David Drinkwater lived his entire career as football's biggest joke.

Thirty seven years old, rejected by every major club, and called a "club whore" by fans across Europe, but at Wembley Stadium, in the rain, he finally proved them wrong.

Championship playoff final between Millwall and Norwich, and in the 90th minute, he scored the winning goal, then he died.

**[Ding. Ding.]**
**「Host found: David Drinkwater.」**
**「Synchronisation complete.」**

He opens his eyes in an eighteen year old body.

Demien Walter, a failed Fiorentina academy prospect and suicide attempt survivor with an overall rating of 48, no team, and no future, but David brought something impossible with him.

**[Ding.]**
**「Ultimate Gacha System activated.」**
**「Mission: Rise from nothing. Become the greatest footballer in history.」**

Training earns points while matches earn rewards, and achievements unlock legendary packs.

Every pack opening could change everything, whether through common stat boosts, rare techniques, or epic abilities, yet there's always the ultimate prize.

**[Ding.]**
**「Diamond Pack opened.」**
**「Congratulations. Andrea Pirlo — Regista Vision obtained. Passing +15. Vision +10. Legendary Trait unlocked: Deep-Lying Playmaker.」**

From trialist to conquering the football world, every pack, every point, and every impossible moment building toward football immortality.

They called him a failure once, and they called him wasted potential, but now, with forty years of wisdom in an eighteen year old body and a system that rewards every drop of sweat with power, David will rewrite football history.

One pack at a time.

**Some dreams get a second chance, and some legends get a second life, so this is his.**

The tunnel was loud with the muffled roar from above pressing down through concrete, and both teams stood in their designated positions while children mascots held hands with players and the referee checked his watch one final time.


Demien stood in his position among Atalanta's starters with his hands at his sides and his breathing controlled, and across the narrow space separating the two lines he could see Adriano positioned in Fiorentina's formation wearing number 10 with his expression focused and composed.


Their eyes met across five yards of concrete and fluorescent lighting.


Adriano's mouth moved first and his voice carried clearly despite the noise from above. "Good luck out there."


His hand extended forward between the two lines.


Chapter 283 - Chapter 272: Fiorentina vs Atalanta - First Half I