**Seville, Spain, September 17, 2025**
The Estadio Ramón Sánchez-Pizjuán was a cauldron of hostility, its 43,000 seats filled with Sevilla FC fans whose jeers rained down like a storm. The floodlights cast a harsh glow over the pitch, amplifying the intensity of this La Liga clash, a grudge match fueled by regional pride. Lin Feng stood in the Valencia CF huddle, his senior team kit pristine despite the sweat of warm-ups, the orange and black stripes vivid against his olive skin. His hazel eyes, sharp with the intensity of his Chinese-Spanish heritage, scanned the Sevilla players with a predator's focus. At 18, he was no longer the nobody of his past life. His Man of the Match performance in his La Liga debut against Villarreal, with two goals and an assist, had made him a national sensation, a "half-breed" prodigy whose name was both celebrated and envied.
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 permanent [**Causality Powers**]—[*All shots within the 18-yard box score with 100% accuracy*] and [*Perfect Pass (All passes under 30 yards connect with 100% accuracy)*]—were 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)**], [**Iniesta's Tiki-Taka (+25% Short Passing)**], [**Xavi's Maestro Vision (+25% Long Passing)**], and [**Pirlo's Deep Playmaker (+30% Playmaking)**]—had transformed his D-Grade talent into a phenomenon. With 7,000 [**System Points**] after his debut triumph, Lin Feng was ready to conquer Sevilla's fortress and advance his three-match scoring mission.
Tonight's rival was Sevilla's star striker, Juan "El León" Ramírez, a 28-year-old powerhouse known for his lethal finishing and fiery temper. Juan's muscular frame, cropped black hair, and piercing green eyes made him a fan idol, but his disdain for rookies was infamous—he'd once called debutants "cannon fodder" in an interview. In Lin Feng's past life, Juan had been a distant La Liga star, untouchable. Tonight, Lin Feng would make El León roar in defeat.
The [**System**] screen flickered in his mind, invisible to all:
[**Mission: Score in Three Consecutive La Liga Matches.**]
[**Reward: 2,000 system points, +2 Prestige Points.**]
[**Hidden Mission: Outshine Juan Ramírez and Silence the Sevilla Crowd.**]
[**Reward: 2,000 system points, +2 Skill Points.**]
Lin Feng's lips curled into a fierce grin. Outshine Juan and silence the hostile crowd? He'd do more—he'd make Seville's fortress his stage, 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 Valencia squad huddled, Lin Feng felt his teammates' trust. Carlos Soler, the seasoned midfielder, clapped his shoulder. "This crowd's brutal, Feng. Show them you're untouchable." Lin Feng's [**Charisma Aura**] rallied the team. "We'll make them choke on their jeers," he said, earning determined nods.
Coach Diego López, his salt-and-pepper hair slick with tension, fixed Lin Feng with a stern gaze. "You're starting as attacking midfielder again. Sevilla's relentless—Ramírez will try to bury you. Prove you're no fluke."
Lin Feng met his gaze, his voice steel. "He'll bury himself, Coach." López's eyes flickered with intrigue, sensing the fire beneath Lin Feng's calm. In his past life, Lin Feng had been a nobody to coaches. Now, he was Valencia's rising star.
The teams took the field, the Sevilla fans' boos deafening, their banners mocking Valencia with venom. Sevilla's red and white kits gleamed, their players moving with predatory confidence. Juan Ramírez stood up top, his green eyes locking onto Lin Feng with a sneer. "Ready to crumble, rookie?" he shouted over the crowd. "This ain't your little debut party."
Lin Feng's hazel eyes glinted, his [**Charisma Aura**] sharpening his retort. "Keep roaring, León. I'll have you caged by the end." The Sevilla fans jeered louder, but Lin Feng stood unfazed, the crowd's hostility fueling his fire.
The whistle blew, and the match exploded into a ferocious battle. Sevilla's high press was suffocating, their tackles crunching, their fans amplifying every challenge. Lin Feng moved like a shadow, his [**Steel Body**] absorbing Juan's early shove, his [**Eagle Vision**] spotting gaps in Sevilla's aggressive lines. In the 10th minute, Valencia won a corner. Soler's delivery soared, and Lin Feng leaped, using [**Zidane's Roulette**] to spin past a defender in the box. He activated the [**Causality Power**]—[*All shots within the 18-yard box score with 100% accuracy*]. His header, powered by [**Thunder Strike**], was a bullet that crashed past the goalkeeper's dive, silencing the Sevilla crowd for a fleeting moment.
1–0.
The Valencia fans in the away section roared, but the Sevilla supporters responded with venom, their boos shaking the stadium. Juan's eyes flashed with fury, barking at his teammates. Lin Feng jogged back, his expression cool, the [**System**]'s power invisible. To the crowd, it was a debutant's brilliance; to him, it was the [**Causality Power**] at work.
