[Mission Complete! Mission: Pass the Trials Objective: Pass the trials. Reward: +10 points to a attribute of your choice + bonus reward depending on your performance.]
“This is what I’ve been waiting for.” Julian rubbed his palms together like he was being presented with a scrumptious dish.
“First; Status.”
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Name: Julian Valecrest
Age: 16
Position: WF/AM
Rating: 60->61
[Attributes]
Defending: 30
Passing: 65->67
Attacking: 65->66
Pace: 65
Crossing: 65
Finishing: 65->66
Technique: 65->66
[Skills]
N/A
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During the match, some of his stats went up when a goal was scored or assisted, but he didn’t know when which stat will go up.
“Mini-ball, what is the criteria for handing out stats?”
[Knowing that won’t help you in any case. All you need to know is that I will adjust your stats accordingly.]
“Tch. Could’ve just said you were too lazy to explain.”
Julian’s attention returned to the system, his rewards specifically.
“Let’s add the ten points before moving on to the bonus reward.” Julian had no reason to speak out loud, but he kept it up anyways.
“This one is a no-brainer.”
“With my stats and a little hard work, I was able to have a decent game in the trials, but one thing I felt lacking during the game, was my speed.”
“I remember how I hard I had to push myself just to lose the right back during the first goal, and how quickly he caught up during the second. Plua, that right back was mediocre at best, meaning I will struggle when I face the real geniuses out there.”
As Julian thought back to the game, he could make out a vivid image, as if seeing it replay in his mind like a movie.
But he paid no mind to it, as he had more important things to do.
“With that said, add the ten points to Pace.”
The system immediately obeyed.
–ding–
[Pace +(10)]
Julian’s eyes traced over the Pace Attribute, making double sure the change is there, it was.
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[Pace: 65->75]
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“Later.” He calmed himself down.
“We have more important things right now.”
“Open Bonus Reward.”
–ding–
[Bonus Reward Granted +New Attribute. +Two New Skills linked to Attribute.]
“New attributes and new skills, aren’t you a little generous, Mini-ball?” Though Julian joked, he couldn’t hide the surprise behind his widened eyes.
[You deserve it.]
“Aww.” Julian felt really grateful for the sincere compliment.
“Status.”
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Name: Julian Valecrest
Age: 16
Position: WF/AM
Rating: 61->67
[Attributes]
Defending: 30
Passing: 67
Attacking: 66
Pace: 75
Crossing: 65
Finishing: 66
Technique: 66
(NEW)Vision: 95(NEW)
[Skills]
(NEW)Eye Of Probability(S)(NEW), (NEW)Offside Line(A)(NEW)
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“Holy shit, dude.” Julian’s eyes widened in amazement.
“What is this new stat and why is it so maxed out?”
[Vision just allows you to see the field much clearer, making you able to see your teammates and goalscorer opportunities better. And the reason why it is so high is because I have photographic memory.]
“Wait. You have photographic memory?”
[You haven’t noticed?]
“I..”
Julian’s mind went back to how vividly he saw the field when he played, the first time he noticed the oddity.
“I noticed, I just didn’t realize. If that makes sense.”
[That makes perfect sense.]
“Before we move on to the new skills, give me a short description of the attributes.”
Julian already knew what each attribute meant, but maybe Mini-ball had a different idea, and maybe it was something he could use to help him play better.
[Coming right up, my dude.] Read this novel at novelping.com for the best experience.
Julian immediately regretted asking after hearing Mini-ball’s reply, but he read nonetheless.
[Defending: Determines how good your are at defending. The higher the stat, the better you defend.]
[Passing: Determines how good you are at passing. The higher the stat, the better you pass.]
[Attacking: Determines how well you lead, start or finish an attack. The higher the stat, the better you lead, start, or finish an attack.]
[Pace: Determines how fast you run. The higher the stat, the faster you run.]
[Crossing: Determines how accurate your crosses are. The higher the stat, the more accurate your crosses.]
[Finishing: Determines how well you are at scoring goals: The higher the stat, the better you are at scoring goals.]
[Technique: Determines how well you can bend, chip or dip the ball. The higher the stat, the better you can bend, chip or dip the ball.]
[Vision: Determines how well you can see. The higher the stat, the better you see.]
[There you go, my dude. Let it never be said that Mini-ball doesn’t look after his friends.]
“…”
Julian was stunned into silence.
[What? Are you left speechless by how magnanimous I am?]
“What the fuck is this bullshit?” Julian finally found his voice, staring at his companion, clearly unimpressed.
[What do you mean, my guy?] Mini-ball was unfazed by Julian’s expression.
[This data is specifically gathered for a best dude like you. I call it D-Ata.]
[Get it? Dude and Data. D-Ata.]
“Get this bullshit out of my face.” With a mental command, Julian swiped the data away, removing it from his sight.
[What the fuck are you mad aboutt?] If Mini-ball had hands, he would spread them.
[I should be mad at you for making me describe something that even kids in the short bus can understand.]
“Tch.”
[God. You can be really stupid sometimes.]
Julian’s head snapped towards Mini-ball, staring at him with a surprised, wide mouth expression.
[What?] Mini-ball challenged.
“I know you didn’t.”
[Oh, yes. I did.]
“Alright, alright.” Julian nodded several times.
“You win this round. Don’t cry when I finally get my getback.”
[We’ll see whose the one who’ll end up crying.]
“Tch.” Julain turned his head away from the floating ball.
“Pull up the descriptions of the new skills, instead.”
[Eye of Probability(S): Shows you the chances of scoring if you were to shoot at a certain spot in the opponent goal. Note: skill only works if you are on the ball, not other players.]
[Offside Line(A): A visual representation of the offside line appears which only you can see.]
“Both skills sound useful. More than useful, actually. But I’ll only be able to tell how much during a game.”
“Anyway,” Julian stood up from the stool.
“Time to go to class.”