**Valencia, Spain, Summer 2022**
The rain was relentless, a cold, merciless torrent that soaked Lin Feng to the bone as he stood on the edge of a Valencia bridge in 2025. At 25, his life was a wreckage of shattered dreams. He'd been a football fanatic, born to a Chinese father and a Spanish mother, his heart set on conquering La Liga. But betrayal had carved him hollow: friends who ridiculed his mixed heritage, a girlfriend who siphoned his savings with a cruel smile, coaches who dismissed him as talentless. The Turia River roared below, its dark waters whispering an escape from his pain. With a final, broken sigh, Lin Feng closed his eyes and stepped forward, surrendering to the abyss.
Then, a jolt—like lightning coursing through his soul.
Lin Feng's eyes snapped open, his body lurching upright in a narrow bed. His chest heaved, each breath a desperate gasp, as if he'd been pulled from the depths of death itself. The air was warm, tinged with the faint scent of citrus and sea salt, unmistakably Valencia. His hands, trembling, reached for his face, finding smooth skin where stubble and exhaustion had once marked him. He stumbled to his feet, his legs unsteady, and staggered to a small, cracked mirror leaning against a peeling wall. The reflection stunned him: a 17-year-old boy stared back, his features a striking blend of his Chinese father's sharp cheekbones and jet-black hair, and his Spanish mother's piercing hazel eyes and olive complexion.
Lin Feng, dual citizen of Spain and China, was alive again. The year was 2022, three years before his tragic end. The realization hit him like a thunderbolt, his heart pounding with a mix of disbelief and exhilaration. He was back in his childhood bedroom, surrounded by relics of his past: a worn football on the floor, a Valencia CF scarf draped over a chair, posters of football legends—Messi, Ronaldo, Iniesta—watching over him like silent guardians. The calendar on the wall, its edges curled from the humid coastal air, confirmed the date: July 15, 2022.
"Reborn…" The word escaped his lips, a whisper charged with possibility. In his past life, he'd been a nobody, a "half-breed" mocked by teammates, ignored by scouts, and betrayed by those he trusted. His dreams of football glory had been crushed under the weight of scorn and failure. But now, fate had given him a second chance—a blank canvas to paint with vengeance and ambition. His fists clenched, nails biting into his palms as a fire ignited in his chest. "This time, I won't bow. I'll rise above them all. I'll make the world tremble at my name."
[*Ding!*]
A sharp, mechanical voice echoed in his mind, startling him. Before his eyes, a translucent blue screen flickered into existence, its glow casting an ethereal light across the dim room. The interface was sleek, almost otherworldly, with text that pulsed with power. No one else could see it—he knew instinctively that this was his alone, a secret weapon hidden from the world.
[**Supreme Football System Activated!**]
[**Host: Lin Feng**]
[**Age: 17**]
[**Nationality: Spain/China**]
[**Football Talent: D-Grade (Mediocre)**]
[**System Points: 0**]
[**Causality Power (Season 1): All shots within the 18-yard box score with 100% accuracy.**]
[**System Shop: Unlocked. Use the search bar to browse skills, buffs, and equipment.**]
[**Mission: Score a goal in your next youth match. Reward: 100 system points.**]
Lin Feng's breath caught, his eyes widening as he read the words. A system? Like the cheat codes in the Chinese web novels he'd devoured in his past life, where protagonists wielded godlike powers to crush their enemies and build empires? His lips curled into a fierce grin, his blood surging with a hunger he'd never felt before. The [**Supreme Football System**] was no mere tool—it was a divine gift, a key to rewriting his destiny and carving his name into the annals of football history.
He focused on the [**Causality Power**]: [*All shots within the 18-yard box score with 100% accuracy.*] His mind raced, envisioning the possibilities. The 18-yard box was the crucible of football, where strikers battled defenders and goalkeepers to claim glory. With this power, every shot he took within that zone would defy physics, slipping past any defense, outwitting any keeper. It was a cheat so absurdly powerful that it could turn a nobody like him into a legend overnight. He imagined the stunned silence of his teammates, the ones who'd sneered at him in his past life, calling him "useless" and "unworthy of the pitch." They'd learn soon enough.
But the system was his secret, a truth he'd guard with his life. No one—not his teammates, not his coaches, not even his future allies—could know of its existence. To the world, his rise would seem like the work of raw talent and relentless drive. Only he would know the truth: that a hidden power propelled him toward greatness.
He turned his attention to the [**System Shop**]. With a thought, the screen expanded, revealing a sleek interface with a glowing search bar at the top, inviting him to explore its treasures. He mentally typed "skills," and a cascade of options appeared, each one a promise of power:
- [**Messi's Dribble Mastery**]: Dance through defenders like a ghost. Cost: 5,000 system points.
- [**Ronaldo's Free Kick Precision**]: Bend the ball with surgical accuracy. Cost: 4,000 system points.
- [**Pele's Vision**]: Read the pitch like a grandmaster's chessboard. Cost: 6,000 system points.
- [**Phantom Boots (+50% Sprint Speed)**]: Outrun the wind itself. Cost: 3,000 points.
- [**Injury-Resistant Aura (+30% Resistance)**]: Shrug off tackles and strains. Cost: 1,500 points.
