London, January 2039, is a busy day, and a 32-year-old man leaves work.
That man is Mike Wager, a man simultaneously admired and despised by all of London, but one thing is undeniable... Everyone would like a life like his.
A second-generation rich man, flush with money since childhood, who has had all the girls he wanted since childhood, and with a successful career in real estate that has lifted him out of his wealthy father's shadow.
Mike Wager was leaving and headed toward his limited-edition Lamborghini Sian FKP 37 waiting nearby.
"Take me home."
Shortly afterward, something our protagonist never expected happens.
"BANG!"
As he looked at his phone out of the corner of his eye, he saw a car skid, its driver screaming, and the car barreling toward him. As if it were a movie, he saw it all in slow motion and even had time to think,
"Damn, a full-on head-on collision."
Shortly after:
Mike opened his eyes and looked around, expecting to find himself in the hospital.
But no, he realized he was in his room—or rather, his old room.
A medium-sized room, elegantly decorated, just like an arrogant child proud of his family's wealth.
On the shelf were countless models of the most famous supercars, and every famous fashion brand had its own dedicated shelf. Mike woke up with a start and was stunned. He looked around and immediately picked up his iPhone 11, which was charging on the bedside table.
Mike stared at it in terror for at least two minutes, unable to believe the date he saw: 06/01/2020.
Exactly 19 years before his death, he immediately got out of bed and went to the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror.
Yes, he was a 13-year-old again.
In the mirror, he saw his former self, a handsome and refined noble face.
He was 5'7" tall, a slim build with fairly evident, though not excessive, muscles, hair and eyes of an almost oppressive yet sparkling black.
Overall, he was one of the most handsome kids in London, and he was tall enough for a 13-year-old.
"What the fuck, it happened!" he almost shouted.
He was obviously surprised, if not even terrified.
He had read manga and novels as a youth, but not enough to be prepared for such a situation.
He was a Londoner, not Japanese or Chinese.
It took him more than a decade to absorb it and go downstairs to breakfast.
Downstairs, his mother, Jane Brown, and his father, Tom Wager, were waiting for him.
His mother was a beautiful woman with features comparable to a model's, while his father was a middle-aged man of average good looks.
"Come eat right away, you have to go to school afterwards, kid. I remind you that the Christmas holidays are over," his father told him, his gaze halfway between stern and loving.
Obviously, Mike had a father and mother who loved him dearly, almost like a classic cliché of second-generation rich people.
"Bye, Dad, bye, Mum," he immediately sat down, careful not to show any strange reactions after his return to the past.
He ate breakfast quickly, put on his school uniform, and quickly headed to the car waiting outside his house to take him to his private school.
Mike lived with his family in the London neighborhood called Chelsea, and it took him about 15 minutes to get to Wetherby Senior School.
As soon as he entered, he headed toward his classroom.
He was desperate, after all, he'd never done well in school; let's just say he was barely surviving.
At that age, he was still a promising soccer player and devoted himself solely to that, and in his free time, he hung out with his friends; he didn't even think about school.
*Speaking of soccer...* thought Mike.
*I'm 13 now, so in a little less than a year, I'll have the injury that will ruin my life.*
After finishing morning classes, he headed toward the lunchroom where everyone sat at the long, elegant tables with the teachers. Obviously, the school offered a healthy, quality lunch, given that it was a private school attended only by London's wealthiest. Shortly after lunch, he met up with his friends, who were also second-generation rich.
"Yo, Mike, how was your vacation? No one saw you on vacation these days," he heard the voice coming from behind him.
He turned to see his best friend Gim followed by the rest of his friends.
"Everything went well. Of course, I've been practicing soccer all the time," he replied. Gim: "Dude, you have to stop playing that sport, it's a sport for commoners. You should play rugby with us."
Mike: "Don't be a pain, you know how passionate I am. Haha."
"Bye Anna, bye Mary," he quickly greeted his two friends who had just emerged from behind Tom.
"Hi, Mike, we missed you," they replied.
"Hey, Gim, are you trying to convince my little Mike to give up football again?" Cruz Beckham arrived.
Unlike Mike and Tom, he was 15, two years older.
To Cruz, Mike was like a little brother and had always supported him in his football career. Tom: "Come on, Cruz, don't joke. If I really wanted to convince him, I'd wait until tomorrow. After all, you're moving to Millfield School today."
At 4:30, after finishing school, after getting into the black SUV driven by his family's chauffeur, he finally arrived home and grabbed a quick snack.
*I'm 13 now, I have a future ahead of me... I can finally dedicate myself to what I've always dreamed of: football. Last time, I got injured and never fully recovered. This time, it won't be like that."
At 5:30 pm, he had his daily soccer practice; he played for Chelsea's Under-14 team; after all, he'd always been talented.
"Bye, Mom, I'm off to training."
"See you later, son."
After arriving at Chelsea's training center, he immediately went to change with enthusiasm; after all, he hadn't touched a ball since his injury.
He felt his blood rushing with adrenaline.
After putting on his training uniform, he stepped onto the pitch, and as soon as he set foot on the grass of the soccer field, something incredible happened.
*What does this mean?*
The words appeared before his eyes.
/THE FOOTBALL GOD SYSTEM/
Loading 10%
In a few seconds...
20% 30% 60% 80% 90% 100%
/PLEASE WAIT/
100%
/LOADING COMPLETE, INSTALLATION SUCCESSFUL/
/Welcome, guest, I'm the Football God System. Would you like an explanation of the system's functions?
YES NO
/
Mike stopped dead in his tracks, stunned. He really hadn't expected this.
After a few seconds of remaining still, he finally pressed the YES button.
/You can access the system with just one thought.
You can do the same with the three categories I have.
PLAYER STATS
SHOP
OBJECTIVES
At the bottom left of the system, you can see your soccer points, which you can earn through objectives and spend in the shop. That's all!/