The glyphs shimmered, then condensed into a radiant orb of golden light that hovered before Joan.
[Ding! System Initialization Complete.]
[Welcome, Host: Joan. Broken Talent detected. Error Ratio: 93%. Correction Path Available. System binding in progress...]
A sudden jolt of warmth coursed through Joan's chest, as if molten sunlight had been injected into her veins. She staggered back, clutching at her heart. The orb sank into her, fusing with her very soul.
[Binding Successful. Host privileges unlocked: Divine Football System.]
Joan's eyes widened as the system's interface unfurled across her vision like a divine HUD. Columns of glowing menus floated before her:
[Club System Menu]
• Club Management
• Talent Radar
• Staff Recruitment
• Divine Tactics
• Hidden Gems (Locked)
• Repair Broken Talent (0.1% progress)
]
Her breath hitched. A system? In her previous life on Earth, she had read countless novels about protagonists who rose to greatness with the aid of mystical "golden fingers." Now, she had one of her own.
Joan clenched her fists. "If the heavens cast me down as trash, then I'll climb back up with my own two hands—and this system will be my ladder."
Lost in her thoughts until she received her system's first mission.
[Ding! New Mission Generated.]
Mission: Found Your Club.
Requirements: Recruit a minimum of 11 players and 3 staff members within 30 days.
Failure Penalty: System Lock for 10 years.
Reward: Unlock [Hidden Gems] Radar, Divine Energy Fragment (0.5%).
Joan's jaw tightened. The system was merciless. Ten years without it meant she would fade into obscurity before ever repairing her broken X-grade talent.
She nodded grimly. "Fine. Eleven players. Three staff. I'll make it happen."
The system responded instantly.
[Ding! Talent Radar activated. Warning: Divine Football Organisation interference blocks access to registered talents. Scanning slum sectors instead... Success. Hidden nodes created.]
A map bloomed across her mind's eye, dotted with faint golden sparks. Each spark represented a "hidden gem"—individuals of rare but overlooked talent. They were buried deep within the slums of Aevallure, where no one dared to scout.
Joan's lips curved into a smile. "So the Divine Talents Organisation hogs the spotlight, while treasures rot in the dirt. Good. Then I'll gather them all."
She was aware how gods and goddesses mind works. When you are deemed worthless, access to resources will be stripe off. Joan's talent left no room for her to negotiate with proven and trusted talents from their talent pools until she proves otherwise.
The slums of Aevallure were a chaotic sprawl of crumbling stone buildings, narrow alleys, and restless crowds. Joan moved through it with confidence, guided by the faint golden beacon pulsing in her vision.
She found her first player juggling a tattered ball in a dusty square. The boy was small, barely fourteen, his clothes little more than rags. Yet the way he handled the ball was... unreal. His feet danced with impossible rhythm, weaving the ball through narrow spaces, balancing it on his head, shoulder, and even his back.
A group of children clapped and cheered.
The boy grinned and flicked the ball high, catching it behind his neck before bowing dramatically.
The system chimed.
[Ding! Talent Identified: "Street Magician." Potential Grade: S (Unawakened). Current Status: Malnourished, Untrained.]
Joan's heart thumped. An S-grade talent, here in the slums? The Divine Football Organisation must be blind.
She stepped forward. "What's your name?"
The boy blinked, wary. "...Kai."
"I want you on my team, Kai."
He scoffed. "What team? You, ...some rich club scout? I don't join fakes."
Joan smirked. "Do I look rich? I'm offering you something better. A chance to play—not just for scraps, but for glory. To show the world your magic."
Kai hesitated. His eyes flickered with hope before he quickly masked it. "...And if you're lying?"
Joan extended her hand. "Then you'll still have the ball at your feet, won't you? What do you have to lose?"
Slowly, Kai took her hand. The system's interface glowed.
[Ding! Player Recruitment Successful: Kai (Street Magician).]
Over the next two weeks, Joan scoured the slums, following the radar's guidance. She discovered players abandoned by society but brimming with raw, untapped potential:
Zara, The Iron Wall. A tall boy mocked for his clumsy build. Yet he had an instinct for blocking shots that bordered on supernatural. Potential Grade: A+.
Rook, The Phantom Runner. A quiet boy who could vanish in plain sight and reappear at impossible angles. Potential Grade: S-.
