**Valencia, Spain, July 16, 2022**
The morning sun blazed over the Valencia youth academy's training ground, casting long shadows across the pristine green pitch. The air buzzed with anticipation, the stands filled with a modest crowd of scouts, parents, and local fans, their murmurs blending with the distant hum of cicadas. Lin Feng stood at the edge of the field, his Valencia CF youth kit clinging to his lean frame, the orange and white colors vibrant against his olive skin. His hazel eyes, sharp with the intensity of his Chinese-Spanish heritage, scanned the pitch like a predator sizing up its prey. Today was no ordinary match—it was the stage for his rebirth, the first step in his journey to become the Football Emperor.
The [**Supreme Football System**] hummed in his mind, a secret power known only to him. Last night, it had awakened, granting him the [**Causality Power**]: [*All shots within the 18-yard box score with 100% accuracy.*] The thought sent a thrill through his veins. In his past life, he'd been a benchwarmer, mocked and sidelined in this very match against Deportivo's under-18 squad. Today, he'd rewrite that humiliation. Today, he'd make Javier Morales, the smug golden boy of the team, taste defeat.
Lin Feng tightened his laces, his old boots scuffed but sturdy. He hadn't yet earned enough [**System Points**] to buy the [**Phantom Boots**] or [**Injury-Resistant Aura**] from the [**System Shop**], but the [**Causality Power**] was more than enough for now. He glanced at the [**System**] screen, flickering invisibly in his mind:
[**Mission: Score a goal in your next youth match. Reward: 100 system points.**]
[**Hidden Mission: Dominate the Youth Match with a Hat-Trick. Reward: 300 system points, +1 Prestige Point.**]
A predatory smile curved his lips. A hat-trick? He'd do more than that. He'd turn this match into a spectacle, a declaration of his arrival. But he'd be careful—no one could suspect the [**System**]'s existence. His dominance would seem like raw talent, a prodigy emerging from nowhere. The world would see Lin Feng, not the divine cheat behind him.
The Valencia squad gathered near the bench, their chatter loud and cocky. Javier Morales strutted at the center, his blond hair gleaming in the sun, his blue eyes glinting with arrogance. At 18, he was the academy's star striker, scouted by La Liga clubs and worshipped by local fans. In Lin Feng's past life, Javier had been the ringleader of his torment, sneering at his "half-breed" heritage and ensuring he never got a chance to shine. Today, that would change.
"Hey, Chino," Javier called, his voice dripping with mockery as he tossed a ball in the air. "You actually starting today? Don't trip over your own feet and embarrass us." His clique—three other players, all smirking—laughed, their taunts echoing across the field.
Lin Feng's eyes narrowed, but he kept his voice calm, his tone laced with a quiet menace. "Keep talking, Javier. We'll see who's embarrassed by the end of this." His words were soft, but they carried a weight that made Javier's smirk falter for a split second.
Coach Martinez, a grizzled man with a permanent scowl, barked from the sidelines. "Line up, you lot! Lin Feng, you're starting as right winger. Don't make me regret it." His tone was skeptical, his eyes dismissing Lin Feng as a risky experiment. In his past life, Martinez had benched him without a second thought, swayed by Javier's influence. Now, Lin Feng would make him eat those doubts.
As the team took their positions, Lin Feng felt the [**System**]'s energy pulse through him, sharpening his senses. The pitch seemed brighter, the movements of his kök
System: * The response was cut off due to the character limit. Continuing from where it left off: *
the players and the ball clearer, as if the [**System**] was enhancing his perception. He didn't activate the [**Causality Power**] yet—it required a shot in the 18-yard box—but he could feel its latent power, a coiled dragon ready to strike.
The whistle blew, and the match began. Deportivo's under-18 squad was aggressive, their defenders built like tanks, their midfielders darting like wolves. Lin Feng sprinted down the right flank, his body lighter than he remembered矫
System: * remembered, feeling the system's subtle influence. The ball came to him in a flash, and he moved with a grace he didn't know he had, weaving past a Deportivo midfielder who lunged too late. The crowd murmured, sensing something extraordinary.
In the 12th minute, a Valencia midfielder lobbed a high ball toward the penalty area. Javier was there, ready to leap, but Lin Feng outjumped him, his head meeting the ball with precision. It soared into the 18-yard box, and he activated the [**Causality Power**]: [*All shots within the 18-yard box score with 100% accuracy.*] The ball rocketed past the Deportivo goalkeeper, a laser that no one could have stopped.
1–0.
The crowd erupted, a mix of cheers and gasps. Javier's face twisted in shock, his eyes burning into Lin Feng's back. "Luck!" he shouted, his voice cracking with rage.
