Izan tilted his head, smiling quietly. "Can't lie. I'm actually looking forward to it now."
She nudged his shoulder. "You should. You've earned that mont."
His eyes flicked back to the tweet again, the reply count rising.
He sat there, still looking at his phone before a buzz rang through his mind, and his system materialized in front of his eyes.
[Ding, System Upgrade Complete]
"Finally" he muttered as he looked at the screen.
...
The notification lingered before his eyes in crisp, erald-blue text only he could see.
[Ding, System Upgrade Complete]
Izan blinked once.
Then again.
The digital interface hovered just beyond Olivia's line of sight, as if stitched into reality itself—sharp lines, soft pulses of light, translucent blue overlays all swirling into place like a long-locked terminal finally waking from sleep.
She leaned against his shoulder, unaware, still scrolling through tweets about the draw.
"What are you smiling at now?"
"Nothing," he said casually, eyes flicking back to the air before him. "Just… thinking."
He opened the nu with a thought. The newly upgraded system interface expanded, smoother, and more refined than before.
[System v3.0 - LEGEND Protocol Activated
Welco back, Izan.
Upgrade complete.
New features unlocked.
Conversion Record: 40 Stat Points → 200,000 Legend Points (1-Ti Offer Claid) ]
Yes. That offer. That deal had co back after their pre-season camp in Los Angeles.
A single prompt had appeared the night after their final friendly against Liverpool, flashing:
"Trade unused Stat Points for Legend Points? You'll never get this chance again."
Stat Points were slow-earned, precious, and gained only through peak performances and real progression.
Losing forty of them had hurt. But 200,000 LPs? That had opened doors and he wasn't about to wait a year or two to collect these Legend Points.
He'd accepted without hesitation. The system had gone dark right after, entering a self-upgrade phase and that was nearly four weeks ago.
Now it was back.
And different.
> NU
• Attributes
• Perks
• Legacy Path [NEW]
• Tactical Lens [Enhanced]
• Reputation Module [Unlocked]
• System Settings
Izan exhaled quietly, shifting slightly so Olivia wouldn't notice him zoning out.
She didn't. Still scrolling. Still smiling.
> Attributes
He opened it first, expecting a complete reset, but the system didn't punish him.
His core attributes—Pace, Technique, Spatial Awareness, and Shooting—remained.
What changed was how he could modify them.
Before, it had been a basic stat pool. Add 1 point, and get a 1 boost. Now?
"Attributes now scale with training milestones and match performance. Legend Points can be used for short-term Boosters."
[Current Attribute Status]
Speed: 94
Body Control: 90
Spatial Awareness: 90
Technique: 94
Shooting: 94
Passing: 90
Body Strength: 90
Defending: 70
Nothing over the top. Realistic. Reflective of how he'd been playing.
But the small " " beside so attributes caught his attention.
He tapped Speed.
> Spend LP to temporarily boost Speed?
1 for 1 week = 50,000 LP
2 for 1 week = 120,000 LP
3 for 1 week = 200,000 LP
Warning: Boosts fade. Permanent upgrades require long-term performance.
He smirked. "Renting greatness," he murmured. "That's next Level now"
He looked at the screen, alternating between a few attributes before he backed out.
He then navigated through the new information before settling on the things that interested him next.
> Perks/ Traits
Here, the big shift had taken place.
Where before he had a handful of perks like "Pinpoint Accuracy" and "Speedster", now there was a new system tree.
[Active Perks: 3 slots available per ga[Interchangeable but once per ga] ]
trickster: Equipped (offline)
Incisive Pass: Equipped(online)
rocket: Equipped (offline)
Pinpoint accuracy: Equipped (online)
speedster: Equipped (online)
Knuckeball: Equipped(offline)
Phantom Step: Equipped(offline)
UNLOCKED PERKS:
Creative Instinct (Lv. 2) – Enhanced passing options briefly appear during open play.
Montum Shift – Slight attribute spike after contributing to a goal (Goal or Assist).
They weren't flashy, but they were sharp. Situational. Made for reading the ga better, not just running through defenders.
The next upgrade was sothing different.
> Legacy Path [NEW]
This was brand new.
The nu faded, replaced with a smaller holographic display showing three glowing silhouettes.
Choose a Legacy Archetype:
Maestro – Beco the heartbeat of your team.
Prodigy – The natural. Elevate instinct over structure.
Catalyst – Thrive under pressure. Turn monts into montum.