Sevilla struck back, Juan leading their charge with relentless hunger. In the 18th minute, he bullied past a Valencia defender, his shot curling past the goalkeeper to level the score. 1–1. The stadium erupted, Juan roaring at the crowd, his fists pounding his chest. Lin Feng's jaw tightened, the [**Hidden Mission**] burning—outshine Juan and silence the crowd. A goal wasn't enough; he needed to dominate.
In the 25th minute, Lin Feng seized control. Valencia regained possession, and Lin Feng dropped deep, using [**Pirlo's Deep Playmaker**] to dictate the tempo, his vision reading Sevilla's press like a book. He activated [**Perfect Pass**], threading a 20-yard ball through four defenders, setting up Soler for a shot that forced a diving save. The Sevilla fans' jeers faltered, sensing danger. Lin Feng pressed forward, receiving a return pass. Juan lunged, but Lin Feng used [**Messi's La Croqueta**], leaving him sprawling. He launched a 40-yard pass with [**Xavi's Maestro Vision**], splitting Sevilla's defense for a winger to score.
2–1.
The Valencia fans went wild, the Sevilla crowd stunned into silence for a moment before resuming their boos. Juan slammed the ground, his temper flaring. Lin Feng met his gaze, his smirk subtle but devastating. The [**System**] chimed:
[*Ding!*]
[**Hidden Mission Progress: Outshine Juan Ramírez (50% Complete).**]
The first half ended with Valencia leading, Sevilla's confidence shaken. In the locker room, López was animated, his voice hoarse. "Lin Feng, you're carving them up! Keep that fire!" Soler grinned, clapping his shoulder. "You're making history, kid." Lin Feng stayed focused, his mind on the second half. Juan was faltering, but the match and mission weren't won.
The second half was a siege. Sevilla pushed desperately, Juan driving their attack with a ferocity that tested Valencia's resolve. But Lin Feng was a maestro, his [**Steel Body**] shrugging off Juan's brutal tackles, his [**Pirlo's Deep Playmaker**] and [**Perfect Pass**] orchestrating play with surgical precision. In the 68th minute, he intercepted a clearance, sprinting through the midfield. Juan fouled him, earning a yellow card, but Lin Feng rose, unfazed. Valencia won a free kick 28 yards out. Lin Feng took it, using [**Thunder Strike**], the ball soaring over the wall with a wicked dip, grazing the crossbar before nestling in the net.
3–1.
The Sevilla crowd fell silent, their hostility broken by Lin Feng's brilliance. Juan's face was a mask of despair, his pride shattered. Lin Feng stood tall, his gaze locking onto Coach López, who nodded, awestruck. The [**System**] chimed again:
[*Ding!*]
[**Hidden Mission Complete: Outshine Juan Ramírez and Silence the Sevilla Crowd.**]
[**Reward: 2,000 system points, +2 Skill Points.**]
[**Total System Points: 9,000**]
The match ended 3–2, a late Sevilla goal unable to change the outcome. As the whistle blew, the Valencia fans chanted "Lin Feng! Lin Feng!" while the Sevilla supporters slunk away, their fortress humbled. Lin Feng was named Man of the Match, his free kick replayed on the stadium screens. "This is for Valencia," he said into a microphone, his [**Charisma Aura**] resonating. "We're just getting started." Juan left the pitch without a word, another victim of Lin Feng's rise.
[*Ding!*]
[**Mission Progress: Score in Three Consecutive La Liga Matches (2/3 Complete).**]
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.
- [**Beckenbauer's Iron Wall (+25% Defensive Positioning)**]: 1,200 points.
He chose [**Beckenbauer's Iron Wall**], spending 1,200 points. A surge of instinct flooded his mind, as if he could read every opponent's move defensively. With 7,800 points left, he was ready for the next challenge.
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After the match, Lin Feng met Elena Voss in a Seville hotel lounge, her emerald eyes sparkling as she embraced him. "Back-to-back Man of the Match awards?" she said, her voice warm. "You're a phenomenon, Lin Feng."
He smiled, his [**Charisma Aura**] amplifying his charm. "Just building the foundation, Elena. I'm aiming for the stars, and I want you to see it." Her gaze lingered, a spark of alliance in her eyes. "I'm all in," she said. "Let's talk soon—doors are opening for you."
At home in El Carmen, his parents, Sofia and Wei, waited with a feast of albóndigas and Chinese stir-fried noodles. Sofia's eyes glistened as she showed him a viral clip of his free kick. "You're unstoppable, mijo," she said. Wei clapped his shoulder, his stern face beaming. "You're our pride, Feng. Keep honoring our roots."
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 build an empire."
As he lay in bed, the [**System**] chimed:
[**Hidden Mission Unlocked: Complete the Three-Match Scoring Streak and Attract International Scout Attention.**]
[**Reward: 2,500 system points, +2 Influence Points.**]
Lin Feng's eyes gleamed in the dark. Juan Ramírez was just another fallen rival. The [**System**] was his secret, his empire his destiny. One more match to complete the streak, and the world would bow.
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