**Valencia, Spain, August 30, 2025**
The Valencia CF training ground was a proving ground under the scorching August sun, its pristine pitches a stark contrast to the youth fields where Lin Feng had forged his legend. Today, the Estadio Antonio Puchades was no mere practice venue—it was a gateway to the senior team, a chance to leap from the Valencia Regional Youth Tournament's Golden Ball winner to a La Liga contender. Lin Feng stood at the center of the pitch, his Valencia CF training kit crisp, the orange and black stripes vivid against his olive skin. His hazel eyes, sharp with the intensity of his Chinese-Spanish heritage, scanned the senior players with a predator's focus. At 18, he was no longer the nobody of his past life. His 11 goals in the youth tournament had made him a national sensation, a "half-breed" prodigy whose trial with the senior team was the talk of Spain.
The [**Supreme Football System**] thrummed 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 Powers**]—[*All shots within the 18-yard box score with 100% accuracy*] and the newly unlocked [*Perfect Pass (All passes under 30 yards connect with 100% accuracy)*]—were permanent, godlike abilities that made him unstoppable. 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)**], [**Zidane's Roulette (+30% Ball Control)**], and [**Iniesta's Tiki-Taka (+25% Short Passing)**]—had elevated him beyond his D-Grade talent. With 3,400 [**System Points**] after winning the tournament final and impressing Elena, Lin Feng was ready to conquer the senior stage.
Today's trial was a scrimmage against Valencia CF's senior reserves, a squad of hardened professionals led by Raúl "El Matador" Vargas, a 25-year-old winger with a reputation for dismantling young prospects. Raúl's lean frame, shaved head, and cold brown eyes marked him as a predator, his La Liga experience making him a gatekeeper for rookies. In Lin Feng's past life, Raúl had been a mid-tier player who'd mocked his trial, calling him "a kid with no grit." Today, Lin Feng would make El Matador bleed.
The [**System**] screen flickered in his mind, invisible to all:
[**Mission: Secure a Senior Team Trial with Valencia CF.**]
[**Reward: 1,000 system points, +2 Prestige Points.**]
[**Hidden Mission: Outshine Raúl Vargas and Earn a Senior Team Contract Offer.**]
[**Reward: 1,200 system points, +2 Skill Points.**]
Lin Feng's lips curled into a fierce grin. Outshine Raúl? He'd do more—he'd make the senior team beg for his signature, all while keeping the [**System**]'s power hidden. His dominance would seem like raw talent, a prodigy's brilliance, not a divine cheat.
As the youth prospects gathered on the sidelines, Lin Feng felt the weight of their awe. Javier Morales, the blond-haired striker whose star had faded, wasn't here—his youth contract was on thin ice. Instead, Mateo, a quick-smiling midfielder from the youth team, clapped Lin Feng's shoulder. "Show these old dogs what you've got, Feng," he said, his voice warm. Lin Feng nodded, his [**Charisma Aura**] rallying the prospects. "This is our stage," he said, earning determined nods.
Valencia's senior coach, Diego López, a stern man with salt-and-pepper hair, watched from the sidelines, his clipboard ready. "Lin Feng," he called, his voice gruff. "You're starting as striker. These are men, not boys. Prove you belong, or you're back to the kids' league."
Lin Feng met his gaze, his voice steel. "I'm not here to belong, Coach. I'm here to lead." López's eyes narrowed, surprised by the audacity, but he nodded, intrigued. In his past life, Lin Feng had been invisible to coaches like López. Now, he was a force they couldn't ignore.
The scrimmage began, the senior reserves moving with a professionalism that dwarfed the youth teams Lin Feng had faced. Raúl Vargas patrolled the right wing, his movements sharp, his eyes locked on Lin Feng like a hunter. "Ready to cry, kid?" Raúl taunted, his voice carrying over the pitch. "This isn't your little tournament."
Lin Feng's hazel eyes glinted, his [**Charisma Aura**] sharpening his retort. "Keep talking, Matador. I'll have you chasing shadows." The reserves snickered, Raúl's face twitching with irritation.
The ball was in play, and the reserves pressed hard, their passes crisp, their tackles brutal. Lin Feng moved like a storm, his [**Steel Body**] absorbing rough challenges, his [**Eagle Vision**] spotting gaps in their defense. In the 6th minute, a youth midfielder passed to him near the box. Lin Feng used [**Zidane's Roulette**], spinning past a reserve defender with balletic grace. He entered the 18-yard box, the [**Causality Power**] igniting—[*All shots within the 18-yard box score with 100% accuracy*]. His shot was a low, searing drive, ripping past the goalkeeper's dive.
1–0.
The youth prospects cheered, the reserves stunned. Raúl's eyes narrowed, his pride stung. Lin Feng jogged back, his expression cool, the [**System**]'s power invisible. To the onlookers, it was a moment of genius; to him, it was the [**Causality Power**] at work.
