Chapter 1: Everyone is a Protagonist
In this world, everyone possesses a selfish heart. If one were to compress that selfishness into fuel, just how powerful could a human being become?
The streets were a sea of people.
Bachira clasped his hands behind the back of his head, looking up at the sky. "Saikyō, why did you suddenly want to come watch a soccer match?"
"Don't you usually say this bunch is trash and that they can't play as well as you?"
"What's this? Are you feeling a sense of crisis?"
"Are you afraid that… I might go play with them instead?"
Beside him, a boy with black hair and red eyes took a sip of his milk tea, the corners of his mouth hooking into a smirk. "A crisis? Me?"
"Why would I feel a crisis?" Saikyō retorted. "We grew up together, and I don't recall a certain someone ever winning against me."
"If even I started feeling insecure," Saikyō glanced sideways, "aren't you afraid that means you wouldn't be able to keep up with me at all?"
Bachira rolled his eyes and pouted.
Saikyō narrowed his eyes, looking toward the National Stadium ahead. An involuntary shiver of excitement rose in his chest.
His name was Saikyō Shujinkō. He wasn't originally from this world; he had transmigrated into this universe where "sports" reigned supreme.
According to his understanding, in this world, soccer, volleyball, and various other sports dominated international events. Relations and conflicts between nations were now resolved through "matches" rather than war.
From the moment he passed a local soccer field and saw "Bachira" for the first time, he understood everything.
This was Blue Lock.
Hearing the cheers erupting from inside the stadium, Bachira was getting impatient.
"Saikyō, the match is about to start."
"Don't rush." Saikyō was smiling, busy buying popcorn. Smoothly, he pulled out his phone and handed it to a beautiful girl standing nearby.
A vein popped on Bachira's forehead. He grabbed Saikyō's arm and physically dragged him away.
"Hey—!"
By the time they were seated, Saikyō was eating his popcorn with a resigned expression. He had been dragged off before he could even pay for the girl's drink, let alone get her number.
Bachira let out a cold laugh. "Saikyō, what if I told Sister Hui about what you did today…"
Saikyō immediately pressed his palms together in prayer. "Don't. I was wrong, okay?"
Just then, the whistle blew. The match had begun.
After watching for a few minutes, Bachira already seemed bored. "By the way, Saikyō… you still haven't answered my question."
"Why did we specifically come to watch this match?"
"There's nothing impressive about it."
Saikyō watched Isagi Yoichi on the field, who was already sweating profusely. He smiled. "Bachira, how many people do you think are required to play soccer?"
Bachira thought for a few seconds. "If you count the people on the field… it should be eleven."
Saikyō chuckled. "I, on the other hand, think soccer is a one-man game."
"Why?" Bachira looked puzzled. After all, if a team was missing a single person, they couldn't compete. How could it be a one-man game?
Saikyō stared intently at Isagi, who looked like he was being toyed with by the opposing team.
"In all sports—whether it's soccer or volleyball—as long as you love the sport, you will generate an intense desire to compete. A hunger."
"And once you want to become stronger, you must first learn to abandon your teammates."
"Egoism is the key element to strength."
Bachira clutched his head, looking distressed. "Ugh… Saikyō, can you make it sound a little more complicated? My brain hurts."
"Hahaha." Saikyō laughed twice and said no more, turning his attention back to the field.
Not long after, the match ended without suspense. Isagi Yoichi lost.
At that moment, a voice rang out in Saikyō's mind.
[Congratulations, Host. The Main Mission is about to begin.]
Yes… as a transmigrator, he wouldn't dare call himself an inter-dimensional traveler without a System.
His system was called the [Emotion System].
The "emotions" it gathered didn't come from the people around him, but rather from the "audience" who were currently watching this world as if it were an anime.
Walking out of the stadium, Saikyō looked up at the sky and smiled.
"Let's see if you bunch of egoists can actually make me feel some excitement."
"The game has begun…"
Unexpectedly, the "unexpected" arrived quickly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Heavy knocking on the door woke Saikyō from his sleep.
He saw Bachira walk into his home with a face full of excitement, looking so practiced that he hadn't even taken the little braid out of his hair. Obviously… the guy was overjoyed.
"Saikyō, I got the thing!"
In his hand was an agreement—an invitation letter from the Football Association addressed to Bachira.
Bachira boasted, "I told you, didn't I? Saikyō, I'm strong."
Saikyō, sporting a head of messy bed hair, sighed helplessly. "You mean this thing?"
Bachira froze.
Wait, wasn't that the exact same thing in Saikyō's hand?
"Saikyō, you have one too?"
"They invited you?"
Saikyō nodded. "I just received it not long ago…"
"I didn't want to ruin your moment."
"I didn't expect you to get one too."
"Alright!" Bachira reacted instantly, practically pouncing onto Saikyō. "And here I was thinking about how to comfort you!"
Saikyō peeled Bachira off of him, looking exasperated. "Okay, okay, stop acting like a child!"
"So, Saikyō, are you going?" Bachira looked at him with anticipation, terrified he might refuse.
Saikyō smiled. "Of course I'm going. I can't let you go level up all by yourself, can I?"
It was a coincidence, really. Since coming to this world, Saikyō had been all alone. He had never seen his parents, only a "Sister Hui" who had raised him—the same person Bachira was always chattering about. As for Bachira, he was simply a little monster Saikyō had picked up on the soccer field.
Saikyō rolled his eyes. "You aren't planning on staying the night here again, are you?"
Bachira nodded vigorously. "Saikyō, don't you welcome me?"
"You're welcome, but you're sleeping on the sofa. And remember, keep the volume down when watching your soccer shows."
With that, Saikyō turned around and went back to his room to catch up on sleep. Clearly, this wasn't the first time this had happened.
Bachira chuckled, turned on the TV, and practiced his usual sprawl on the sofa…
"This should be the place."
"We didn't go the wrong way, right?"
"Saikyō?" Bachira asked.
But Saikyō didn't hear him. Countless "Bullet Comments" were floating in the air before his eyes.
[First! First!]
[It's starting, it's starting! I couldn't wait any longer!]
[The wasteland arc, let's goooo!]
According to the System's explanation, this world was being broadcast as an anime. The so-called "perspective" would constantly switch. Anyone could be the protagonist.
Including "himself."
Saikyō's gaze fell upon Isagi Yoichi, who was standing at the entrance. Right now, the mantle of "Protagonist" was worn by Isagi, which was why the moment Saikyō got close to him, the barrage of comments exploded.
If he wanted to obtain [Emotion Points].
He only had two choices: Interact with Isagi… or crush him on the field so completely that all eyes turned to Saikyō instead.
At the thought of this, the cells in his body seemed to tremble involuntarily. He couldn't suppress the wild grin spreading across his face.
(To be Continued)
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