**Valencia, Spain, August 15, 2022**
The Estadio de Mestalla was a cauldron of chaos, its stands packed to the brim with over 50,000 fans roaring under a stormy Valencia sky. Rain lashed the pitch, turning the grass into a slick battlefield, the floodlights casting a silver sheen over the Valencia Regional Youth Tournament's final. Lin Feng stood at the tunnel's edge, his orange-and-white Valencia CF youth kit soaked but defiant, the crest gleaming against his olive skin. His hazel eyes, sharp with the intensity of his Chinese-Spanish heritage, burned with a fire that no storm could extinguish. At 17, he was no longer the forgotten nobody of his past life. His 11 goals in the tournament—five against Deportivo, three against Real Betis, three against Sevilla—had made him a legend in the making, a "half-breed" prodigy whose name echoed across Spain.
The [**Supreme Football System**] pulsed in his mind, a divine secret he guarded with his life. No one—not his teammates, his coach, or even Elena Voss—could know of its existence. Its [**Causality Power**]—[*All shots within the 18-yard box score with 100% accuracy*]—had been his trump card, while his purchased skills—[**Agile Footwork (+20% Dribbling)**], [**Steel Body (+30% Physical Resilience)**], [**Charisma Aura (+50% Persuasion)**], [**Eagle Vision (+20% Passing Accuracy)**], [**Thunder Strike (+30% Shot Power)**], [**Messi's La Croqueta (+30% Dribbling Flair)**], and [**Zidane's Roulette (+30% Ball Control)**]—had transformed him into a force beyond his D-Grade talent. With 2,100 [**System Points**] after crushing Sevilla, Lin Feng was poised to claim the tournament's crown and cement his legacy.
Tonight's opponent was Real Madrid's under-18 squad, a juggernaut coached by the ruthless Álvaro Torres, whose youth teams played with the precision of a senior squad. Their captain, Miguel "El Príncipe" Sánchez, was a 6'1" attacking midfielder with golden hair and icy blue eyes, his elegance on the ball matched only by his arrogance. In Lin Feng's past life, Miguel had been a La Liga superstar who'd once laughed off Lin Feng's trial at Madrid, calling him "a Chinese dreamer with no place in Spain." Tonight, Lin Feng would make El Príncipe bow.
The [**System**] screen flickered in his mind, invisible to all:
[**Mission: Win the Valencia Regional Youth Tournament Final.**]
[**Reward: 500 system points, +2 Prestige Points.**]
[**Hidden Mission: Win the Tournament's Golden Ball and Humiliate Miguel Sánchez.**]
[**Reward: 800 system points, +2 Skill Points, New Causality Power Unlocked.**]
Lin Feng's lips curled into a predatory grin. The Golden Ball—the tournament's MVP award—was within reach, and humiliating Miguel was personal. The promise of a new [**Causality Power**] sent a thrill through his veins, but he'd keep the [**System**]'s power hidden. His dominance would seem like raw talent, a prodigy's brilliance, not a divine cheat.
As the Valencia squad gathered in the tunnel, rain dripping from their kits, Lin Feng felt his teammates' faith. Javier Morales, the blond-haired striker whose star had faded, stood at the wing, his blue eyes sullen but resigned. "Don't choke, Chino," he muttered, his venom weaker now. Lin Feng ignored him, his [**Charisma Aura**] rallying the team. "We're taking this," he said, his voice firm, earning nods from his comrades.
Coach Martinez, his grizzled face etched with determination, gripped Lin Feng's shoulder. "This is your moment, Lin Feng. Madrid's a machine—Sánchez is their soul. Break him, and you break them."
Lin Feng nodded, his voice steel. "They're already broken, Coach. They just don't know it yet." Martinez's eyes widened, sensing the unshakable will beneath Lin Feng's calm. In his past life, Lin Feng had been invisible. Now, he was Valencia's spearhead.
The teams took the field, the rain intensifying, the crowd's roar shaking the Mestalla. Real Madrid's white kits gleamed, their players moving with regal confidence. Miguel Sánchez stood at the center, his golden hair plastered by the rain, his icy eyes locking onto Lin Feng with a smirk. "Ready to crash and burn, half-breed?" he called, his voice carrying over the storm.
Lin Feng's gaze was cold, his [**Charisma Aura**] making his response cut like a blade. "Keep dreaming, Príncipe. Tonight, you kneel." The crowd buzzed, sensing the rivalry, as the referee signaled the start.
The whistle blew, and the match exploded into a frenetic battle. The rain made the pitch treacherous, passes skidding, players slipping. Real Madrid controlled possession, Miguel orchestrating their attack with surgical precision, his passes slicing through Valencia's midfield. Lin Feng moved like a phantom, his [**Steel Body**] absorbing brutal tackles, his [**Eagle Vision**] spotting gaps despite the chaos. In the 9th minute, a Valencia counterattack surged forward. A teammate threaded a pass through the rain, and Lin Feng used [**Zidane's Roulette**], spinning past a Madrid defender with balletic grace. He entered the 18-yard box, the [**Causality Power**] igniting. His shot was a low, searing missile, defying the slick surface to rip past the goalkeeper.
1–0.
The Mestalla erupted, fans braving the rain to chant "Lin Feng! Lin Feng!" Miguel's smirk vanished, his eyes flashing with fury as he rallied his team. Lin Feng jogged back, his expression cool, the [**System**]'s power invisible. To the crowd, it was a moment of genius; to him, it was the [**Causality Power**] at work.