Taro & Kenta, The Twin Storms. Mischievous brothers whose coordination bordered on telepathic. Potential Grade: A.
Mila, The Sharpshooter. A young orphan with one good eye, but a kick so precise it could bend shots past any goal keeper. Potential Grade: B+, potential to rise....
Every recruit brought whispers and ridicule. "Look at Joan, picking trash," people sneered. "Broken talent deserves broken players."
But Joan ignored them. With each addition, her vision grew sharper. She saw not what they were, but what they could become.
The system tracked her progress.
[Player Count: 9/11. Staff Count: 0/3.]
The Staff Challenge
Players alone weren't enough. She needed staff: an assistant coach, a medic, and a manager. Yet no one reputable would join a "broken talent" like her.
Once again, the system guided her into the forgotten corners of Aevallure.
Assistant Coach Varin. Once a legendary tactician, disgraced and exiled after a scandal he didn't commit. Found drunk in a back-alley tavern, but still carrying the fire of strategy in his eyes.
Edda, The Healing Hand. A middle-aged woman working as a slum apothecary, capable of channeling divine energy into miraculous treatments, though no club valued her without official certification.
Grimm, The Shadow Manager. A cunning ex-accountant imprisoned for embezzling divine clubs. Bitter, sly, but loyal once given purpose.
Convincing them wasn't easy. Varin laughed in her face until she out-argued him in tactics over a tavern chessboard. Edda only agreed when Joan saved one of her patients using system-provided nutritional pills. Grimm scoffed until Joan dangled the promise of outsmarting the corrupt Divine Football Organisation.
By the third week, the system chimed:
[Ding! Staff Recruitment Complete. Requirement fulfilled.]
[Player Count: 11/11. Staff Count: 3/3.]
[Mission Success! Reward Unlocked.]
[Hidden Gems Radar activated. Divine Energy Fragment acquired (0.5%). Broken Talent Repair Progress: 0.6%.]
Joan exhaled. One step forward.
Her ragtag club had no name, any stadium, and no fans. They trained in an open alley, their only equipment cobbled from scraps. But Joan's strategies, guided by flashes of the broken X-grade talent and supplemented by the system, molded them into something resembling a team.
Word spread. Whispers of a "trash club" challenging a minor league match against the Golden Talons—a youth team backed by Aevallure's elite. Yes! Joan's club got no name. According to Divine Football Organisation, a new club will be entitled to a name after they have won a match.
The day came. The stadium was half-full, mostly spectators eager to see Joan humiliated. Her club was away and not on her home stadium or rather pitch that doesn't exist.
The referee's whistle blew.
The Golden Talons attacked ruthlessly. Their players were taller, stronger, sharper. By all logic, Joan's team should have crumbled.
But then—Kai danced through three defenders, flicking the ball over their heads with impossible flair. Mila bent a shot that kissed the post. Golden Talons counterattack. Zira threw himself in front of a thundering strike, saving a goal.
Joan stood at the sidelines, issuing commands. Her system flashed tactical adjustments:
[Formation Shift Suggested: 4-2-3-1 → 3-4-3.]
She barked the orders. Her team obeyed, the system amplifying her voice into their very minds.
Second half. The score was 1–1. The crowd buzzed, disbelieving.
Then came the moment. Rook, invisible on the flank, appeared out of nowhere, intercepting a pass. He slid the ball to Kai, who back-heeled it to Mila. He struck—clean, sharp, unstoppable.
GOOOOOOAAAAALLLLL!!!
The slum-born team led the elite: 1-2.
Moments later, the final whistle blew.
Aftermath
The crowd erupted into chaos. Some jeered, furious that the elite had lost. But others cheered wildly, inspired by the underdogs.
Joan stood still, eyes fixed on the sky. This is only the beginning.
The system chimed softly.
[Ding! Achievement Unlocked: First Victory.]
[Reward: Fan Base Function unlocked. Current Supporters: 127.]
Her chest tightened. Fans. Real fans who chose her, not because of prestige, but because of hope.
Yet even as her team celebrated, Joan felt the weight of the road ahead. The Divine Football Organisation would not ignore her rise for long. They controlled the flow of talents, clubs, and divine energy. For her to challenge them was to challenge the very order of the Gods Realm.
She looked at her players—orphans, misfits, broken people like her—and smiled.