Lin Feng didn't respond, his focus locked on the game. He moved like a phantom, outpacing defenders, his every touch perfect. The [**System**] wasn't just a cheat—it was a partner, amplifying his instincts, making every decision razor-sharp. In the 25th minute, he received a pass just outside the box, dribbled past two defenders with a burst of speed that felt unnatural, and entered the 18-yard box. He struck the ball, a curling shot that seemed to bend reality itself, slipping through an impossible gap into the net.
2–0.
The stands roared, scouts scribbling furiously in their notebooks. Coach Martinez's jaw dropped, his clipboard forgotten. Javier's face was a mask of fury, his fists clenched as he screamed at his teammates to "mark that Chino!"
Lin Feng's heart pounded with exhilaration, but he kept his expression cool, almost bored. No one could know the [**System**] was behind this. To them, he was just a kid having the game of his life. But inside, he was a storm of vengeance and ambition, ready to claim everything he'd been denied.
In the 38th minute, he saw his chance for the hat-trick. A Valencia counterattack left the Deportivo defense scrambling. Lin Feng sprinted into the box, a through-ball landing perfectly at his feet. A defender lunged, but Lin Feng sidestepped with a fluid motion that felt like magic. He activated the [**Causality Power**] again, his shot a low, screaming drive that tore through the goalkeeper's outstretched hands.
3–0.
The crowd leaped to their feet, chanting "Lin Feng! Lin Feng!" Javier stormed off the pitch at halftime, shoving past his teammates, his face red with humiliation. Lin Feng stood calmly, sipping water, his eyes scanning the stands. A scout in a crisp suit was watching him, his expression unreadable. Lin Feng's lips twitched. This was just the beginning.
[*Ding!*]
[**Mission Complete: Score a goal in your next youth match. Reward: 100 system points.**]
[**Hidden Mission Complete: Dominate the Youth Match with a Hat-Trick. Reward: 300 system points, +1 Prestige Point.**]
[**Total System Points: 400**]
Lin Feng opened the [**System Shop**] in his mind, invisible to all. With 400 points, he could afford a basic skill or buff. He typed into the [**Search Bar**]: "speed." A list appeared:
- [**Lightning Dash (+30% Sprint Speed)**]: 350 points.
- [**Agile Footwork (+20% Dribbling)**]: 300 points.
He hesitated, then chose [**Agile Footwork**], spending 300 points. A surge of energy coursed through his legs, his movements feeling even sharper. He closed the [**System**], his heart racing. This was power no one could fathom, and he'd guard it like a dragon's hoard.
The second half was a massacre. Lin Feng, now enhanced by [**Agile Footwork**], danced through Deportivo's defense, scoring two more goals—both outside the box, relying on his newfound skill rather than the [**Causality Power**] to avoid suspicion. The final score was 5–1, Valencia's dominance absolute. The crowd ch springtime, the stands emptying as fans rushed to the pitch, shouting his name. Javier was nowhere to be seen, likely hiding in shame.
Coach Martinez approached, his scowl replaced by a rare look of awe. "Lin Feng… where the hell did that come from?"
Lin Feng shrugged, his voice calm but laced with steel. "Just getting started, Coach." He walked away, leaving Martinez speechless. No one could know the truth—not yet, not ever. The [**System**] was his alone, a secret that would carry him to the top.
As he left the field, a sleek black car pulled up nearby. A woman stepped out, her blonde hair cascading like a waterfall, her emerald eyes locking onto him. She was breathtaking, her presence commanding the air itself. Lin Feng recognized her instantly—Elena Voss, a Hollywood star filming in Valencia. His heart skipped, but he kept his composure.
"You're Lin Feng?" she asked, her voice smooth as velvet. "That was… extraordinary."
He nodded, his gaze steady. "Just doing my job, Miss Voss."
Her lips curved, intrigued. "Call me Elena. I'm hosting a charity gala tomorrow night. You should come. I want to know more about the boy who turned that pitch into his kingdom."
Lin Feng's mind flashed to the [**System**], its power hidden deep within him. "I'll be there," he said, his voice carrying a quiet promise. As she walked away, a new message appeared:
[**Hidden Mission Unlocked: Impress Elena Voss at the Gala.**]
[**Reward: 500 system points, +1 Charisma Point.**]
He smirked. The [**System**] wasn't just about football—it was about building an empire of power and influence. Elena Voss was the first step into a world beyond the pitch, and he'd seize it with both hands.
The Valencia sun set behind him, casting a golden glow over the city. Lin Feng's eyes burned with ambition. Javier was just the first to fall. The world was next.