Madrid struck back, Miguel weaving through Valencia's defense like a specter. In the 17th minute, he unleashed a 25-yard screamer, the ball skidding off the wet pitch to beat Valencia's goalkeeper. 1–1. The Madrid fans roared, Miguel taunting the crowd with a finger to his lips. Lin Feng's jaw tightened, the [**Hidden Mission**] burning—humiliate Miguel and win the Golden Ball. He needed a play that would eclipse El Príncipe's brilliance.
In the 28th minute, Lin Feng saw his chance. Valencia won a free kick near the box. The rain was relentless, the wall unsteady. Lin Feng took the kick, using [**Thunder Strike**] to power the ball through the storm, its curve defying logic as it dipped into the top corner, grazing the goalkeeper's fingers.
2–1.
The stands exploded, scouts leaping to their feet. Miguel slammed the ground, his composure cracking. Lin Feng met his gaze, his smirk subtle but devastating. The [**System**] chimed:
[*Ding!*]
[**Hidden Mission Progress: Humiliate Miguel Sánchez (50% Complete).**]
The first half ended with Valencia leading, Madrid's confidence shaken. In the locker room, Martinez was a whirlwind, his voice hoarse. "Lin Feng, you're rewriting history! Keep that fire!" Javier sat silently, his head bowed, his relevance a distant memory. Lin Feng stayed focused, his mind on the second half. The Golden Ball was his to claim, and Miguel's defeat was imminent.
The second half was a war, the rain turning the pitch into a quagmire. Madrid pushed desperately, Miguel driving their attack with a ferocity that tested Valencia's resolve. But Lin Feng was unstoppable, his [**Steel Body**] shrugging off fouls, his [**Messi's La Croqueta**] letting him dance through defenders, his [**Zidane's Roulette**] keeping the ball glued to his feet. In the 65th minute, he intercepted a sloppy pass, sprinting through the mud. Miguel lunged, but Lin Feng spun with [**Zidane's Roulette**], leaving him sprawling. He entered the 18-yard box, the [**Causality Power**] flaring. His shot was a curling masterpiece, kissing the crossbar before nestling in the net.
3–1.
The Mestalla was a volcano, the crowd's chants deafening. Miguel's face was a mask of despair, his golden hair matted with rain and defeat. Lin Feng stood tall, the rain washing over him like a baptism of glory. The [**System**] chimed again:
[*Ding!*]
[**Hidden Mission Complete: Win the Tournament's Golden Ball and Humiliate Miguel Sánchez.**]
[**Reward: 800 system points, +2 Skill Points, New Causality Power Unlocked: Perfect Pass (All passes under 30 yards connect with 100% accuracy for the next season).**]
[**Total System Points: 2,900**]
The match ended 3–2, a late Madrid goal unable to change the outcome. As the final whistle blew, the crowd stormed the pitch, lifting Lin Feng onto their shoulders. The tournament organizers presented him with the Golden Ball, the MVP award gleaming in his hands. Carlos Mendoza, the Real Madrid scout, stood in the stands, his face pale as he scribbled notes, knowing he'd have to honor their bet.
[*Ding!*]
[**Mission Complete: Win the Valencia Regional Youth Tournament Final.**]
[**Reward: 500 system points, +2 Prestige Points.**]
[**Total System Points: 3,400**]
Lin Feng opened the [**System Shop**], the invisible screen glowing. He typed "skills" into the [**Search Bar**], the player-named options shining:
- [**Neymar's Rainbow Flick (+25% Trickery)**]: 700 points.
- [**Iniesta's Tiki-Taka (+25% Short Passing)**]: 800 points.
He chose [**Iniesta's Tiki-Taka**], spending 800 points. A surge of precision flooded his mind, as if he could thread passes through any defense. With 2,600 points left, he was ready for bigger battles.
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After the match, Lin Feng met Elena Voss in the Mestalla's VIP lounge, the rain still drumming outside. Her emerald eyes sparkled as she hugged him, her perfume a mix of jasmine and victory. "You're unstoppable," she said, her voice warm. "The Golden Ball? You're rewriting the game, Lin Feng."
He smiled, his [**Charisma Aura**] amplifying his charm. "Just the start, Elena. I'm building something bigger than football." Her gaze lingered, a promise of alliance in her eyes. "I want to be part of it," she said. "Let's talk soon—big things are coming."
As he left, the [**System**] chimed:
[**Hidden Mission Complete: Win the Tournament Final and Impress Elena Voss Post-Match.**]
[**Reward: 800 system points, +1 Influence Point.**]
[**Total System Points: 3,400**]
At home in El Carmen, his parents, Sofia and Wei, waited with a feast of paella and Chinese spring rolls. Sofia's eyes glistened as she held up a newspaper headline: "Lin Feng: Valencia's Golden Boy." Wei clapped his shoulder, his stern face beaming. "You're our pride, Feng. Never forget where you came from."
Lin Feng's heart swelled, his [**Family Bond Point**] deepening his resolve. In his past life, he'd neglected these moments. Now, they were his anchor. "This is for us," he said, his [**Charisma Aura**] resonating. "I'll take us to the top."
As he lay in bed, the rain a soft lullaby, the [**System**] chimed:
[**Hidden Mission Unlocked: Secure a Senior Team Trial with Valencia CF.**]
[**Reward: 1,000 system points, +2 Prestige Points.**]
Lin Feng's eyes gleamed in the dark. Miguel Sánchez was just another fallen rival. The [**System**] was his secret, his empire his destiny. The senior team awaited, and with it, the world.
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