"They think we're trash. Good. Let's show them how dangerous trash can be when it's set on fire."The glyphs shimmered, then condensed into a radiant orb of golden light that hovered before Joan.
[Ding! System Initialization Complete.]
[Welcome, Host: Joan. Broken Talent detected. Error Ratio: 93%. Correction Path Available. System binding in progress...]
A sudden jolt of warmth coursed through Joan's chest, as if molten sunlight had been injected into her veins. She staggered back, clutching at her heart. The orb sank into her, fusing with her very soul.
[Binding Successful. Host privileges unlocked: Divine Football System.]
Joan's eyes widened as the system's interface unfurled across her vision like a divine HUD. Columns of glowing menus floated before her:
[Club System Menu]
• Club Management
• Talent Radar
• Staff Recruitment
• Divine Tactics
• Hidden Gems (Locked)
• Repair Broken Talent (0.1% progress)
]
Her breath hitched. A system? In her previous life on Earth, she had read countless novels about protagonists who rose to greatness with the aid of mystical "golden fingers." Now, she had one of her own.
Joan clenched her fists. "If the heavens cast me down as trash, then I'll climb back up with my own two hands—and this system will be my ladder."
Lost in her thoughts until she received her system's first mission.
[Ding! New Mission Generated.]
Mission: Found Your Club.
Requirements: Recruit a minimum of 11 players and 3 staff members within 30 days.
Failure Penalty: System Lock for 10 years.
Reward: Unlock [Hidden Gems] Radar, Divine Energy Fragment (0.5%).
Joan's jaw tightened. The system was merciless. Ten years without it meant she would fade into obscurity before ever repairing her broken X-grade talent.
She nodded grimly. "Fine. Eleven players. Three staff. I'll make it happen."
The system responded instantly.
[Ding! Talent Radar activated. Warning: Divine Football Organisation interference blocks access to registered talents. Scanning slum sectors instead... Success. Hidden nodes created.]
A map bloomed across her mind's eye, dotted with faint golden sparks. Each spark represented a "hidden gem"—individuals of rare but overlooked talent. They were buried deep within the slums of Aevallure, where no one dared to scout.
Joan's lips curved into a smile. "So the Divine Talents Organisation hogs the spotlight, while treasures rot in the dirt. Good. Then I'll gather them all."
She was aware how gods and goddesses mind works. When you are deemed worthless, access to resources will be stripe off. Joan's talent left no room for her to negotiate with proven and trusted talents from their talent pools until she proves otherwise.
The slums of Aevallure were a chaotic sprawl of crumbling stone buildings, narrow alleys, and restless crowds. Joan moved through it with confidence, guided by the faint golden beacon pulsing in her vision.
She found her first player juggling a tattered ball in a dusty square. The boy was small, barely fourteen, his clothes little more than rags. Yet the way he handled the ball was... unreal. His feet danced with impossible rhythm, weaving the ball through narrow spaces, balancing it on his head, shoulder, and even his back.
A group of children clapped and cheered.
The boy grinned and flicked the ball high, catching it behind his neck before bowing dramatically.
The system chimed.
[Ding! Talent Identified: "Street Magician." Potential Grade: S (Unawakened). Current Status: Malnourished, Untrained.]
Joan's heart thumped. An S-grade talent, here in the slums? The Divine Football Organisation must be blind.
She stepped forward. "What's your name?"
The boy blinked, wary. "...Kai."
"I want you on my team, Kai."
He scoffed. "What team? You, ...some rich club scout? I don't join fakes."
Joan smirked. "Do I look rich? I'm offering you something better. A chance to play—not just for scraps, but for glory. To show the world your magic."
Kai hesitated. His eyes flickered with hope before he quickly masked it. "...And if you're lying?"
Joan extended her hand. "Then you'll still have the ball at your feet, won't you? What do you have to lose?"
Slowly, Kai took her hand. The system's interface glowed.
[Ding! Player Recruitment Successful: Kai (Street Magician).]
Over the next two weeks, Joan scoured the slums, following the radar's guidance. She discovered players abandoned by society but brimming with raw, untapped potential:
Zara, The Iron Wall. A tall boy mocked for his clumsy build. Yet he had an instinct for blocking shots that bordered on supernatural. Potential Grade: A+.
Rook, The Phantom Runner. A quiet boy who could vanish in plain sight and reappear at impossible angles. Potential Grade: S-.
