London, January 2039, it's a sunny day, and a 32-year-old man leaves work.
That man is Mike Wager, a man simultaneously admired and despised by all of London, but one thing is undeniable: everyone would like a life like his.
A second-generation rich man, flush with money since childhood, a playboy with a successful career in real estate that has brought him out of his wealthy father's shadow.
Mike Wager was leaving work and quickly headed toward his limited-edition Lamborghini Sian FKP 37 waiting nearby.
"Take me home," he said to the driver.
Shortly afterward, something our protagonist never expected happened.
"BANG!"
While he was looking at his phone out of the corner of his eye, he saw a car swerve, its driver shouting, and the car barreling toward him.
As if it were a movie, he saw everything in slow motion and even had time to think.
*I can't believe it, a fucking head-on collision*.
Shortly afterward:
Mike opened his eyes and looked around, expecting to wake up in the hospital. Instead, he realized he was in his room—or rather, his old room.
A medium-sized room, elegantly decorated, just like an arrogant child proud of his family's wealth.
On the shelf were countless models of the most famous supercars, and every major clothing brand had its own dedicated shelf.
Mike woke up with a start and was stunned.
He looked around and immediately grabbed his iPhone 11, which was charging on the nightstand.
Mike stared at it in terror for at least two minutes. He couldn't believe the date he saw: 06/01/2020.
Exactly 19 years before his death, he immediately got out of bed and went to the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror.
Yes, he was a 13-year-old boy again.
In the mirror, he saw his former self: a handsome and refined noble face. He was 1.72 meters tall, with a slim build, but with muscles that were quite evident, though not excessive. His hair and eyes were an almost oppressive yet sparkling black.
Overall, he was one of the most handsome kids in London, and for a thirteen-year-old, he was considered tall.
"What happened!" Mike almost shouted.
Obviously, he was surprised, if not even terrified. He had read manga and web novels as a youth, but not enough to be prepared for a situation like this. He was a Londoner, not Japanese or Chinese.
It took him more than ten minutes to absorb it and head downstairs to breakfast.
His mother, Jane Brown, and his father, Tom Wager, were waiting for him downstairs. His mother was a beautiful woman with features comparable to a model, unlike his father, who was a middle-aged man of average good looks.
"Come eat right away, you have to go to school later, kid. I remind you, the Christmas holidays are over," his father told him, with a look somewhere between stern and loving.
Of course, Mike had a father and mother who loved him dearly, almost like a classic cliché of second-generation rich kids.
"Hi Dad, hi Mom." He immediately sat down, careful not to show any strange reactions after his return to the past.
He ate breakfast quickly, put on his school uniform, and quickly headed to the car waiting outside his house to take him to his private school.
Mike lived with his family in the London neighborhood called Chelsea, and it took him about 15 minutes to get to Wetherby Senior School.
As soon as he entered, he headed for his classroom. He was desperate; after all, he'd never done well in school; let's say he was barely surviving. At that age, he was still a promising soccer player who devoted himself entirely to that, and in his free time, he hung out with friends, not even thinking about school.
*Speaking of soccer...* thought Mike.
*I'm 13 now, so in a little less than a year, I'll get the injury that will ruin my life.*
After finishing his morning classes, he headed to the lunchroom where everyone sat at the long, elegant tables with the teachers.
Of course, the school offered a healthy, quality lunch, given that it was a private school attended only by London's wealthiest.
Shortly after lunch, he met up with his friends, who were also second-generation rich.
"Yo, Mike, how was your vacation? No one saw you on vacation these days," he heard the voice coming from behind him.
He turned and saw his best friend Gim followed by the rest of his friends.
"Everything went well. Of course, I've been practicing soccer the whole time," he replied.
Gim: "Dude, you have to stop playing that sport, it's a sport for commoners. You should play rugby with us."
Mike: "Don't be a pain, you know how passionate I am. Haha."
"Bye, Anna, bye, Mary," I quickly greeted his two friends who had just emerged from behind Tom.
"Bye, Mike, we missed you," they replied.
"Hey Tom, are you trying to convince my little Mike to give up soccer again?" Cruz Beckham arrived. Unlike Mike and Tom, he was 15, two years older.
To Cruz, Mike was like a little brother and had always supported him in his football career.
Tom: "Come on, Cruz, don't joke. If I really wanted to convince him, I'd wait until tomorrow. After all, you're moving to Millfield School today."
At 4:30 PM, after school ended, he finally got home after climbing into the black SUV driven by his family's chauffeur and grabbed a quick snack.
*I'm 13 now, I have a future ahead of me... I can finally dedicate myself to what I've always dreamed of: soccer. Last time I was injured and never fully recovered. This time, it won't be that way.*
At 5:30 PM, he had his daily soccer practice; he played for Chelsea's Under-14 team; after all, he'd always been talented.
"Bye, Mom, I'm off to training."
"See you later, son."
After arriving at Chelsea's training center, he immediately went to get changed with enthusiasm; after all, he hadn't touched a ball since his injury, and his blood was boiling with adrenaline.
After putting on his training uniform, he went out onto the pitch, and as soon as he set foot on the grass, something incredible happened.
*What does this mean?*
The writing appeared before his eyes:
/THE FOOTBALL GOD SYSTEM/
10% loading
In a few seconds...
20%
30%
60%
80%
90%
100%
/PLEASE WAIT/
100%
/LOADING COMPLETE, INSTALLATION SUCCESSFUL/
/Welcome, guest, I'm the Football God System.
Would you like an explanation of the system's functions?
YES NO
/
Mike stopped dead in his tracks, stunned; he really hadn't expected this. After a few seconds of standing still, he finally pressed the YES button.
/You can access the system with just a thought. You can do the same with the three categories I have.
PLAYER STATS
STORE
OBJECTIVES
At the bottom left of the system, you can see your soccer points, which you can earn through achievements and spend in the store.
That's all!/