[That Evening]
The night had settled soft and heavy, the sort of silence that only followed days drenched in noise.
Olivia reached across the sheets with a drowsy hand, her hair spilling over her face as she flicked off the lamp at her side.
The room was imdiately swallowed by darkness, leaving only the faint glow of the night lights above and the city beyond the curtains.
She shifted closer, curling into him with that instinctive ease of soone who knew exactly where they belonged.
"Congratulations once again, babe," she said as her lips brushed his mouth in a sleepy kiss.
"Goodnight," she whispered, already halfway gone, before pressing her forehead against his chest.
"Goodnight," Izan murmured back, the word low, steady, a little smile tugging at his lips.
He stayed still, letting the mont wash over him, listening as her breathing fell into rhythm, slow, even, the kind of breaths that marked the border between consciousness and dreams.
There was always a kind of peace in this, the stillness of her falling asleep before him.
Like he had a responsibility of making sure she slept well.
But tonight, the quiet carried another weight.
His eyes stayed open in the dark, fixed on nothing, the faintest glimr of anticipation stirring beneath the calm.
He didn’t have to speak aloud.
He only had to think it, will it.
System.
The air shifted, almost imperceptibly, and then the familiar shimr ca alive before him.
A translucent page unfolded in the dark, lines of light sketching themselves into being, forming a holographic screen that hovered inches from his vision.
Letters burned faint blue across it, the font elegant yet sharp, alive with a glow that seed to hum against the silence.
[ SYSTEM ONLINE ]
The voice followed, not robotic, not cold, but carrying that familiar timbre that never failed to draw a twist from his chest.
His father’s voice.
Or at least, how Izan rembered it: steady, warm, laced with that quiet pride.
[Hello, Izan. It’s been a while.]
Izan exhaled, smirking into the dark, a scoff half-suppressed at the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah," he murmured back, not with words aloud but in the silence of his thoughts, sharp and clear enough for the system to catch.
"It has."
The page glowed brighter, pulsing faintly, like a heartbeat.
"Do you have anything for ?" he asked, voice even in his head, though his pulse had already quickened.
[Hold on.] the system said, a faint trace of affection carried beneath the words, like an echo of a father holding back a smile, before, [Calculations... complete.]
The screen shifted as lines of text scrolled, shimring before settling into place.
[Congratulations,] the system intoned, the voice both ceremonial and intimate.
[You have won the Premier League. You have won the Carabao Cup. And tonight... You have claid the FA Cup. Three trophies in one season.]
A pause ca, and then the light seed to deepen, as though revealing sothing hidden.
[ HIDDEN ACHIEVENT UNLOCKED ]
CONQUEROR
Description: Win three trophies in a single season.
Rewards:
100,000 Legend Points (LP)
10 Superpoints (SP) [Conversion rate: 1 SP = 5 Stat Points]
The words shimred in bold strokes, the golden glow almost alive in the dark as Izan’s lips pulled into a small grin.
"Not bad," he thought, shoulders loosening as he ntally flexed, as if already feeling the weight of those points at his disposal.
The screen rippled again, revealing a continuation.
[ CONQUEROR II — LOCKED ]
Description: Win all trophies possible in a single calendar year.
Challenge Status: Incomplete.
Izan’s grin sharpened, eyes narrowing with quiet satisfaction.
All trophies.
The thought rolled in his chest like a promise.
"I’ll claim that soon," he said to himself, voice steady in his mind, certainty threading through every syllable.
The system pulsed, almost like an approving nod.
But before the glow could fade, new lines began to sketch themselves across the page.
The system’s voice softened, carrying that sa tone of patient guidance, as though the man he rembered was leaning close, ready to tell him the rest.
[Stand by,] it said. [Premier League rewards... FA Cup rewards... calculating.]
The text froze on that promise, the anticipation of more still to co, hanging in the air as Olivia’s arm draped across his torso.
The familiar holographic page shimred to life again, glowing faintly in the darkness.
[Calculations complete. Additional rewards incoming.]
Izan’s lips tugged into a small smile.
About ti.
The page shifted.
[Premier League Champion Reward Unlocked]
• 50 Superpoints
• 350,000 Legend Points (LPs)
• New Traits Unlocked:[System Notification]
Mont Seeker [Passive]
Your instincts sharpen around decisive phases of play.
You will now find yourself drifting into spaces where the ball breaks loose — rebounds, second balls, late runs into the box.
Effect: Slightly increased probability of being in the right place during critical attacking monts.
Mirror Dribble
Your 1v1 ability evolves.
