**Barcelona, Spain, October 1, 2025**
The Camp Nou loomed like a cathedral of dreams, its 99,000 seats a roaring ocean of blaugrana fervor. Rain lashed the pitch, a silver veil under the floodlights, transforming the hallowed turf into a mirror of chaos. Tonight's La Liga clash—FC Barcelona versus Valencia CF—was a crucible of legends, a stage where stars were born or broken. Lin Feng stood in the Valencia huddle, his orange-and-black kit drenched, the bat crest a defiant ember against his olive skin. His hazel eyes, forged in the crucible of his Chinese-Spanish heritage, gleamed like twin stars, unyielding against the storm. At 18, he was no shadow of his past life's failures. His three-match scoring streak, crowned by Man of the Match honors, had set Spain ablaze, a "half-breed" prodigy now hunted by Europe's giants.
The [**Supreme Football System**] sang in his soul, a celestial secret veiled from all. 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 divine threads weaving his destiny. His arsenal—[**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**], [**Pirlo's Deep Playmaker**], and [**Beckenbauer's Iron Wall**]—had sculpted his D-Grade talent into a colossus. His newest gem, [**Ronaldinho's Elastico (+30% Flair)**], gifted him a sorcerer's dance, leaving him with 11,000 [**System Points**]. Tonight, he chased a hat-trick to carve his name into eternity.
His rival was Barcelona's legendary defender, Gerard "El Titán" Piqué, a 38-year-old titan whose elegance and cunning still anchored their backline. Piqué's chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes radiated authority, his tongue sharp as his tackles—he'd once dismissed rookies as "fleeting sparks" on a podcast. In Lin Feng's past life, Piqué was a distant idol. Tonight, Lin Feng would topple El Titán in his own fortress.
The [**System**] whispered in his mind:
[**Mission: Score a Hat-Trick in a La Liga Match.**]
[**Reward: 3,000 system points, +2 Prestige Points.**]
[**Hidden Mission: Eclipse Gerard Piqué and Ignite Global Headlines.**]
[**Reward: 2,500 system points, +2 Skill Points.**]
Lin Feng's grin was a blade of moonlight. Eclipse Piqué and seize the world's gaze? He'd weave a symphony of goals, shrouding the [**System**]'s magic. His brilliance would burn as pure talent, not a divine spark.
The Valencia squad huddled, rain dripping from their faces. Carlos Soler, the midfielder, gripped Lin Feng's shoulder. "This is the Camp Nou, Feng. Make it yours." Lin Feng's [**Charisma Aura**] surged, a beacon in the storm. "We'll paint this pitch orange," he vowed, igniting their spirits.
Coach Diego López, his face carved with resolve, met Lin Feng's gaze. "You're our spark, attacking midfielder. Barça's ruthless—Piqué's a chessmaster. Outplay him."
Lin Feng's voice was iron. "He's already checkmated, Coach." López's eyes flickered, sensing a legend's birth. In his past life, Lin Feng was dust. Now, he was Valencia's flame.
The teams emerged, the Camp Nou's roar a tempest's howl. Barcelona's blaugrana stripes shimmered, their players gods in motion. Piqué stood tall, his blue eyes locking onto Lin Feng with a smirk. "Welcome to my house, kid," he called, voice slicing through the rain. "Don't slip."
Lin Feng's eyes blazed, his [**Charisma Aura**] a defiant pulse. "I'll dance on your ruins, Titán." The crowd roared, sensing a clash of eras, as the whistle pierced the night.
The match ignited, a ballet of fury in the rain. Barcelona's tiki-taka flowed, Piqué anchoring their defense like a sentinel, his tackles precise. Lin Feng glided through the chaos, his [**Steel Body**] defying brutal challenges, his [**Eagle Vision**] piercing the storm's veil.
In the 5th minute, Valencia countered. A midfielder passed, and Lin Feng used [**Ronaldinho's Elastico**], his foot a sorcerer's wand, flicking the ball past a Barça midfielder. Piqué surged, but Lin Feng activated [**Perfect Pass**], threading a 20-yard dagger to Soler, whose shot forced a save. The Camp Nou's jeers faltered, sensing a threat.
Barcelona struck, their winger weaving a low drive to lead 1–0. Lin Feng dropped back, his [**Beckenbauer's Iron Wall**] instincts thwarting a second goal, intercepting a pass with eerie precision. Scouts from Munich and Manchester leaned forward, pens flying.
In the 14th minute, Lin Feng roared to life. Valencia surged, and he controlled a high ball, using [**Pirlo's Deep Playmaker**] to slow the game's pulse. He spun past a midfielder with [**Zidane's Roulette**], then entered the 18-yard box, Piqué closing fast. The [**Causality Power**] flared—[*All shots within the 18-yard box score*]. His shot, fueled by [**Thunder Strike**], was a meteor, curling past the keeper's dive.
1–1.
