active skills are a lot cheaper than passive ones. Eva's explanation to this was that a passive skill has a direct impact on my talent so it's only a matter of fact that they would be more expensive. She did say that my talent improvent would depend on the level of Passive skill I buy.
For example, a bronze-level passive skill might only influence my playstyle slightly thus making it barely noticeable. However, A hall of fa-level Passive skill will dramatically change the way I play thus boosting my talent on a major scale. Another way of seeing it is that a bronze-level skill is like travelling by bike and a hall-of-fa skill is like cruising in a Bugatti. Both are still an improvent to just walking but one is just a lot better than the other. The one thing that gave a slight hope is the fact that the lottery function could also give skills that were in the shop. As soon as I open that system function, I might be able to get a good skill without breaking my system bank.
[Skills Shop]
- Bronze Level Dead Ball Specialist: 500 Sp (Active Skill)
- Silver Level Dead Ball Specialist: 1,000 Sp (Active Skill)
-Gold Level Dead Ball Specialist: 3,000 Sp (Active Skill)
- Hall Of Fa Level Dead Ball Specialist: 10,000 (Active Skill)
- Bronze Level Goal Sense: 600 Sp (Active Skill)
- Silver Level Goal Sense: 1,200 Sp (Active Skill)
- Gold Level Goal Sense: 4,000 Sp (Active Skill)
- Hall of fa Goal sense: 12,000 Sp (Active Skill)
Bird's eye view: 2,000 Sp (Passive)
Falcon's Eye Perspective: 5000 Sp Passive
Eagle King View: 15,000 Sp (Passive)
Emperor's eye: 25,000 Sp (Passive)
Bronze Sharpshooter: 1000 Sp
Bronze Heavy artillery: 1000 Sp
Bronze Ariel soldier: 1000 Sp
Bronze Assassin: 2000 SP
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[Player-specific skills locked]
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'I think I understand the skills shop layout but what are player-specific skills and why are they Locked?' I asked Eva genuinely curious as to why there was another locked section in the shop after just unlocking it. I felt like I had opened a present only to find another box I have to open inside. Honestly, it's just wasteful for the environnt and that is the only reason I'm complaining. It is totally not because I'm too lazy to complete whatever task is going to have to do in order to unlock this function.
[The reason why the section is locked is due to the host, not eting the requirents as simple as that,] She answered sounding genuinely uninterested in the question and was only answering since it's her job.
'I figured that but what exactly are the requirents? Will I have to complete missions or sothing?' I asked her again not satisfied with her earlier answer and wanting her to elaborate a little more.
[(sigh) Why can't you take a hint (ahem) this is a special singularity function that allows you to receive a training session with either a current player or one of the pasts. The conditions for accessing the said player's session are either by recreating one of the player's Iconic monts, by managing to impress them in person or by simply beating one of their records. Another thing to note is you are only able to access attacking-minded players due to the host's chosen position and learning a skill from the said player is not guaranteed.] she answered in a long monologue explaining every detail to .
'Wait did you it's not guaranteed that I will learn the player's skill?' I asked her after realising what she said at the end of her speech.
[Yes, that is exactly what I said,] she answered sounding board at the fact we were still having this conversation. This sotis makes wonder what she did to get stuck with this job that she obviously isn't too passionate about.
'Thanks, I guess?'
[You're welco I'm going to sleep for a while, so you do you,] Is all she said half yawning seemingly drifting into sleep. Before I could get mad though soone put their arm on top of my head ruffling it.
I was just about to go full Bruce lee on whoever dared to touch my prized hair only to notice that it was Emma who had sohow made it to the side of the field where I was. Honestly, she was lucky if it was any other person, I would have gone full eight gates on them. Who am I kidding I wouldn't dare fight her she is scary when she gets pissed off. One ti I made the ignorant comnt that dancing wasn't a real sport and let's just say I still get nightmares from that day.
"Hi, when did you get here?" I asked her with a smile as I moved her hand away from my head to which she pouted a little. According to her, my hair is just so too soft not to touch so she does it any chance she gets. I can only pray they start growing faster so I can put the in braids or sothing.
"Just now plus everyone is on the field so why wouldn't I be?" She answered quickly pleading her innocence. True to her words a lot have people had co on the pitch as soon as the match had ended. Most of them were parents here to congratulate their kids or console them for their efforts.
"Oh ok, where are Mom and Dad then?" I asked her finding it weird that she ca all alone when they were sitting together in the stands.
"They're over there, they got sward by so people in suits so I just left them behind," My eyes twitched a little after hearing her tell she basically abandoned them. However, looking at the like eight people gathered around them I would have probably done the sa.
"Let's go and back them up then before we beco orphans," I ask her as I pick up my duffel bag with most of my training stuff in them. However, before we are able to leave the area Yunus appears in front of us smiling from ear to ear.
"Yo what's up Mario," I spoke up first before he could even say anything causing his smile to falter slightly.
"Why are you calling that again, here I thought we are eternal rivals," he said whilst whipping away fake tears.
"You will have to prove yourself first before becoming my rival," I told him with a serious look as I tried walking away from him whilst grabbing Emma's hand.
"Just wait and see I'll prove myself worthy sooner or later as the fire of youth burns bright within ," He exclaid loudly drawing a few looks from the surrounding people but that didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. Giving him a glance, I noticed that he started following us seemingly not getting the hint.
"Who is that with you anyways?" He asked as he reached my side again eyeing Emma from head to toe. She quickly got shy due to his stare and tried to hide behind even though she was taller than .
"Oh, she is my little sister Emma," I answered him thinking that if I just gave in to his curiosity this whole ordeal would end sooner.
"But she looks older than you are plus she is taller," He answered seemingly not believing a word I said.
"(sigh) She is taller because she is older than " I answered him again as I ntally complained about this conversation.
"That makes no sense due and here I thought you were smart," he said sounding genuinely confused at how I could be so stupid or sothing along those lines.
"Shut up, she lost a bet so now she is my younger sister, anyways don't you have to go find your parents?" I answered him now visibly annoyed at the whole situation and him in particular.
"Oh, you should have just said so to begin with and I'm walking towards my parents my dad is right there," he said as he pointed to one of the n in suits that was in the hurdle with our parents. Stumbling slightly at the realisation that he wasn't following us I just continued walking forward.
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"Hi Mom, what you up to?" I called out to her as we arrived at the group. Judging by the look on her face she wasn't too comfortable with the people around her.
"Oh hi, you were great out there, do you feel tired?" She spoke up as she started fussing over making sure to check if I had any injuries. Her expression looked more normal as she was fussing over which almost made overlook her pissed-off mood from earlier.
"I'm fine, not tired at all but I'm starving, I've barely eaten anything this morning," I told her as she finally let go of .
"There's a cafe nearby we will go there in a bit once this whole thing is wrapped up," she said as she motioned to the group of people around Dad. Apparently, most of them are scouts and agents looking to make connections with future talents. According to Mom, they were cornered by them as soon as the ga ended because I spoke to them at half-ti and they figured that we had so relations.
"Excuse can I get everyone's attention for a second before you all disperse," We heard a voice ring out throughout the area coming from various speakers in the place. Looking for the source of the voice I spotted coach Jas standing on an elevated platform next to a guy in a business suit.
"Alright, brats I hope you all learned sothing throughout the cam I wish all of you the best in your football journey." He said showing a warm smile on his face which was quite odd for the man who always had a frown on his face. If it wasn't for the fact that his words matched the smile, we would all be scared of him right now. A few tis during the camp he would make sarcastic comnts of praise just to add a punishnt right after it.
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To Be Continued...
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