“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
Domenico had noticed Luca’s gaze.
He turned to look at the poster too, his eyes filled with reverence.
“Shame.
We came so close this year.”
Luca knew exactly what he meant.
The 15-16 season had just ended.
Napoli had finished second, missing the title by a whisper.
He had watched the final title-deciding match on television.
Even as an outsider, the sting of falling short had been sharp.
“Yeah.
So close, Mr.
Domenico.” Luca pulled his eyes away, his voice sincere.
“Sometimes I think, if God gave me a chance to stand on that stage, I’d give everything to bring the title back to Naples.
Just thinking about it gets my blood pumping.
That would be the ultimate romance.”
Domenico blinked.
He studied the dark-haired boy with the bright eyes.
Then his face split into a wide grin.
He clapped Luca on the shoulder and laughed loudly.
“Ha!
Good!
Very good!
That’s the spirit!”
The laughter was so hearty that an assistant coach passing by outside poked his head in.
“I’ve seen a lot of talented kids here, Luca.
But you’re the first to walk into my office and tell a youth coach you want to win the title for Napoli.” He shook his head, still smiling.
“You think far ahead.
But I like the ambition.”
Luca smiled back.
He knew he had hit the right note.
Every Napoli man carried the memory of Maradona and the hunger for another championship.
“Let’s get to business, Mr.
Domenico,” Luca said, steering the conversation back.
“You wanted to see me about…?”
Domenico’s smile faded.
He opened a drawer and pulled out a prepared folder, sliding it across the desk.
“Congratulations, kid.” His voice grew serious and warm.
“Your performances earned this.
Take it.
Report to the Castel Volturno training center next Monday.
Coach Sarri, our first-team manager Maurizio Sarri, has given the green light.
You’re on the first-team summer training list.”
Even though he had expected it, the confirmation sent a rush of heat through Luca’s body.
Serie A.
The real top-flight stage.
He was about to push open the door to that loud, glittering world.
“Thank you, sir.
Thank you for your trust and guidance.” Luca took the contract but didn’t look at it yet.
Instead, he stepped forward and gave the youth coach a firm hug.
Domenico patted his back.
Nothing more needed to be said.
The first-team contract would normally be signed by Sarri himself, but the manager was out of Italy at the moment.
So Luca took the copy, planning to show it to his agent.
Speaking of his agent, that was Mino Raiola.
The super-agent known for squeezing every last euro out of a deal.
The original Luca had reached out and signed with him after his talent first emerged.
Raiola had his critics, but his ability to protect and promote young players was undeniable.
“By the way, there’s a friendly tomorrow, Saturday.
I hope you’ll come.”
“Of course.
I’m still your player.”
Luca stepped out of the youth academy office.
The evening Mediterranean sun was still warm, pouring over him and stretching his tall shadow across the ground.
The sky was a clean, deep blue, with a few lazy clouds drifting by.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
A new chapter was about to begin.
Then it happened.
A voice spoke directly into the deepest part of his mind.
[Host has acquired first professional club contract.
Conditions met.]
[System binding in progress…
Binding complete.]
[FC Football Legend System at your service.]
[Congratulations, host.
Achievement unlocked: ‘Professional Debut.’ Beginner gift pack has been issued.]
[Open beginner gift pack now?]
Luca froze mid-step.
His heart skipped a beat, then hammered harder.
Finally.
The transmigrator’s standard package.
Late, but here.
He fought the urge to laugh out loud and thought, “Open.”
[Opening beginner gift pack…]
[Congratulations, host.
You have obtained a god-tier talent: ‘God’s Eye View.’]
[Talent description: On the football pitch, the host gains supernatural, all-encompassing awareness and spatial perception.
Effect: Football IQ permanently increased.
Vision range and precision reach the theoretical human limit.]
[Talent fusion beginning…]
[Ding!
Fusion complete.]
[Updating host’s original attributes:]
[Football IQ: 75 → 90.
Exceptional tactical understanding and real-time decision-making.]
[Vision: 80 → 100.
No blind spots on the pitch.]
[Note: God’s Eye View is a talent.
It activates automatically when the host steps onto the pitch.]
[Generating host’s current comprehensive attribute panel:]
Host: Luca
Age: 17
Height: 175 cm
Weight: 65 kg
Preferred Foot: Both
Primary Position: Attacking Midfielder, Defensive Midfielder
Technical Attributes:
Attack: 70
Defense: 65
Shooting: 60
Dribbling: 80
Long Passing: 80
Short Passing: 80
Set Pieces: 80
Mental Attributes:
Football IQ: 90
Vision: 100 (theoretical human limit, historic)
Physical Attributes:
Explosiveness: 80
Speed: 65
Stamina: 70
Strength: 60
Overall Assessment:
Current Overall Rating: 76 (Note: This rating is a weighted calculation of all attributes.
Rough guide only.)
Immediate Match-Level Rating: [Stable starter for a lower-table / relegation-battling Serie A team.]
Strengths: Historic-level vision and exceptional football IQ.
Two-footed.
Technically complete.
Excellent passing and dribbling.
Game reading far beyond peers and most top-league players.
Weaknesses: Physical duels, raw speed, endurance, and finishing need improvement.
Must adapt to higher-intensity match rhythm.
Potential Assessment: Extremely high.
With the system and scientific training, possesses the potential to become a world-class star.
Rating Reference Scale: 60 – Serie C, 70 – Serie B, 80 – Top five league average, 90 – Top five league star, 95+ – World class, 100 – Theoretical limit
As the panel appeared and the God’s Eye View talent fused with him, a wave of clarity washed over Luca’s mind.
He instinctively recalled the training pitch he had just left.
What happened next was astonishing.
Every inch of grass he had trained on, the positions of his teammates, the orientation of the goals, even the way the wind had bent the blades of grass…
all of it reconstructed in his mind as a clear, scalable, rotatable three-dimensional image.
It was not a fuzzy memory.
It was a live, ultra-high-precision sandbox model.
And he was looking down at it from an absolute god’s-eye view.
Every detail was razor-sharp.
Every spatial relationship was perfectly clear.
He could even sense that if he passed the ball within that model, he would know exactly what trajectory it would take.
“That’s…
insane.”
Luca stood there, feeling the supernatural perception in his mind.
And this was only from recalling the pitch from outside.
He could not imagine what it would be like when he actually stepped onto the field and the talent ran at full power.
Total awareness.
Seeing everything before it happened.
So this was God’s Eye View.
The future had just gotten a lot more interesting.