Renzo stood in his room, staring at the translucent blue screen. The high of the Everton victory hadn't faded, but the "Milestone Carnival" was just beginning.
[MILESTONE NOTIFICATION]
Europa League Debut Victory: +100 Points
First European Assist: +100 Points
European Hat-trick of Assists: +200 Points
[TOTAL REWARD: 4 ATTRIBUTE POINTS]
Renzo hesitated. His Strength (73) was a glaring weakness. In the Premier League, he'd been shoved off the ball like a training cone. But then he remembered the "Bull." Badelj was his shield now. If he had a bodyguard, did he really need to be a powerhouse?
No, Renzo thought, his eyes narrowing. In Italy, space is a luxury. If I can't outmuscle them, I have to out-touch them.
He dumped all 4 points into Ball Control (Dribbling).
[DRIBBLING: 80 ➔ 84]
[STATUS: ELITE TECHNIQUE]
He was now only 6 points away from the "Master" threshold of 90. He could feel the phantom sensation in his feet—the ball sticking to his laces like it was magnetized. Combined with his new 99 Vision, he was no longer a player; he was a tactical computer.
The Fever at the Franchi
Sunday arrived with the crisp air of a Tuscan spring. Usually, a match against 16th-placed Empoli wouldn't sell out. But today, the Stadio Artemio Franchi was a sea of violet.
The fans weren't there for the result; they were there for the show.
In the four games since Renzo's arrival, Fiorentina hadn't just won—they had dominated. 13 goals in 4 matches. For a league known for 1-0 grinds, this was an offensive explosion that had the Gazzetta dello Sport calling them "The Purple Hurricane."
The Calm Before the Vision
Montella had kept training light. The "three games in nine days" schedule was a nightmare for a squad with thin bench depth. As Renzo walked out of the tunnel, he felt the heavy fatigue in his calves, but his mind was sharper than it had ever been.
He looked across the pitch at the Empoli formation.
Suddenly, his 99 Vision kicked in. It wasn't like seeing a movie; it was like seeing a blueprint. He didn't just see the Empoli defenders; he saw the "Shadow Zones"—the tiny pockets of space where a defender's peripheral vision failed. He saw the tension in the Empoli left-back's hamstrings, suggesting he was prone to being turned. He saw the exact 45-degree angle that would bypass the midfield pivot.
"Renzo," Captain Pasqual whispered as they lined up. "You look focused. You okay?"
Renzo didn't blink. He was busy calculating. "I'm better than okay, Captain. I can see everything."
The whistle blew. The Tuscan Derby was underway. And for the first time in history, a player with "God-tier" vision was about to show Serie A that even the tightest defense has a hole if you know exactly where to look.
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