The reserves fought back, Raúl weaving through the youth defense with veteran skill. In the 12th minute, he crossed for a towering striker, whose header leveled the score. 1–1. Raúl smirked, taunting Lin Feng with a mock bow. Lin Feng's jaw tightened, the [**Hidden Mission**] burning—outshine Raúl and earn a contract. He needed a play that would eclipse El Matador's flair.
In the 20th minute, Lin Feng saw his chance. A youth defender cleared the ball, and Lin Feng controlled it with [**Zidane's Roulette**], drawing two reserves. He used [**Iniesta's Tiki-Taka**], his short passes flowing like water, linking with Mateo for a one-two. The [**Perfect Pass**]—[*All passes under 30 yards connect with 100% accuracy*]—ensured the ball returned to him flawlessly. Raúl lunged, but Lin Feng shifted with [**Messi's La Croqueta**], leaving him sprawling. He didn't shoot, instead threading a pinpoint pass through three defenders, setting up Mateo for a tap-in.
2–1.
The sideline erupted, Coach López scribbling furiously. Raúl slammed the ground, his composure cracking. Lin Feng met his gaze, his smirk subtle but devastating. The [**System**] chimed:
[*Ding!*]
[**Hidden Mission Progress: Outshine Raúl Vargas (50% Complete).**]
The first half ended with the youth team leading, the reserves rattled. In the break, López pulled Lin Feng aside, his eyes gleaming. "You're something else, kid. Keep this up, and we're talking contracts." Lin Feng nodded, his focus razor-sharp. Raúl was faltering, but the trial wasn't over.
The second half was a crucible. The reserves pressed desperately, Raúl driving their attack with a ferocity that tested the youth team's resolve. But Lin Feng was a maestro, his [**Steel Body**] shrugging off fouls, his [**Iniesta's Tiki-Taka**] and [**Perfect Pass**] orchestrating play with surgical precision. In the 35th minute, he intercepted a clearance, sprinting through the defense. Raúl clipped his heel, but [**Steel Body**] kept him upright. Lin Feng entered the 18-yard box, the [**Causality Power**] flaring. His shot, powered by [**Thunder Strike**], was a thunderous curler that kissed the post before nestling in the net.
3–1.
The youth prospects roared, the reserves deflated. Raúl's face was a mask of fury, his pride in tatters. Lin Feng stood tall, his gaze locking onto Coach López, who nodded, impressed. The [**System**] chimed again:
[*Ding!*]
[**Hidden Mission Complete: Outshine Raúl Vargas and Earn a Senior Team Contract Offer.**]
[**Reward: 1,200 system points, +2 Skill Points.**]
[**Total System Points: 4,600**]
The scrimmage ended 3–2, a late reserve goal unable to change the outcome. As the whistle blew, López approached, extending a hand. "You're in, Lin Feng. We'll draft a contract by next week." The youth team mobbed him, their cheers echoing across the training ground. Raúl slunk away, his reputation bruised, another victim of Lin Feng's rise.
[*Ding!*]
[**Mission Complete: Secure a Senior Team Trial with Valencia CF.**]
[**Reward: 1,000 system points, +2 Prestige Points.**]
[**Total System Points: 5,600**]
Lin Feng opened the [**System Shop**], the invisible screen glowing. He typed "skills" into the [**Search Bar**], the player-named options gleaming:
- [**Neymar's Rainbow Flick (+25% Trickery)**]: 700 points.
- [**Xavi's Maestro Vision (+25% Long Passing)**]: 900 points.
He chose [**Xavi's Maestro Vision**], spending 900 points. A surge of clarity flooded his mind, as if he could see every angle of the pitch for long-range plays. With 4,700 points left, he was ready for La Liga.
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After the trial, Lin Feng returned home to El Carmen, the scent of his mother's gazpacho and his father's steamed buns filling the apartment. Sofia hugged him tightly, her hazel eyes glistening. "A senior contract, mijo? You're making history!" Wei set a plate before him, his stern face beaming. "You're our pride, Feng. Keep your feet on the ground."
Lin Feng's heart swelled, his [**Family Bond Point**] deepening his resolve. In his past life, he'd neglected these moments, too consumed by failure. Now, they were his foundation. "This is for us," he said, his [**Charisma Aura**] resonating. "I'll take us to the stars."
His phone buzzed—a text from Elena Voss: "Senior team? You're a force, Lin Feng. Meet me tomorrow—big news." His pulse quickened, but he stayed calm, replying, "Can't wait." Elena's support was a bridge to the elite, a step toward his empire.
As he lay in bed, the [**System**] chimed:
[**Hidden Mission Unlocked: Debut for Valencia CF's Senior Team and Impress Elena Voss.**]
[**Reward: 1,500 system points, +2 Influence Points.**]
Lin Feng's eyes gleamed in the dark. Raúl Vargas was just another fallen rival. The [**System**] was his secret, his empire his destiny. La Liga awaited, and with it, the world.
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