"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: [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)
Izan’s gaze lingered on the numbers, the neatly arranged bars and stars that asured every part of his ga.
Ninety-four overall.
Just six steps short of perfection, if you believed in such things, but those six steps were probably going to be harder to do than him climbing to 94.
> Stat points available: 37
> Super points available: 79
> Proceed to the allocation nu?
Izan watched the glowing [YES/NO] tab in front of him before he clicked the latter, with the Attributes splitting into their various segnts.
Izan’s eyes drifted to the number that glowed brightest on the screen.
Speed: 98.
A slow smirk crept across his face as his thoughts showed on his face.
"Ti to bring sothing already inhumane to... ungodly."
He focused, and the attribute unfolded into two neat lines.
Acceleration: 98
Sprint Speed: 98
His first instinct was to throw a few of his unused stat points at it.
A ntal nudge was all it took, but the system pulsed, cutting him off with a soft chi.
[Stat points cannot be applied to capped attributes. Conversion to Super Points is required.]
Izan blinked, then groaned, rubbing his temple with his knuckle.
Of course.
A ntal facepalm.
"I forgot about that."
Still, he switched to his Super Points pool and, without overthinking it, invested two each into both acceleration and sprint.
The numbers shifted instantly.
Acceleration: 100
Sprint Speed: 100
And just as they did, the screen glimred gold.
[Achievent unlocked: The First to Break the Ceiling.]
Description: You are the only footballer in history to achieve an attribute in the triple digits.
System analysis: Your speed is now equivalent to Usain Bolt’s heyday.
For a heartbeat, Izan just stared.
He wasn’t naïve; he knew he was fast, he was before this, and he knew defenders and nobody could keep up.
But now, it was just ungodly.
To have it written out, quantified, compared to the fastest man alive at his peak... it sank into his chest like a weight.
Thiswasn’t just football anymore.
He was straying into dangerous territory, into sothing that almost felt sinful.
[Bonus: All Super Points used for this upgrade have been refunded.]
But the mont the said ssage ca, Izan pinched the bridge of his nose and let out another frustrated sigh.
"You’ve got to be kidding ... If I’d known that, I would’ve held back one and got it for free."
"Why didn’t you just say that earlier?" he muttered.
The system pulsed again, its voice steady, almost serene.
[Ask, and it shall be given to you. Seek, and you shall find. Knock, and it shall be opened unto you.]
Izan froze, jaw tightening.
Scripture.
For a mont, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cross himself.
Instead, he dragged a hand down his face and exhaled slowly.
That was when a banner unfurled across the holographic page.
—OVERCLOCK OPTION AVAILABLE—
Would you like to exceed the limit?
He sat up slightly, squinting at the prompt.
"Over the limit? You an... beyond one hundred?"
The system fell silent as the pause stretched until Izan thought it wouldn’t answer.
Then, finally—
[Confird. Unlocking higher thresholds is possible. Requirent: 20 Super Points (conversion equivalent: 70 Stat Points).]
Izan hissed through his teeth.
"That’s daylight robbery, and why are the conversion rates ssed up?"
His mind flicked between the number and the cost, weighing it up.
His rationale scread to back out, to hold onto the points.
But his curiosity... his curiosity was stronger.
"Fine," he muttered as the points drained, and the numbers ticked over.
Acceleration: 101
Sprint Speed: 101
Izan leaned back, waiting for sothing more. "That’s it?"
"Co on, even so cool sound effect-,"but before he could complete, his answer ca in the form of agony.
His legs seized like tal jamd in a furnace, as if a car had slamd into him at full force.
His whole body jolted under the sheets, teeth clamping down to choke back a scream, but it ca, at least it was going to co before,
[Sealing asures activated. Exposure blocked. Duration: thirty seconds.]
Thirty seconds, but to Izan, it felt like hours.
Every nerve from hip to ankle burned, reshaped, reforged.
He was drenched in sweat, his chest rising and falling like he had run ten marathons, and when the pain finally released, he lay gasping, shirt plastered to his skin, hair damp against his forehead.