Alien- Can not be the best without beating the best at their very best. Includes increased difficulty in gas but better rewards after each accomplished milestone.
Izan hesitated.
The "Maestro" sounded closest to his erging style—a winger with vision, soone who didn't just finish moves but created them from scratch.
But then there was the Alien. Even though it read "increased match difficulty", it was still the most appealing to him.
Without lingering much longer, Izan selected the latter.
Legacy Path: Alien
Passive Ability Gained: Tempo Link
"Your presence improves cohesion. You are the team. It will function but people will notice when you are playing and when you are not."
He chuckled under his breath. That… actually sounded concerning but powerful in tight gas.
"Everything okay?" Olivia asked beside him, eyes half on the TV.
"Yeah," he said. "Better than okay." before he moved his gaze towards another tool.
> Tactical Lens [Enhanced]
He opened it. A familiar but sharper HUD appeared montarily over his line of sight—field lines, movent arcs, pressure zones.
Now it included new highlights like defensive blind spots and early press triggers.
"Improves in real ti based on ga footage and personal match data."
This would help during analysis sessions and gas where he needed a split-second read.
The next was sothing flashy
> Reputation Module [Unlocked]
This one was purely informational but oddly fascinating.
It ranked his reputation across leagues:
• Premier League: Rising Na
• Champions League: Pending Debutant
• La Liga: Forr Favorite [He was HIM]
• UEFA Overall Index Rank: 114th out of 1,080[Active Players]
Izan looked at everything but the UEFA overall index rank was sohow hurtful but he understood.
He hadn't yet made a Champions League appearance yet the index ranked him 114th. That was sothing.
The new module even tracked fan sentint.
An emoji ter sat beside his na, currently balanced on a neutral face.
That made him laugh.
> Legend Point Balance: 52,000
He still had plenty left. And for now, he didn't feel like splurging.
Izan blinked twice, and the system faded. Everything, back to normal. Olivia leaned into him, placing her phone down.
"You good?"
"Yeah," he said, placing his phone on the table and stretching his legs. "Really good."
She raised a brow at the shift in his tone but didn't press. Instead, she reached for the remote. "Wanna rewatch your highlight from the Villa ga?"
He smiled at her, half amused, half distracted by what just happened inside his head. "Why not?"
As the replays rolled on screen—his goal, the crowd's roar, and the infamous celebration that earned him a red—he sat back, eyes glinting with sothing new.
Not just anticipation for gas ahead. Not just pride in the draw.
But clarity.
He wasn't overpowered.
He wasn't invincible.
But now, he had tools that were getting him there. Sharpened ones at that too.
And with the UCL on the horizon, the Premier League underway, and Valencia waiting at stalla in the final chapter of the league phase, he'd need every edge he could get.
Because greatness wasn't handed out in football.
It had to be earned—mont by mont. Match by match.
And now, he was ready.
....
The next morning arrived slowly.
Sunlight crept in through the half-drawn curtains of Izan's apartnt, filtering across the wooden floor and reaching the edge of the grey couch where Olivia lay wrapped up in one of his hoodies, fast asleep.
Her hair was a ss, a few strands clinging to her cheek, lips parted just slightly as she breathed deep and even.
Izan stood quietly near the kitchen, pulling on his track pants.
His Arsenal training top was already on, the sleeves bunched slightly at the wrists.
He moved carefully, trying not to make any noise as he opened the fridge and grabbed an apple and a bottle of water.
The clock on the wall read 7:12 a.m. He had to be at Colney by eight.
He leaned back against the counter, chewing slowly, his mind still half on the system's updates from the night before.
Even now, if he focused, he could feel the system idling in the background. Like it was waiting.
Across the room, Olivia shifted under the covers.
Her hand fumbled out from under the hoodie sleeve, blindly searching the couch until she found the pillow she'd kicked off in her sleep. She mumbled sothing, barely audible.
"…Izan…"
He glanced over, watching her face soften as she turned into the pillow.
"…love you so much…"
He froze. A quiet warmth filled his chest, slow and steady.
The kind you didn't show on your face but felt anyway. She was still asleep, clearly unaware she'd said anything.
A/n: Okay. Second out of a lot. See you in a bit with the first chapter of the day as well as a few of the Golden Gachapon ones. I would have released a lot but I'm still writing my exams so I can only do 2 daily ones plus 3 extra so bare with . Thanks for the gifts and see you later.
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