You now recognise the dominant foot and defensive habits of your marker within minutes of direct duels.
Effect: Gain a subtle edge in dribbling contests by exploiting the natural weaknesses of defenders.
System Note:
[These traits are not overpowering. Their strength depends on awareness, timing, and execution. Use them well, and they will turn narrow margins into ga-changing monts.]
Izan let the words settle, his mind already spinning through scenarios.
"Was expecting a bit more, but these aren’t bad either. Still, my expectations were high," Izan thought as his brain began working on ways to use the rewards in front of him.
Mont Seeker. He could see it clearly: a ball ricocheting in the box, defenders flat-footed, and him arriving half a second earlier than anyone else.
Not luck but instinct honed into advantage.
He already got into good spaces on his own, so coupling that with the mont seeker trait would make the spaces themselves co to him.
Then Mirror Dribble.
The thought pulled a sharper grin across his face.
No matter who he t, their body would betray them, a telltale shift, a reliance on one side, instead of him always having to find it himself.
It was almost like the system was trying to reaffirm and strengthen his already outrageous abilities.
Before Izan could think further, the page flickered again.
[FA Cup Champion Reward Unlocked]
• 15 Superpoints
• 90,000 Legend Points (LPs)
[3X] [One-Ti Use Skill Card Unlocked.]
Destiny Strike: When active, your next decisive action, particularly a shot, becos unerring.
No matter the angle, distance, or pressure, the outco bends toward inevitability: a goal.
If you choose to pass or create instead of shoot, that decision will still carve open a chance that cannot be wasted.
Izan blinked at the glowing text, his chest tightening in surprise.
That’s a first.
One-Ti use... a sure goal?
The words carried a weight different from any trait or boost he’d seen before.
This was a promise.
He let out a low breath, the corner of his lips twitching in disbelief.
One shot, one mont, written into destiny itself.
No matter where he was, edge of the box, halfway line, pressed by three defenders, the ball would find its way in.
His mind couldn’t help but race with images of him once again on the world stage, using the strike to change montum for his team, and he could sense it wouldn’t take long to use one of the 3 he had been gifted.
Izan tilted his head back, eyes narrowing with a quiet determination.
"Destiny Strike, huh..." he muttered under his breath, almost tasting the na.
A gift like that wasn’t to be wasted.
It was a card he’d keep hidden, close to his chest, until the mont the world demanded a miracle.
And when that mont ca, he’d make sure everyone rembered it.
Izan sank deeper into the pillow, his eyes catching the faint blue glow of the system’s page before it dimd slightly, hovering as though waiting for him to command it further.
"Enough of that," he murmured under his breath as another thought surfaced and a new interface opened.
[Personal Tab – Player Info]
"Player Info..." he whispered, tapping the air with a thought to expand it further, and soon, his stats, traits and skills began unrolling further down until it ended with the New traits.
PLAYER INFO
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NA: [IZAN MIURA HERNANDEZ]
AGE: [17]
HEIGHT: [1.88m (6’1")]
PROFESSION: [FOOTBALLER]
STATUS: [SENIOR TEAM PLAYER]
TEAM: ARSENAL FC / SPAIN NATIONAL TEAM
SYSTEM EVALUATION: [THE BEST IN THE WORLD/ CURRENT GEN]
PLAYER RATING: [94/100]
POSITION: [Wing forward / Attacking midfielder]
POTENTIAL: [98]
LEGEND POINTS: [ 841,000/507,000 to Lv 5{Upgrade Available}]
SIMULATION POINTS: [970]
STAT POINTS: [37]
SUPER POINTS: [14→79]
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ATTRIBUTES
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Speed: 98
Body Control: 94
Spatial Awareness: 95
Technique: 94
Shooting: 94
Passing: 94
Body Strength: 90
Defending: 70
Weak Foot Strength: ★★★★★(5)
Skill Moves: ★★★★★(5)
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SKILLS POSSESSED
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Stepovers: [Lv 3] 50% Completion
La Croqueta: [Lv 2] 40% Completion
Cruyff Turn: [Lv 3] 17% Completion
Roulette: [Lv 2] 64% Completion
Rabona: [Lv 1] 99% Completion
Sombrero: [Lv 2] 10% Completion
TRAITS
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trickster: Equipped (offline)
Incisive Pass: Equipped(online)
rocket: Equipped (offline)
Pinpoint accuracy: Equipped (online)
speedster: Equipped (online)
Knuckeball: Equipped(offline)
Phantom Step: Equipped(offline)
Mont Seeker {New} [Passive]
Mirror Dribble {New}: Equipped(Offline)
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