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⚽ Prologue — Divine Echelon Framework

The sound of distant cheering echoed faintly from a cracked laptop screen.

On it, a young Neymar weaved through defenders, twisting his body like liquid flame before curling the ball into the top corner.

A weak chuckle escaped the thin lips of the man lying on the hospital bed.

Jaeven Moretti Han, 25 years old.

A life defined by sickness, frailty, and envy.

His bones ached just from breathing. His heart trembled beneath skin pale as moonlight.

The smell of disinfectant had become his perfume — hospitals, his home.

As the replay ended, the crowd's roar filled his small room.

It was the same goal — Neymar's 2012 masterpiece against Atlético Mineiro.

Jaeven's tired eyes shimmered with longing.

> "If only I had the body to chase this dream…"

The monitor beside him beeped weakly — a reminder that dreams didn't care for broken bodies.

He closed his eyes to the sound of cheering fans…

but the cheering didn't fade.

It grew louder.

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Sunlight. Grass. Whistles. Sweat.

The smell of the earth was sharp, raw, alive.

Jaeven gasped, sitting upright on a green field under a bright blue sky.

His heart raced — not in pain, but power.

Around him, boys were running drills, chasing footballs. A coach blew a whistle, barking orders.

Jaeven blinked.

He was in a football pitch.

He looked down at his hands — strong, steady.

His reflection shimmered faintly in a nearby water bottle — black hair, one sea-green eye, one sky-blue.

He was sixteen again.

> "Where… am I?"

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A soft ding echoed in his mind.

> [Initializing Divine Echelon Framework…]

[Host Detected: Jaeven Moretti Han, Age 16]

[Welcome to Virtus Lombardia Youth Academy]

[Football Prodigy Initialization Beginning…]

Golden text danced across his vision as the system unfolded before him.

> [Starter Pack Unlocked]

[Innate Traits Acquired:]

— Double Foot (A-Rank)

— Spectral Awareness (S-Rank)

— Ball Control (S-Rank)

[Hidden Potential: EX-Rank — Unawakened]

The words burned into his mind like destiny itself.

His new body trembled — not from fear, but exhilaration.

For the first time in both lives… he felt alive.

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He crouched down and picked up the ball beside him.

It felt… perfect.

The weight, the texture, the balance — all of it screamed freedom.

As his fingers brushed the surface, something deep within him sparked.

His mismatched eyes glowed faintly under the Italian sun.

> "This time… I'll play until the world remembers my name."

The whistle blew again, and the rebirth of a legend began on the green fields of Virtus Lombardia Youth.

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