Abdul Azim's eyes snapped open, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths. The familiar ceiling fan above his bed spun lazily, its blades casting slow, rhythmic shadows across the walls of the bedroom he had grown up in. For several long seconds, the world refused to make sense. Everything felt both intimately familiar and strangely brand new. The posters on his wall - most prominently the iconic image of Steven Gerrard powering a heroic header during the 2005 Champions League final in Istanbul, arms outstretched in pure triumph -looked far too vivid, the colors too sharp, the emotion captured in that frozen moment too alive.
He sat up slowly, heart hammering against his ribs like a war drum. His hands - smooth, powerful, eighteen-year-old hands without the scars, calluses, or aches he had accumulated during his bitter previous life - trembled as he clenched them into tight fists.
"January… 2015?" he whispered, voice hoarse with disbelief.
The memories slammed into him all at once. The cold, pouring rain in 2026. Another mediocre semi-pro season where his dream had quietly died under the weight of injuries, politics, and lost potential. The slick road on that fateful night, the blinding headlights, the screech of tires, and then… nothing but endless darkness.
And now this. A complete return to the beginning.
He swung his long legs off the bed, feet planting firmly on the carpet he remembered so well. Grabbing his phone from the bedside table with shaking fingers, the screen lit up: Thursday, 1 January 2015, 10:00PM.
A shaky, almost manic laugh escaped his throat. "I'm back. Holy shit… I'm actually back at the very start."
Two complete sets of memories fused perfectly inside his head. His parents had moved to Liverpool before he was even born. He was born here in the city - a full English citizen. They had left their homeland seeking stability and opportunity for their only son. His father had taken on demanding shifts at a logistics company, often working overtime with tired eyes and aching shoulders. His mother had worked tirelessly - cleaning offices at night, helping in local kitchens during the day - sacrificing sleep, health, and personal dreams so that young Abdul Azim could attend every Liverpool academy trial, every training session, every match without missing a single one.
They had given up everything for him.
In his previous life, he had ultimately let them down, fading into obscurity as just another academy graduate who never quite made it.
Tears stung the corners of his eyes. He wiped them away fiercely.
"Not this time," he whispered with burning determination. "This time I will make you both so proud. I will reach the absolute top. I will become a name that the entire world remembers."
A low, mechanical ding echoed directly inside his mind, cold and completely emotionless.
[One Piece System] has activated.
Host synchronization complete.
Welcome, Pirate.
A transparent blue window suddenly materialized in front of his vision, glowing softly but impossible to ignore or dismiss. Abdul Azim waved his hand through it multiple times, but the screen remained perfectly fixed, following his gaze no matter how he moved.
He began reading every single line with rapt attention, his pulse quickening as pure, electric excitement surged through his body.
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[One Piece System]
Host: Abdul Azim
Age: 18
Height: 189 cm
Weight: 87 kg
Title: Pirate
Pirate Crew: Not set
Current Bounty / Fame Value: 0
System Points: 0
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Status Window
Strength: 3
Agility: 3
Constitution: 3
Endurance: 4
Control: 4
Willpower: 8
Available Stat Points: 0
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Skills Window
Passive Skills: None
Active Skills: None
Available Skill Points: 0
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Devil Fruit Window
Eaten: None
Mastery Level: 0 / 10
Available Fruit Points: 0
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Daily Gacha Spin
Available Spin: 1
Total Spin: 0/100
The full System Shop then unfolded, revealing every tab in detail - Skill Tab, Devil Fruit Tab, Bloodline Tab, Items Tab, and Sell Tab. Abdul Azim's eyes widened further as he absorbed the sheer potential in front of him.
He sat there in stunned silence for nearly a full minute. Then a wide, uncontrollable grin spread across his face.
"This… this is completely and utterly insane. I've hit the jackpot of second chances."
Before he could fully process the implications, another notification appeared.
[Novice Gift Package] has been delivered.Would you like to open it?Yes / No
"Yes!" he said immediately, voice thick with excitement.
Novice Gift Package opened.
Rewards:
Tere Tere no Mi (Telekinesis-Telekinesis Fruit)
Observation Haki (Level 1)
Multilingual Mastery (Level 1)
+5 Stat Points
+2 Skill Points
+2 Fruit Points
+200 System Points
Do you wish to receive and integrate all rewards?Yes / No
"Yes," he answered firmly.
A powerful wave of energy flooded every part of his body. The Tere Tere no Mi integrated first, bringing a strange but warm sensation that rewrote something fundamental inside him. The system noted it had no sea weakness and allowed for multiple Devil Fruits in the future. Observation Haki sharpened his senses at Level 1, granting awareness within a 5-meter radius. Multilingual Mastery settled quietly, laying the foundation for future language mastery.