Beside him, Olivia stirred as her hand grazed his shoulder in sleepy instinct.
"...Izan? Co back to bed..."
He pushed her hand gently back, forcing his breathing to even out.
"I’m fine," he whispered.
Pulling his pyjama trousers aside, he stared at his legs.
The muscles pulsed faintly, glowing with residual heat, as though they’d been hamred and quenched by a blacksmith.
The sight made his stomach twist.
"Why the hell didn’t you warn ?" he growled, but the system pulsed calmly.
[Disclair was available. You did not read it.]
Izan let out a bark of laughter, half-amused, half-exasperated.
He touched his backside, a fleeting panic checking if he’d pissed or worse.
But he got nothing.
"At least I didn’t shit myself," he muttered, collapsing back onto the couch in the corner, the ridiculous coffee bean-shaped thing Olivia had insisted on buying.
He wiped his face with his sleeve, still sticky with sweat.
His eyes flicked warily back to the screen, glowing with quiet nace.
"Alright," he sighed, shifting against the couch. "What else have you got for ?"
Because after that... he wasn’t taking any chances.
Izan scrolled down until the next cluster of numbers filled the holographic pane.
Passing: 94
Short Passing: 94
Long Passing: 94
Crossing: 94
A grin tugged at his lips.
"Not bad. But why stop at ninety-four?"
He didn’t think twice this ti.
"System, put six points each into all three."
The glow of his Super Points pool shrank in an instant, digits falling as the numbers reshaped themselves.
Short Passing: 100
Long Passing: 100
Crossing: 100
Izan leaned back, waiting.
Expecting.
The familiar rush of golden light, the congratulatory banner, and the points refund that had bailed him out with speed.
But nothing ca.
Just silence.
The screen humd as if mocking him, and the numbers sat there, still and unmoved.
His smile collapsed into a scowl.
"Max, where’s the points back?"
The system stayed quiet for an uncomfortably long beat.
Then, finally—
[That was a one-ti reward. No further refunds will be issued.]
Izan stared at the ceiling, jaw tightening, fighting the urge to shout.
The only thing saving him was the darkness outside.
If it had been broad daylight, the neighbours might have heard him.
"Unbelievable," he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. "You really know how to test , don’t you?"
He tapped his fingers against his knee. "Can I reverse this?"
"No."
A flat, cold finality.
Izan closed his eyes and pressed his palm over his face, sitting there motionless for a while as the silence stretched, broken only by the faint hum of the system.
At last, he dropped his hand, shaking his head with a wry smile.
"No use crying over spilt milk."
The banner pulsed again across the screen.
—OVERCLOCK OPTION AVAILABLE—
Would you like to exceed the limit?
Izan let out a sharp laugh under his breath.
"Ragebaiting isn’t gonna work."
He waved it off, but the temptation sat heavy in his chest.
The mory of his legs, how they’d burned, how they’d felt rebuilt from the inside out, lingered.
He hadn’t even tested the new speed yet, but deep down he knew.
Sothing had shifted.
Sothing was waiting.
His fingers twitched at the side of his thigh. "No," he said firmly, shaking his head.
"Not tonight."
Then he tilted his head, a thought sliding through.
"But if my speed’s broken the limit, my body needs to handle it too."
The system pulsed brightly, responding with rare imdiacy.
[Excellent choice. Neglecting the balance between physical attributes and speed would have resulted in catastrophic strain.]
The holographic text unfurled again, this ti less like a reward and more like a warning.
[Projected outco had this adjustnt been ignored: Repeated hamstring tears, severe ligant stress, high risk of permanent injury. Career longevity: compromised.]
Izan’s breath hitched at the ssage.
He sat up straighter, pulling in a deep lungful of air as his body felt suddenly heavier, as if the room itself understood the gravity of what could’ve been.
He let out a long exhale, shaking his head with a half-smile that wasn’t quite amused.
"You really could’ve killed ."
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