**Valencia, Spain, September 24, 2025**
The Estadio de Mestalla pulsed with electric energy. Over 55,000 Valencia CF fans filled the stands, their orange and white scarves a vibrant sea under the floodlights. Tonight's La Liga clash against Athletic Bilbao was no ordinary match. International scouts from Manchester United, Bayern Munich, and Juventus sat in the VIP box, their eyes on one player: Lin Feng.
Lin Feng stood in the tunnel, his Valencia senior kit gleaming. His hazel eyes, sharp with his Chinese-Spanish heritage, burned with focus. At 18, he was a sensation, his back-to-back Man of the Match awards fueling his legend. Tonight, he aimed to complete his three-match scoring streak.
The [**Supreme Football System**] thrummed in his mind, a secret no one could know. 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)*]—made him unstoppable. His skills—[**Agile Footwork**], [**Steel Body**], [**Charisma Aura**], [**Eagle Vision**], [**Thunder Strike**], [**Messi's La Croqueta**], [**Zidane's Roulette**], [**Iniesta's Tiki-Taka**], [**Xavi's Maestro Vision**], and [**Pirlo's Deep Playmaker**]—had transformed his D-Grade talent. His newest skill, [**Beckenbauer's Iron Wall (+25% Defensive Positioning)**], gave him defensive instincts. With 7,800 [**System Points**], he was ready to shine.
His rival tonight was Athletic Bilbao's veteran defender, Ander "El Muro" Herrera, a 32-year-old Basque legend known for shutting down strikers. Ander's towering frame and steely gray eyes intimidated rookies, and he'd once called young players "overhyped brats" in a press conference. In Lin Feng's past life, Ander was untouchable. Tonight, Lin Feng would shatter El Muro.
The [**System**] flickered in his mind:
[**Mission: Complete the Three-Match Scoring Streak and Attract International Scout Attention.**]
[**Reward: 2,500 system points, +2 Influence Points.**]
[**Hidden Mission: Outshine Ander Herrera and Earn a European Club's Interest.**]
[**Reward: 2,200 system points, +2 Skill Points.**]
Lin Feng grinned fiercely. Outshine Ander and draw Europe's eyes? He'd make the Mestalla his kingdom, keeping the [**System**] hidden. His brilliance would seem like raw talent, not a divine cheat.
The Valencia squad huddled, their eyes on Lin Feng. Carlos Soler, the midfielder, nodded. "This is your night, Feng." Lin Feng's [**Charisma Aura**] rallied them. "We'll burn Bilbao down," he said, earning fierce nods.
Coach Diego López, stern and focused, fixed Lin Feng with a gaze. "You're starting as attacking midfielder. Bilbao's solid—Herrera's a wall. Break him."
Lin Feng's voice was steel. "He's already cracked, Coach." López nodded, sensing the fire within. In his past life, Lin Feng was invisible. Now, he was Valencia's spearhead.
The teams emerged, the Mestalla's roar deafening. Bilbao's red and white stripes gleamed, their players exuding grit. Ander Herrera towered in defense, his gray eyes locking onto Lin Feng with a smirk. "Ready to hit the wall, kid?" he taunted.
Lin Feng's eyes glinted, his [**Charisma Aura**] sharp. "I'll tear it down, Muro." The crowd buzzed, sensing the clash, as the referee signaled the start.
The whistle blew, and the match erupted. Bilbao's defense, led by Ander, was a fortress, their tackles fierce. Lin Feng moved like a phantom, his [**Steel Body**] absorbing challenges, his [**Eagle Vision**] spotting gaps.
In the 7th minute, Valencia won a throw-in. Lin Feng received the ball, using [**Zidane's Roulette**] to spin past a midfielder. Ander charged, but Lin Feng activated [**Perfect Pass**], threading a 15-yard ball to Soler, who shot wide. The crowd roared, Ander's smirk faltering.
Bilbao countered, their striker testing Valencia's goalkeeper with a fierce shot. Lin Feng dropped back, using [**Beckenbauer's Iron Wall**] to intercept a pass, his defensive instincts razor-sharp. The scouts scribbled, impressed.
In the 19th minute, Lin Feng struck. Valencia surged forward, and Lin Feng used [**Pirlo's Deep Playmaker**] to dictate the tempo. He activated [**Perfect Pass**], sending a 25-yard ball through Bilbao's lines, setting up a winger. The cross came back, and Lin Feng entered the 18-yard box, the [**Causality Power**] igniting—[*All shots within the 18-yard box score with 100% accuracy*]. His volley, powered by [**Thunder Strike**], was a rocket that crashed past the goalkeeper.
1–0.