- [**Stamina Surge (+20% Endurance)**]: Play at peak performance for the full match. Cost: 800 points.
Lin Feng's heart raced, but his excitement was tempered by his empty point balance. "Zero points," he muttered, his jaw tightening. "But not for long." The [**Mission**] was clear: score a goal in his next youth match. With the [**Causality Power**], it was practically guaranteed, but Lin Feng wasn't content with just one goal. He wanted to dominate, to leave the pitch littered with the shattered egos of his rivals.
He closed the shop, his mind already strategizing. The youth match was tomorrow, a clash between Valencia's academy and Deportivo's under-18 squad. In his past life, he'd been a benchwarmer, forced to watch as Javier Morales, the team's golden boy, hogged the spotlight. Javier, with his slick blond hair and insufferable smirk, had led the charge in mocking Lin Feng, calling him a "Chinese pretender" who'd never belong in Spanish football. The memory burned like acid, fueling Lin Feng's resolve. Tomorrow, he'd make Javier choke on his arrogance. He'd show them all the birth of a king.
Lin Feng stepped outside, the Valencia evening wrapping him in its warm embrace. The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold, a canvas for his rebirth. He wandered to a nearby park, a place where he'd spent countless hours as a kid, kicking a battered ball against a concrete wall until his legs gave out. The park was quiet now, the only sounds the rustle of palm trees and the distant hum of scooters weaving through the city streets.
He found an old football in the grass, its leather scuffed but sturdy. Holding it, he felt a connection to the dreams he'd buried in his past life. He placed the ball at his feet, imagining himself on the pitch, surrounded by defenders, the goal looming ahead. The [**System**]'s presence hummed in his mind, a subtle energy that sharpened his senses. He didn't activate the [**Causality Power**]—it required a real match—but he could feel the system's influence, guiding his movements, refining his touch.
He juggled the ball, each flick of his foot more precise than he remembered. In his past life, he'd been mediocre, his talent stifled by self-doubt and external scorn. But now, the [**System**] was awakening something within him, a spark of potential that had always been there, waiting to be unleashed. He struck the ball against the wall, the impact sending a satisfying thud through the night. Again and again, he practiced, his body moving with a fluidity he'd never known. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but he didn't stop. Every kick was a step toward his destiny, every motion a defiance of his past failures.
As the stars emerged, Lin Feng paused, his chest heaving, the ball resting at his feet. He looked up at the sky, the constellations a map of his future. "This life, I'll be unstoppable," he vowed, his voice low but fierce. "I'll climb to the peak of football, build an empire that spans the globe, and make every enemy kneel. The Golden Boot, the Champions League, the world's wealth—it's all mine."
He returned to his room, the weight of his ambition settling over him like armor. He opened his wardrobe, pulling out his Valencia academy kit. The white and orange fabric was faded, the crest slightly frayed, but it felt like a mantle of destiny. He ran his fingers over the material, imagining the roar of stadiums, the flash of cameras, the awe of millions. Tomorrow's match was just the beginning, a small stage for the first act of his legend.
Lin Feng sat on his bed, the [**System**] screen flickering to life unbidden, as if sensing his resolve. He studied the [**Mission**] again: [*Score a goal in your next youth match. Reward: 100 system points.*] Simple, but it was the spark to ignite his rise. He knew the [**System**] would reward greater feats with even greater power. Winning the Golden Boot, lifting the Champions League trophy—each milestone would unlock new [**Causality Powers**], pushing him closer to godhood on the pitch. But he'd keep it all hidden, a secret buried in his soul. The world would see a prodigy, not a man wielding a divine cheat.
His thoughts drifted to Javier Morales and the other teammates who'd tormented him. In his past life, their taunts had broken him, but now they were fuel. He imagined Javier's smug face crumpling as Lin Feng scored goal after goal, each one a slap to his pride. The coach, Martinez, would be next—a grizzled man who'd dismissed Lin Feng as "too weak" for the game. Tomorrow, they'd witness a transformation they couldn't comprehend.
Lin Feng lay back, staring at the ceiling, his mind a storm of plans and dreams. The [**System**] was his trump card, but he wouldn't rely on it alone. He'd train harder than anyone, hone his body and mind to match the power he'd been given. In his past life, he'd been lazy, too quick to surrender to despair. Not this time. He'd push himself to the brink, seize every opportunity, and build a legacy that would echo through history.
As he closed his eyes, the [**System**] flickered one last time, a new message appearing:
[**Hidden Mission Unlocked: Dominate the Youth Match with a Hat-Trick.**]
[**Reward: 300 system points, +1 Prestige Point.**]
Lin Feng's lips curved into a predatory smile. A hat-trick? He'd do more than that. He'd turn the pitch into his stage, Javier into his stepping stone, and the match into the first chapter of his epic. The world would never know the [**System**]'s secret, but they'd feel its impact. They'd see a king rise from the ashes of a nobody.
The Valencia night was silent, the city dreaming under a canopy of stars. But for Lin Feng, sleep was a battlefield. His dreams were filled with visions of glory: stadiums chanting his name, trophies gleaming in his hands, wealth and power bending to his will. Tomorrow, the reborn Lin Feng would step onto the pitch, and the world would never be the same.