God Of football Chapter 1: Come on, a system

Amidst the downpour on a Valencia night, specifically in Alboraya, the rhythmic sound of footsteps echoed across a nearby football pitch.

There, a boy, gasping for air, relentlessly pursued a ball, his body on the verge of collapse.

He seemed lost in thought, attempting to push away certain memories, yet they clung to him. A sudden nearby accident jolted him back to reality.

Halting his chase, Izan realized that continuing without rest risked fainting or, worse, sustaining an injury – a dreadful prospect for any young footballer.

He sank to the ground, tears welling up. As the sweat began to dry, a distinctively Asian visage emerged, possessing refined features that could easily grace the cover of a magazine.

What set Izan apart were his striking blue eyes, a rarity for someone of Asian heritage.

Despite his efforts to maintain composure, his face was a canvas of regret and disappointment. His youth club, the Valencia football academy, had just informed him of his impending release at the season's end due to a lack of perceived potential.

Typically, such dismissals occurred around the age of 18 for players showing no promise. However, at just fifteen, Izan was being let go because his progress and potential were deemed insufficient.

In fact, his performance had declined. Izan struggled in the youth league, becoming one of its underperforming players.

While the club might have otherwise waited for Izan's development, recent budget cuts within the youth program necessitated the release of underperforming prospects, and Izan unfortunately fell into this category.

He sat lost in thought, concluding that with the season just beginning, there was still a sliver of hope. As Izan stood, the hair on his head prickled, standing on end.

Izan then recalled a YouTube video explaining that if one's hair stands on end during a rainstorm, it signals an impending lightning strike.

The moment he prepared to react, a blinding flash coursed through him, rendering him unconscious.

Izan lay motionless, regaining consciousness after some time but unable to rise.

[Host secured]. "Huh?" Izan scanned his surroundings, finding no one. "That was certainly strange," he muttered.

Just as Izan was about to dismiss the disembodied voice, it spoke again. A dispassionate tone announced, [Sequence initiated] Programme commencing in 3, 2, 1...

Silence followed for a few moments. Izan suspected he was hallucinating until the voice returned, [System initiated]. [System welcomes host to the Legend Sequence]. WHAT THE HELL!! Izan yelled.