Then the points were added.
Abdul Azim wasted no time. He opened his status and allocated the five Stat Points one by one:
+1 Strength → 4
+1 Agility → 4
+1 Constitution → 4
+1 Endurance → 5
+1 Control → 5
The change was immediate and exhilarating. His muscles felt denser, more explosive. His balance and coordination improved noticeably. These stats alone positioned him as a potential starter for the U18s and capable of performing at fourth-division senior level right now.
He then invested both Fruit Points and Skill Points into the Tere Tere no Mi and Observation Haki respectively.
Tere Tere no Mi Level 3/100.
Observation Haki Level 3/100.
At this level of fruit mastery, he possessed precise control within roughly 30 meters, with influence extending up to 40 meters, though strength and accuracy declined sharply beyond the 30-meter mark.
Eager to test his new abilities, Abdul Azim looked around the room. His old training football rested in the corner. With a single focused thought, the ball lifted smoothly into the air. He began juggling it using only his mind - effortless, perfect close control. The ball danced around him in tight, controlled circles, responding to the tiniest mental commands as if it were an extension of his own body.
Laughing with pure joy, he tried something bolder. He focused on his own body and willed himself upward. His feet left the ground. Slowly but steadily, he levitated nearly three meters into the air, his head almost brushing against the spinning ceiling fan. He hovered there, gently touching the ceiling with his fingertips, feeling the cool surface, before lowering himself back down with perfect control.
"Holy shit," he breathed, eyes shining. "This power is real. It actually works."
He spent the next several minutes experimenting - levitating multiple objects at once, writing his name in the air with a pen, spinning the ball at high speed while maintaining perfect control. The precision and potential were intoxicating.
Tonight, Liverpool faced Leicester City at Anfield. Leicester were massive underdogs - a newly promoted side battling hard to avoid relegation against a Liverpool team still fighting for a Champions League spot under Brendan Rodgers. Abdul Azim knew the match dynamics well from his future memories.
Tomorrow, on 2 January 2015, Steven Gerrard would publicly announce that he would leave Liverpool at the end of the season in May. Raheem Sterling was also widely expected to depart. Major changes were coming to the club he loved.
With his future knowledge spanning 2015 to 2026 and these emerging powers, Abdul Azim knew he could reshape Liverpool's future entirely. He knew when Klopp would arrive in October. He knew about the young talents like Trent Alexander-Arnold. He knew every tactical trend and transfer window.
A new notification appeared.
Daily Gacha Spin available.
Available Spin: 1
Total Spin: 0/100
"Spin," he commanded.
Daily Gacha Spin complete.
Reward: +30 System Points
Current System Points: 230
Available Spin: 0
Total Spin: 1/100
He activated Observation Haki again. A subtle sphere of awareness expanded, letting him sense everything clearly within 15 meters - including his mother moving around downstairs preparing food.
A soft knock came from downstairs, followed by his mother's warm, loving voice.
"Azim! Meal is ready. Come down before it gets cold. Your father wants to watch the match with you tonight."
Abdul Azim's heart swelled with emotion he hadn't felt in over a decade. He hadn't heard that caring, proud voice in what felt like a lifetime.
"Coming, Mum!" he called back, voice steadier than the whirlwind inside him.
He stood in front of the mirror, staring at the tall, athletic 18-year-old reflection. This body was brimming with potential. No more regrets. No more wasted years.
This time, he would become a legend the football world would never forget.
"System. Show full status," Azim said quietly.
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[One Piece System]
Host: Abdul Azim
Age: 18
Height: 189 cm
Weight: 87 kg
Title: Pirate
Pirate Crew: Not Set
Current Bounty / Fame Value: 0
System Points: 230
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Status Window
Strength: 4
Agility: 4
Constitution: 4
Endurance: 5
Control: 5
Willpower: 8
Available Stat Points: 0
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Skills Window
Passive Skills: Multilingual Mastery (Level 1/10)
Active Skills: Observation Haki (Level 1/100) – Current Sense Range: 15 meters
Available Skill Points: 0
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Devil Fruit Window
Tere Tere no Mi (Telekinesis Telekinesis Fruit)
Mastery Level: 3 / 100
Available Fruit Points: 0
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Daily Gacha Spin
Available Spin: 0
Total Spin: 1/100
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Abdul Azim clenched his fists, eyes burning with fierce ambition and unbreakable resolve.
I am back.
And the football world would never be the same again.