Earth, in another tiline.
Sitting on the plane, Michael Felix stared out at the clouds and let out a long breath.
He kept rubbing the pendant in his hand, his thoughts sinking deeper and deeper.
Just because he had failed to pay the so-called "800,000 charity donation," the Chinese FA had kicked him out of the national youth reserve squad.
When he contacted reporters to expose what had happened, the whole thing was twisted around, and he was accused of having a bad attitude and poor character instead.
No club back ho was willing to take him in after that, forcing him to leave the country and look for a way out elsewhere.
Luckily, an old family friend had helped him contact a club in Spain, and his trial application had been accepted.
'Once I make a na for myself, I'm going to deal with every last one of those bastards myself!'
The thought alone made Michael's blood burn.
At so point, he drifted off to sleep.
"Ladies and gentlen, we are currently experiencing severe turbulence ahead. The aircraft may shake violently. Please remain seated and keep your seat belts fastened... We apologize for the inconvenience."
The violent shaking sent Michael's arm slamming into the cabin wall.
Crack!
Under the impact, the pendant in his hand split apart.
Two wisps of white smoke flowed straight into Michael's body, while the broken pieces crumbled into ash and scattered away.
"Ladies and gentlen, the aircraft has now stabilized. We will begin serving dinner shortly. Please remain seated..."
Michael gradually woke up, still a little dazed, and vaguely felt as if sothing was missing from his hand.
"What the hell? Where's my pendant? It was right here!"
His hands were empty and the pendant had vanished.
He looked around, but the people nearby all seed to be resting.
Just then, a flight attendant ca over to hand out dinner.
"Hello, sir. Which al would you like?"
"Anything."
Michael could not find the pendant anywhere, and his irritation was starting to rise.
He casually took one of the al trays from her.
He kept grumbling inwardly.
If ti could sohow rewind, he would definitely pretend to be asleep and catch the thief red-handed!
But all of a sudden, Michael's whole body jolted, and his vision went black.
"..."
"Hello, sir. Which al would you like?"
"Huh?"
Michael still had not realized what had happened.
"Sir? Which al would you like?" the flight attendant repeated with a polite smile.
Michael snapped back to himself.
"Hello, I don't need one, thank you."
After the flight attendant walked away, Michael imdiately beca excited.
Was this it?
'Am i awaken so short of superpower like those novel protagonist?'
Ti had gone backward!
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he imdiately shouted in his mind, 'Go back!'
He opened his eyes.
The flight attendant was already walking farther and farther away.
Michael stared after her in confusion.
What was going on?
When he saw the other passengers eating dinner while there was no al tray in front of him, Michael was certain that ti really had gone backward just now, and he completely forgot about eating.
Like a man obsessed, Michael spent the entire night testing his new ability.
"Go back. Rewind. Back to the past..."
...
Finally, a little after midnight, Michael was in the lavatory taking a piss.
After finishing, he instinctively muttered in his heart, 'Go back.'
His body gave a sudden shiver and his bladder was full again!
And in the next second, everything ca rushing out once more, as sudden and unstoppable as an author finally being struck by inspiration.
After finding the key detail, Michael slowly began to figure out the rules behind it.
....
During the two-day transfer journey, Michael managed to piece things together.
Most likely, the pendant had given him the ability to rewind ti.
Once per day, he could turn ti back by roughly one minute.
As for what else the ability could do, he still needed to keep experinting.
When the flight finally ended, Michael arrived in Santander, Spain.
Santander was a port city in northern Spain with a population of around 200,000.
It was also a well-known tourist destination.
Real Racing Club de Santander had once been an established side in La Liga, but due to financial problems, the club had suffered several relegations over the years.
In the previous 2013–14 season, they had won Segunda División B Group 1 and officially returned to the Segunda División for the current campaign.
The mont Michael stepped off the plane, sunlight poured down over him.
Standing in that warmth, he felt as though he had been given a second life.
At that ti, the old family friend waiting for him—John—had already been standing outside for quite a while.
Michael found John by following the pickup sign and walked over with visible excitent.
"Hello, I'm Michael Felix. My uncle, arranged for to co here for a trial. It's very nice to et you."
"Oh, Michael, hello! Welco to the beautiful port city of Santander. I'm John, your uncle is an old friend of mine, and this ti he asked to help you attend Racing Santander's trial."
John was very polite.
After that, John took Michael to a restaurant to welco him properly.
Once they had eaten, they headed straight for Racing Santander's training ground.
During their conversation, Michael learned that John was a scout who traveled back and forth between Spain and Asia, specializing in bringing top Asian talent to smaller Spanish clubs.
The two drove into Racing Santander's car park.
As soon as they reached the entrance, the security guard greeted John with a grin.
"Hey! John, you're back again! What kind of player have you brought this ti?"
"Hey, mate, I don't have ti to chat. Open the gate! I've already arranged with the coach to go to the trial pitch."
Under the guard's awkward chuckle, John led Michael toward the training area.
"Don't mind him, he talks too much. When you et the coach later, just relax. I've watched all your match footage. There shouldn't be any problem."
John was worried Michael might be nervous, so he gave him a bit of encouragent.
"Yeah, I understand. Thank you." Michael nodded politely.
When they arrived beside the pitch, more than ten players were already doing drills.
John jogged forward and warmly embraced a bearded man standing by the touchline.
"Hello, my friend Raul! I'm so happy to see you. This is an excellent player I brought from China. His na is Michael Felix. Have a look at him for , will you?"
John sounded completely sincere.
"Hello, John. I'm glad to see you again too. But I have to tell you in advance, the sporting director brought in a group of players this morning, and the midfield spots are already full. So we'll have to see whether your player can try another position."
Raul spread his hands, looking rather helpless.
"We agreed on this beforehand. How can it change just like that? Michael has the kind of precise long passing you'd expect from Xavi!"
John's dissatisfaction was clear.
Sensing John's frustration, Raul quickly called over an assistant coach and asked him to take Michael for the basic physical tests first.
Then he said, "You know how things work at Santander. The sporting director has the final say on everything. But I promise you, if the player you brought is truly outstanding, I'll make an exception and keep him."
After hearing Raul's words, John knew there was no room left to argue.
He turned to look at Michael, who was preparing for the tests, and felt a little uneasy.
'Michael, you really need to show sothing here. Otherwise, I won't have any way to push this further.'
If Michael had been tested as a midfielder, John would not have been worried about his results.
After all, in the Segunda División—especially for a newly promoted side playing its first season after coming up from the third tier—Michael's ability should have been enough to earn him a place in the squad.
At the very least, he could serve as a substitute.
But once the physical test results ca out, things were not ideal, because the assistant coach had arranged for Michael to be assessed as a winger.
Michael's pace and acceleration were decent, good enough for a B .
His crossing was even strong enough to earn an A .
However, the two most important areas—physical duels and stamina—were both graded C, which did not et the basic requirents for a winger.
Michael stood beside the coach and John, feeling like he had already been written off before the trial had even properly begun.
"Michael, I really like your passing ability," Raul said regretfully. "But football is a team sport. A player has to be judged by the whole package."
He paused before speaking honestly.
"To be frank, you don't currently et our club's requirents. I'm sorry."
Michael understood what Raul ant.
Even so, he could not help feeling bitter.
He had traveled thousands of miles to co here, all for the chance to turn his life around, yet the result had still fallen short of what he had hoped.
But he still had his "superpower."
If he could not et the physical demands required of a forward, then what position could help him stay?
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Here it is, i edit and change many things from wording, tone, erasing most chinese vibes etc .. if the fanfic is not good please leave a comnt!
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