TWO YEARS LATER⠀Mike was fifteen years old, standing in his state-of-the-art private gym and tearing through a brutal workout session shirtless.⠀The past twenty-four months of relentless, optimized training had completely transformed his physique. He now possessed a stunning, hyper-athletic body with sharp, well-defined muscle groups. His dense black hair was styled neatly back, styled with a flawless, tight fade along the sides. Dripping heavily with sweat, Mike smashed out his final set of explosive push-ups while his high-performance fitness coach stood nearby, carefully monitoring his form on a digital tablet.⠀Today marked a major turning point. It was the absolute final day he would spend working with the elite trio of personal assistants who had meticulously sculpted his body over the last two years.⠀Tonight, he and his family were officially migrating to Spain.⠀During his remaining time in England, Mike had built a towering reputation across youth football. His supernatural individual performances had turned Chelsea into an unstoppable juggernaut, consistently capturing prestigious U14 and U16 titles. On multiple occasions, the U16 manager had practically begged the first-team coaching staff to call the young prodigy up for senior training blocks. However, Thomas Tuchel had repeatedly shut down the requests, stubborn in his public claims that the boy was still far too young for the physical demands of senior football.⠀From a purely tactical perspective, Mike understood the manager's caution. Yet, his raw talent was completely undeniable. With the backing of his celestial system, he had reached a level of footballing ability that was borderline terrifying for his age group.⠀/ PLAYER STATS /Name: Mike WagerStatus: The most talented and strongest youth player.Defense: Level 68Midfield: Level 78Offense: Level 79Speed: 7/10Stamina: 7/10Strength: 7/10Vision: 8/10⠀Skills:CroquetaRonaldo ChopRabonaMarseille RouletteFirst-Time CrossTrivela CrossTrivela ShotWhipped ShotPhysical ChallengeStanding Tackle⠀Throughout his first year post-regression, Mike had seamlessly accumulated his standard three Soccer Points every single day by clearing his basic daily missions. However, at the dawn of his second year, the system had issued a sudden restriction notice. It suspended his automated daily objectives, claiming that the host's developmental curve was progressing at an unnaturally rapid pace. From that moment on, the system only distributed points during high-stakes, major tournaments.⠀Despite the heavy drop in daily point income, Mike had managed his resources flawlessly. He successfully bumped his Speed, Stamina, and Strength attributes multiple times, unlocked an elite 8/10 tier in Vision, and expanded his lethal arsenal with high-tier technical skills like Physical Challenge, Rabona, First-Time Cross, and the devastating Whipped Shot.⠀Furthermore, his regular travels for international elite tournaments had allowed him to form a tight, genuine bond with the likes of Lamine Yamal and Pau Cubarsi. He had also maintained regular, quiet contact with Jordi Roura, laying down the corporate foundations for what was about to happen next.⠀Finishing his brutal workout, Mike hit the showers, washed away the grime, and changed into a fresh designer streetwear outfit.⠀His private family driver transported him directly to Anna's luxurious residence, which had recently evolved into the primary social hub for his elite circle of friends.⠀"Hey Anna, Mary, Gim," Mike greeted them with a relaxed smile as he stepped into the lounge. "How are you guys holding up?"⠀"Honestly? I would be doing a lot better if a certain someone was not packing up and abandoning us for the other side of the continent tomorrow," Gim grumbled, tossing a velvet cushion aside with a dramatic sigh.⠀"Oh, stop exaggerating, mate," Mike chuckled, shaking his head. "It is not like I am moving to some frozen wasteland in Alaska. Barcelona is a simple two-and-a-half-hour flight from London. I give you my word, I will be flying back to visit you guys constantly."⠀"Fine, fine, you are officially forgiven," Gim conceded, a smirk breaking through his mock anger. "By the way, how did the rest of the Chelsea academy boys take the news of your sudden departure?"⠀"I kept the official story clean—just told them the family was relocating to Spain for corporate business reasons," Mike explained calmly. "A few of the sharper lads definitely read between the lines, but absolutely no one held a grudge. Honestly, Gim, my own teammates were the ones complaining to the media about the first-team manager blocking my senior debut anyway."⠀Mike returned to his family estate early that evening, needing ample time to pack his belongings for the flight. The following morning, he woke up at the crack of dawn, neatly packing two large Rimowa suitcases with his absolute essentials. He refrained from overpacking, fully aware that Barcelona possessed some of the finest luxury shopping districts in Europe where he could easily replace anything left behind.