The Mestalla exploded, fans chanting "Lin Feng! Lin Feng!" Ander's face darkened, his pride stung. Lin Feng jogged back, his expression cool, the [**System**]'s power hidden. To the crowd, it was genius; to him, it was the [**Causality Power**].
Bilbao fought back, Ander marshalling their defense with iron will. In the 27th minute, a Bilbao winger broke through, his shot equalizing. 1–1. Ander roared at the crowd, taunting Valencia. Lin Feng's jaw tightened, the [**Hidden Mission**] burning—outshine Ander and draw Europe's interest.
In the 35th minute, Lin Feng seized control. Valencia regained possession, and Lin Feng used [**Iniesta's Tiki-Taka**] to link short passes, his [**Perfect Pass**] flawless. Ander lunged, but Lin Feng dodged with [**Messi's La Croqueta**], sprinting forward. He launched a 45-yard pass with [**Xavi's Maestro Vision**], splitting Bilbao's defense for a striker to score.
2–1.
The stands erupted, scouts leaning forward. Ander slammed the ground, his composure cracking. Lin Feng's smirk was subtle but cutting. The [**System**] chimed:
[*Ding!*]
[**Hidden Mission Progress: Outshine Ander Herrera (50% Complete).**]
The first half ended with Valencia leading, Bilbao rattled. In the locker room, López was electric. "Lin Feng, you're a storm! Keep it up!" Soler grinned. "You're unstoppable, kid." Lin Feng stayed focused, his mind on the second half.
The second half was brutal. Bilbao pushed desperately, Ander's defense tightening, their counters sharp. But Lin Feng was a maestro, his [**Steel Body**] shrugging off fouls, his [**Pirlo's Deep Playmaker**] dictating play. In the 65th minute, he intercepted a pass with [**Beckenbauer's Iron Wall**], sprinting forward. Ander fouled him, earning a yellow card, but Lin Feng rose, unfazed.
Valencia won a free kick 32 yards out. Lin Feng took it, using [**Thunder Strike**], the ball soaring with a wicked curve, grazing the post before nestling in the net.
3–1.
The Mestalla was a volcano, the crowd's chants deafening. Ander's face was despair, his pride shattered. Lin Feng stood tall, his gaze locking onto the scouts, who scribbled furiously. The [**System**] chimed:
[*Ding!*]
[**Hidden Mission Complete: Outshine Ander Herrera and Earn a European Club's Interest.**]
[**Reward: 2,200 system points, +2 Skill Points.**]
[**Total System Points: 10,000**]
The match ended 3–2, a late Bilbao goal irrelevant. The Mestalla chanted "Lin Feng! Lin Feng!" as he was named Man of the Match. "This is for Valencia," he said into a microphone, his [**Charisma Aura**] resonating. Ander left the pitch, humbled, another victim of Lin Feng's rise.
[*Ding!*]
[**Mission Complete: Complete the Three-Match Scoring Streak and Attract International Scout Attention.**]
[**Reward: 2,500 system points, +2 Influence Points.**]
[**Total System Points: 12,500**]
Lin Feng opened the [**System Shop**], the screen glowing. He typed "skills":
- [**Neymar's Rainbow Flick (+25% Trickery)**]: 700 points.
- [**Ronaldinho's Elastico (+30% Flair)**]: 1,500 points.
He chose [**Ronaldinho's Elastico**], spending 1,500 points. A surge of flair flooded his legs, as if he could dazzle any defender. With 11,000 points left, he was ready for Europe's gaze.
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After the match, Lin Feng met Elena Voss in the Mestalla's VIP suite. Her emerald eyes sparkled as she hugged him. "Three matches, three Man of the Match awards?" she said. "You're a legend, Lin Feng."
He smiled, his [**Charisma Aura**] amplifying his charm. "Just the start, Elena. I'm building an empire, and you're part of it." Her gaze held alliance. "Count me in," she said. "Big doors are opening."
At home in El Carmen, Sofia and Wei waited with croquetas and Chinese dumplings. Sofia's eyes glistened, showing a viral clip of his free kick. "You're our star, mijo," she said. Wei clapped his shoulder, beaming. "Honor our roots, Feng."
Lin Feng's heart swelled, his [**Family Bond Point**] deepening. In his past life, he'd neglected them. Now, they were his anchor. "This is for us," he said, his [**Charisma Aura**] resonating. "I'll take us higher."
As he lay in bed, the [**System**] chimed:
[**Hidden Mission Unlocked: Score a Hat-Trick in a La Liga Match.**]
[**Reward: 3,000 system points, +2 Prestige Points.**]
Lin Feng's eyes gleamed. Ander Herrera was another fallen rival. The [**System**] was his secret, his empire his destiny. A hat-trick awaited, and the world would tremble.
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