The Valencia fans erupted, a defiant island in the blaugrana sea. Piqué's smirk vanished, his pride stung. Lin Feng stood, rain streaming down his face, the [**System**]'s magic unseen. To the world, he was a prodigy; to himself, a god in disguise.
Barcelona rallied, Piqué's long balls sparking danger. In the 22nd minute, a Barça striker headed home, 2–1. Piqué taunted the Valencia bench, his arrogance reborn. Lin Feng's heart burned, the [**Hidden Mission**] ablaze—eclipse Piqué and seize headlines. One goal wasn't enough.
In the 30th minute, Lin Feng struck again. Valencia won a free kick near midfield. He took it, using [**Xavi's Maestro Vision**] to launch a 50-yard pass, splitting Barça's lines. The ball found a winger, who crossed. Lin Feng surged into the box, Piqué marking tight. He feinted with [**Ronaldinho's Elastico**], leaving Piqué stumbling, and fired with [**Thunder Strike**], the [**Causality Power**] ensuring the net rippled.
2–2.
The Camp Nou hushed, then roared in disbelief. Piqué's face twisted, his legacy challenged. Lin Feng's smirk was a silent blade. The [**System**] chimed:
[*Ding!*]
[**Hidden Mission Progress: Eclipse Gerard Piqué (50% Complete).**]
The first half ended, the rain unrelenting. In the locker room, López was a storm of passion. "Lin Feng, you're rewriting the Camp Nou! Finish it!" Soler grinned. "You're a legend, kid." Lin Feng's focus was a blade, honed for the hat-trick.
The second half was a war of wills. Barcelona pressed, Piqué's defense tightening, their counters lethal. Lin Feng was a tempest, his [**Steel Body**] shrugging off fouls, his [**Pirlo's Deep Playmaker**] dictating rhythm. In the 60th minute, he intercepted a pass with [**Beckenbauer's Iron Wall**], sprinting forward. Piqué fouled him, earning a yellow, but Lin Feng rose, a phoenix in the rain.
Valencia won a corner in the 72nd minute. Soler's delivery soared, and Lin Feng leaped, using [**Iniesta's Tiki-Taka**] to position himself with [**Perfect Pass**] precision. Piqué marked him, but Lin Feng twisted free with [**Messi's La Croqueta**], entering the box. The [**Causality Power**] ignited, his header a comet that crashed into the net.
3–2.
The Camp Nou fell silent, then erupted in chaos. Lin Feng's hat-trick sent Valencia fans into ecstasy, scouts scribbling furiously. Piqué's face was ash, his titan's crown cracked. The [**System**] sang:
[*Ding!*]
[**Mission Complete: Score a Hat-Trick in a La Liga Match.**]
[**Reward: 3,000 system points, +2 Prestige Points.**]
[**Total System Points: 14,000**]
The match ended 3–2, Valencia stealing victory in Barça's lair. The crowd chanted "Lin Feng! Lin Feng!" as he was named Man of the Match. "This is for Valencia," he said, his [**Charisma Aura**] a beacon. Piqué left the pitch, humbled, another titan felled.
[*Ding!*]
[**Hidden Mission Complete: Eclipse Gerard Piqué and Ignite Global Headlines.**]
[**Reward: 2,500 system points, +2 Skill Points.**]
[**Total System Points: 16,500**]
Lin Feng opened the [**System Shop**], its glow a secret star. He typed "skills":
- [**Neymar's Rainbow Flick (+25% Trickery)**]: 700 points.
- [**Maradona's D10S Touch (+30% First Touch)**]: 2,000 points.
He chose [**Maradona's D10S Touch**], spending 2,000 points. A surge of control enveloped him, the ball now an extension of his will. With 14,500 points, he was ready for the world's stage.
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After the match, Lin Feng met Elena Voss in a Barcelona lounge, rain pattering outside. Her emerald eyes danced as she embraced him. "A hat-trick at the Camp Nou?" she whispered. "You're rewriting destiny, Lin Feng."
His smile was starlight, his [**Charisma Aura**] radiant. "I'm forging an empire, Elena. Walk with me." Her gaze held a vow. "I'm with you," she said. "The world's calling."
In El Carmen, Sofia and Wei awaited with paella and Chinese mooncakes, celebrating Mid-Autumn Festival. Sofia's eyes shone, showing a viral clip of his hat-trick. "You're our light, mijo," she said. Wei's stern face glowed. "You're our legacy, Feng."
Lin Feng's heart soared, his [**Family Bond Point**] an anchor. In his past life, he'd lost them to ambition. Now, they were his stars. "This is our empire," he said, his [**Charisma Aura**] resonating.
As he lay in bed, the [**System**] hummed:
[**Hidden Mission Unlocked: Earn a Call-Up to Spain's U-21 National Team.**]
[**Reward: 3,500 system points, +2 Influence Points.**]
Lin Feng's eyes burned like comets. Piqué was another vanquished foe. The [**System**] was his secret, his empire his destiny. The national team beckoned, and the heavens would bow.
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