⠀Following a seamless flight across the continent, the Wager family touched down in the sun-drenched capital of Catalonia. After dropping their heavy luggage off at their luxury hotel suite, they immediately boarded a private vehicle bound for the prestigious Ciutat Esportiva Joan Gamper to initiate formal contract negotiations with the Barcelona hierarchy.⠀Waiting for them inside a high-end, glass-walled executive office was an elite committee fully briefed on Mike's generational data: Joan Soler, the director responsible for youth football; Jose Ramon Alexanko, the legendary director of La Masia; Jordi Cruyff, the head of the technical department; and their long-time contact, Jordi Roura.⠀"Welcome to Catalonia, Mike," Joan Soler spoke warmly, standing up to offer a firm handshake. "I am Joan, and beside me are Jose, who oversees operations at La Masia, Jordi Cruyff leading our technical division, and of course, our scout Jordi Roura, whom you already know quite well."⠀The boardroom meeting was incredibly efficient. Within twenty minutes, both parties aligned their terms perfectly, leaving only the official signatures to seal the deal.⠀Barcelona laid out an extraordinary pre-contract structure designed to mirror the historic pathway given to Lamine Yamal. Until he officially turned sixteen, Mike would receive a massive annual scholarship of 200,000 Euros, with the club fully covering his elite private schooling. The moment he hit his sixteenth birthday, a lucrative three-year professional contract would instantly activate. The terms were staggering: a base salary of 1.7 million Euros per year, an immediate 3 million Euro signing bonus, a 60,000 Euro bonus for his official La Liga debut, an additional 100,000 Euro milestone reward upon reaching ten first-team appearances, and a highly favorable 70/30 image rights distribution split heavily in Mike's favor.⠀But the absolute crown jewel of the contract was a written guarantee: Mike would bypass the lower academy ranks entirely, immediately entering first-team training sessions alongside his close friend, Lamine Yamal.⠀Without a single shred of hesitation, Mike put pen to paper, signing the lucrative pre-contract. A club photographer instantly captured the historic moment as Mike shared a firm, smiling handshake with Alexanko.⠀Over the following days, Mike enjoyed a well-deserved period of rest. He accompanied his parents as they purchased a breathtaking, ultra-modern villa in the elite neighborhood of Pedralbes. In his leisure hours, he frequented the high-end boutiques of Passeig de Gracia, completely revamping his wardrobe with the latest seasonal high-fashion pieces.⠀Now, with his sixteenth birthday officially arriving, Mike felt a surge of absolute adrenaline. He was deeply eager to hit the pitch, initiate first-team training, and cement his place within the squad. Throughout his arrival, he had deliberately avoided sending a single message to either Yamal or Cubarsi; he wanted his sudden appearance at the first-team facility to be an absolute shock to them both.⠀Suddenly, right as he was relaxing in his room, a golden digital notification flashed directly into his consciousness.⠀[ +100 Soccer Points: Hidden Objective 'Transfer to a World-Class Giant (Barcelona/Real Madrid/PSG)' completed! ]⠀Mike blinked in absolute shock, his breath hitching. So hidden system objectives actually exist in this world? Fascinating...⠀Before he could fully process the unexpected windfall, a second, even larger system prompt materialized before his eyes, pulsing with an intense blue light.⠀[ System Notice: First hidden objective cleared by host. Automated core update protocol has been successfully initialized. The Football God System will undergo a massive version update the moment the host's physical age registers exactly sixteen years old. ]⠀Mike was utterly astonished. Throughout his entire past life and his two years post-regression, the system had remained a rigid, silent user interface. A massive, thrilled smile spread across his face as his mind raced with the infinite possibilities of what a fully upgraded system could offer.⠀Could it evolve into a fully sentient AI system? One that can actually communicate and guide me through matches?⠀Shaking off the speculation, Mike decided to focus on the immediate, tangible reward. Combined with the 60 Soccer Points he had carefully hoarded over the past few months, the newly acquired 100 points pushed his balance to 160—the exact amount required to trigger a core physical attribute upgrade.⠀Without a moment's delay, he directed the system to execute the transaction.⠀[ +1 Speed attribute acquired! ]⠀/ PLAYER STATS /Name: Mike WagerStatus: The most talented and strongest youth player.Defense: Level 70Midfield: Level 79Offense: Level 79Speed: 8/10Stamina: 7/10Strength: 7/10Vision: 8/10⠀Skills:CroquetaRonaldo ChopRabonaMarseille RouletteFirst-Time CrossTrivela CrossTrivela ShotWhipped ShotPhysical ChallengeStanding Tackle
