New Attribute

[Drop some powers, leave a comment or review if you want, and enjoy the chapter, trying to hit 400 power stones this week. Also, like I said before, ignore the fucking system, I've been trying to fix it but my god, is it a pain in the ass, I have nearly given up on it.] 

By defeating Reading, Leicester City clinched the 2013-14 Championship with an impressive record of 103 points in 42 rounds, four rounds ahead of schedule! With four rounds still remaining in the league, they now had the chance to break several records held by Reading.

The highest score in a Championship season was 106 points, achieved in 2005-06. They aimed to surpass Reading's record for the most goals scored at home in 23 games, currently set at 58, and the most goals in a single season, totaling 67.

But for now, everyone in Leicester City just wanted to bask in the joy and excitement of their victory!

That night, as the team bus rolled away from the stadium, the atmosphere inside was electric. Players chanted and sang their favorite songs, their voices merging into a raucous chorus of celebration.

"Champions!" someone shouted, raising a fist in the air. The chant spread quickly, bouncing off the walls of the bus as laughter and cheers filled the air. Tristan sat among his teammates, a broad smile stretching across his face as he clapped along to the beat.

"Tristan! Sing with us!" called out one of the defenders, slapping him playfully on the back.

"Yeah, come on, superstar!" another teammate chimed in, grinning broadly.

Tristan couldn't resist. He joined in, his voice ringing with youthful exuberance. "We are the champions, my friends!" he sang, and the bus erupted into laughter and cheers as they echoed the refrain back to him.

As the bus rolled down the highway, the players began to recount their favorite moments from the match, their voices overlapping in excitement.

Tristan leaned back in his seat, soaking in the joy of the moment.

When they finally arrived at Belvoir Base, the players filed off the bus, still buzzing from the victory. The night air was crisp, and Tristan couldn't wait to celebrate with his parents. He spotted his father, Ling, standing by a brand-new black Lexus, his face beaming with pride.

"Dad!" Tristan shouted, waving enthusiastically as he rushed over. Ling opened his arms wide, and they embraced tightly.

"Congratulations on winning the Championship, son!" Ling exclaimed, pulling back to look at Tristan's face, his eyes shining with pride.

"Thanks! I'm so glad I could make you proud," Tristan beamed, feeling the warmth of his father's encouragement. Ling had always been his pillar of support, no matter how many mistakes he had made in the past. In his first life, he only brought shame and humiliation to his parents so despite being 23 years old when he died, hearing those words from his dad nearly bought him to tears.

"Get in the car! Your mother has prepared a feast and is waiting for you to come home to celebrate together!" Ling urged, ushering Tristan into the car.

"Sounds amazing!" Tristan replied, excitement bubbling within him.

As they drove home, the streets illuminated by the glow of streetlights, Tristan's mind raced with thoughts of the championship. He turned to Ling, who was focused on the road, and said, "I can't believe we actually won, Dad! It feels surreal!"

Ling smiled, glancing at him briefly. "You worked hard for this, Tristan. Your dedication paid off

When they arrived home, Julia greeted them at the door, her face lighting up when she saw her son. "Tristan! I'm so proud of you! Come here!" She enveloped him in a warm hug, her joy evident in her beaming smile.

"Thanks, Mom!" Tristan replied, feeling the comfort of her embrace. "It was an incredible game!"

As they sat down to dinner, the table was adorned with delicious food, and laughter filled the room. "So, what's next for you? You never told your plan for after the season." Julia teased, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Tristan chuckled, "Well, I have to keep training hard for the FA Cup final against Arsenal. They're going to be tough."

Ling chimed in, "And don't forget about breaking those records! You can do it! I want you to win Player of the Year."

Tristan grinned at his father's enthusiasm. "I'll do my best but it's gonna be hard."

After the warm meal and sharing stories from the season, Tristan helped clean up the dishes, his mind still swirling with the evening's events.

Returning to his room later, Tristan sat on his bed, taking a deep breath to calm the rush of emotions swirling within him. "Okay, it's time," he murmured, summoning the [Character Panel] and opening his [Inventory].

A card with a faint golden glow caught his eye, lying quietly in the [Inventory]. Fixing his gaze on it, a pop-up window appeared before him:

[Item Name: Top Star Card (Attributes)]

[Effect of item: After opening, you will randomly obtain a single attribute of a top star!]

This [Top Star Card] was the reward Tristan had earned after winning the Championship with Leicester City. He remembered the exhilaration of the match, the roar of the crowd, and how hard he had worked to reach this moment.

Anticipation coursed through him as he contemplated the possibilities. If I draw Messi or Maradona's [Dribbling], or Gerrard or Batistuta's [Long Shot]… The thought sent a thrill through him. He yearned to enhance his attacking prowess, especially during matches when the team struggled to break through solid defenses.

"Come on, give me something good!" he urged himself, his heart racing with excitement.

The card began to emit a dazzling golden light, and a figure materialized before him, donning a Dutch jersey and preparing to make a diving header!

[Ding Dong!]

[Congratulations, you have drawn the top star Van Persie!]

"Nice, not exactly what I wanted, but I take it!" Tristan exclaimed, a bit disappointed.

Though drawing Van Persie was a bit unexpected, but it was better then nothing.After all, pulling a forward known for offensive attributes was a far better outcome than drawing a defender with mainly defensive skills.

Van Persie was renowned for his exceptional finishing ability and long-range shooting, having made his mark in the Premier League as Arsenal's top scorer before clinching the Premier League Golden Boot with Manchester United. 

"Come to [End]. Come to [Long Shot]," he mentally chanted, focusing on what he wanted most as the card's golden light flickered around him.

[Randomly selecting an attribute for you.]

[Ding Dong!]

[Congratulations, you have obtained the volley attribute of this top star!]

Stunned, Tristan could hardly believe his luck. "Volley?" he whispered, excitement bubbling within him. The card transformed into a golden stream of light that penetrated his chest, and he felt an exhilarating surge of energy as his [Flying] attribute soared from 40 to 97!

The [Volley] attribute enhanced his ability to handle aerial balls, meaning he could now accurately judge the landing point of high passes and execute stunning volleys. This was a game-changer, especially since his current [Finishing] ability stood at a modest 57. Even with improved judgment, his shooting skills could mean the difference between a beautiful goal and a missed opportunity.

With Van Persie's [Volley] attribute peaking at an impressive 97, Tristan felt invigorated. It meant that after [Short Pass], [Long Pass], [Cross], [Field of Vision], and [Curve], [Volley] became the sixth of his attributes to exceed 90! His overall rating climbed from 74 to 75, filling him with a sense of accomplishment.

Despite not drawing [Finishing] or [Long Shot], which were Van Persie's strongest skills, Tristan recognized the significance of this result. He had avoided drawing poor defensive attributes, and instead, he had gained a remarkable offensive capability. Moreover, as he prepared to enter the Premier League, he knew that the opponents would be stronger and the pressure greater.

With a [Volley] value of 97, he could handle various types of aerial balls with finesse. He envisioned himself stopping or shooting, the choice clear before him.

As he examined the attributes on his [Character Panel], a wave of energy surged through him. He could feel himself growing stronger and more composed, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead on the pitch.

However, deep down, he knew there was still work to be done. His thoughts turned to improving his physical strength, particularly in confrontations. Lifting his shirt, he touched his flat abdomen and felt the thin muscles of his arms.

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Quick Update: I probably won't post chapters for a few days as I'm going to set up a Patreon. Not gonna lie, I'm broke as fuck right now with no internships, and my semester is about to end for me, so yeah, that's why I'm setting one up right now.