Taro & Kenta, The Twin Storms. Mischievous brothers whose coordination bordered on telepathic. Potential Grade: A.
Mila, The Sharpshooter. A young orphan with one good eye, but a kick so precise it could bend shots past any goal keeper. Potential Grade: B+, potential to rise....
Every recruit brought whispers and ridicule. "Look at Joan, picking trash," people sneered. "Broken talent deserves broken players."
But Joan ignored them. With each addition, her vision grew sharper. She saw not what they were, but what they could become.
The system tracked her progress.
[Player Count: 9/11. Staff Count: 0/3.]
Players alone weren't enough. She needed staff: an assistant coach, a medic, and a manager. Yet no one reputable would join a "broken talent" like her.
Once again, the system guided her into the forgotten corners of Aevallure.
Assistant Coach Varin. Once a legendary tactician, disgraced and exiled after a scandal he didn't commit. Found drunk in a back-alley tavern, but still carrying the fire of strategy in his eyes.
Edda, The Healing Hand. A middle-aged woman working as a slum apothecary, capable of channeling divine energy into miraculous treatments, though no club valued her without official certification.
Grimm, The Shadow Manager. A cunning ex-accountant imprisoned for embezzling divine clubs. Bitter, sly, but loyal once given purpose.
Convincing them wasn't easy. Varin laughed in her face until she out-argued him in tactics over a tavern chessboard. Edda only agreed when Joan saved one of her patients using system-provided nutritional pills. Grimm scoffed until Joan dangled the promise of outsmarting the corrupt Divine Football Organisation.
By the third week, the system chimed:
[Ding! Staff Recruitment Complete. Requirement fulfilled.]
[Player Count: 11/11. Staff Count: 3/3.]
[Mission Success! Reward Unlocked.]
[Hidden Gems Radar activated. Divine Energy Fragment acquired (0.5%). Broken Talent Repair Progress: 0.6%.]
Joan exhaled. One step forward.
Her ragtag club had no name, any stadium, and no fans. They trained in an open alley, their only equipment cobbled from scraps. But Joan's strategies, guided by flashes of the broken X-grade talent and supplemented by the system, molded them into something resembling a team.
Word spread. Whispers of a "trash club" challenging a minor league match against the Golden Talons—a youth team backed by Aevallure's elite. Yes! Joan's club got no name. According to Divine Football Organisation, a new club will be entitled to a name after they have won a match.
The day came. The stadium was half-full, mostly spectators eager to see Joan humiliated. Her club was away and not on her home stadium or rather pitch that doesn't exist.
The referee's whistle blew.
The Golden Talons attacked ruthlessly. Their players were taller, stronger, sharper. By all logic, Joan's team should have crumbled.
But then—Kai danced through three defenders, flicking the ball over their heads with impossible flair. Mila bent a shot that kissed the post. Golden Talons counterattack. Zira threw himself in front of a thundering strike, saving a goal.
Joan stood at the sidelines, issuing commands. Her system flashed tactical adjustments:
[Formation Shift Suggested: 4-2-3-1 → 3-4-3.]
She barked the orders. Her team obeyed, the system amplifying her voice into their very minds.
Second half. The score was 1–1. The crowd buzzed, disbelieving.
Then came the moment. Rook, invisible on the flank, appeared out of nowhere, intercepting a pass. He slid the ball to Kai, who back-heeled it to Mila. He struck—clean, sharp, unstoppable.
GOOOOOOAAAAALLLLL!!!
The slum-born team led the elite: 1-2.
Moments later, the final whistle blew.
Aftermath
The crowd erupted into chaos. Some jeered, furious that the elite had lost. But others cheered wildly, inspired by the underdogs.
Joan stood still, eyes fixed on the sky. This is only the beginning.
The system chimed softly.
[Ding! Achievement Unlocked: First Victory.]
[Reward: Fan Base Function unlocked. Current Supporters: 127.]
Her chest tightened. Fans. Real fans who chose her, not because of prestige, but because of hope.
Yet even as her team celebrated, Joan felt the weight of the road ahead. The Divine Football Organisation would not ignore her rise for long. They controlled the flow of talents, clubs, and divine energy. For her to challenge them was to challenge the very order of the Gods Realm.
She looked at her players—orphans, misfits, broken people like her—and smiled.
"They think we're trash. Good. Let's show them how dangerous trash can be when it's set on fire."