Qin Ming stared at the glowing interface for a long time.65%.So… he had only integrated a little over half of Ronaldinho's abilities?
"Does that mean I can reach 100% someday?" he muttered to himself, eyes gleaming.
If he could fully synchronize, wouldn't that mean he could pull off all of Ronaldinho's tricks? The elastic dribbles, the blind passes, the no-look shots — the whole Samba circus of football magic?
He clenched his fists. His body felt… lighter, stronger, almost humming with energy. Even the way he stood seemed different — a natural rhythm pulsing in his steps, like he could start dancing with the ball at any moment.
Then, as if in response to his excitement, the system chimed again.
[Host has unlocked Basic Functions.][Function 1: Attribute Panel.][Function 2: Mission System.][Function 3: Skill Extraction.]
"Oh?" Qin Ming's eyebrows lifted. "Now this looks like a real cheat."
The screen shifted, lines of data sliding into place.
[Dribbling: 82][Passing: 79][Shooting: 74][Speed: 76][Stamina: 70][Creativity: 88]
Qin Ming whistled softly."These are definitely not Bayern II numbers…"
With these stats, even in the German third division, he could easily outshine most players. And this was just at 65% fusion!
"Good," he grinned, eyes blazing with excitement. "Let's see how far this can go."
He scrolled further down and spotted a flashing notification.
[Mission Activated: Prove Yourself!]Objective: Perform a dazzling solo goal during team training.Reward: 5% Template Fusion increase.Penalty: None. (But your coach will still hate you.)
Qin Ming's lips curled into a smile."Perfect. Just what I needed."
But there was one little problem — Ten Hag had banned him from training.
"Great…" he sighed, leaning back on his bed. "So how am I supposed to show off if I can't even touch a ball?"
He thought for a moment.Actually… maybe there was a way.
Højbjerg still had his back, and the reserve players often trained in small informal sessions on the secondary field. If he could sneak into one of those kick-abouts, it would count. The system didn't say where he had to do it, after all.
The thought alone made his blood stir. For the first time since arriving in this world, he could feel a sense of direction — something more than just surviving.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror again.The face was the same, but the eyes… they were sharper now, brighter.There was confidence there — the kind that came from knowing he had something no one else did.
That afternoon, Højbjerg showed up again with a plastic box of food.
"Still grounded?" he asked helplessly.
"Yeah," Qin Ming replied, taking the box. "But I'm planning to sneak out tonight."
Højbjerg blinked. "Sneak out? To do what?"
"Play football."
"…Are you serious? Ten Hag will kill you if he finds out."
Qin Ming grinned. "Then I'll make sure he finds out after I've scored something he can't ignore."
The Danish midfielder stared at him like he'd lost his mind.But seeing the determination in Qin Ming's eyes, he just sighed and muttered,"Fine. I'll cover for you. But if this blows up, you owe me a beer."
"Deal."
Qin Ming chuckled, but inside, he was already thinking about the feeling of the ball at his feet, the rhythm in his body, the way Ronaldinho used to make defenders dance helplessly.
If he really had even 65% of that magic now…
Then tonight would be his first real step toward destiny.