Chapter 792: Overclocked Abilities.
"Enough of that," he murmured under his breath as another thought surfaced and a new interface opened.
[Personal Tab – Player Info]
"Player Info..." he whispered, tapping the air with a thought to expand it further, and soon, his stats, traits and skills began unrolling further down until it ended with the New traits.
PLAYER INFO
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NAME: [IZAN MIURA HERNANDEZ]
AGE: [17]
HEIGHT: [1.88m (6’1")]
PROFESSION: [FOOTBALLER]
STATUS: [SENIOR TEAM PLAYER]
TEAM: ARSENAL FC / SPAIN NATIONAL TEAM
SYSTEM EVALUATION: [THE BEST IN THE WORLD/ CURRENT GEN]
PLAYER RATING: [94/100]
POSITION: [Wing forward / Attacking midfielder]
POTENTIAL: [98]
LEGEND POINTS: [ 841,000/507,000 to Lv 5{Upgrade Available}]
SIMULATION POINTS: [970]
STAT POINTS: [37]
SUPER POINTS: [79]
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ATTRIBUTES
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Speed: 98
Body Control: 94
Spatial Awareness: 95
Technique: 94
Shooting: 94
Passing: 94
Body Strength: 90
Defending: 70
Weak Foot Strength: ★★★★★(5)
Skill Moves: ★★★★★(5)
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SKILLS POSSESSED
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Stepovers: [Lv 3] 50% Completion
La Croqueta: [Lv 2] 40% Completion
Cruyff Turn: [Lv 3] 17% Completion
Roulette: [Lv 2] 64% Completion
Rabona: [Lv 1] 99% Completion
Sombrero: [Lv 2] 10% Completion
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TRAITS
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trickster: Equipped (offline)
Incisive Pass: Equipped(online)
rocket: Equipped (offline)
Pinpoint accuracy: Equipped (online)
speedster: Equipped (online)
Knuckeball: Equipped(offline)
Phantom Step: Equipped(offline)
Moment Seeker {New} [Passive]
Mirror Dribble {New}: Equipped(Offline)
Izan’s gaze lingered on the numbers, the neatly arranged bars and stars that measured every part of his game.
Ninety-four overall.
Just six steps short of perfection, if you believed in such things, but those six steps were probably going to be harder to do than him climbing to 94.
> Stat points available: 37
> Super points available: 79
> Proceed to the allocation menu?
Izan watched the glowing [YES/NO] tab in front of him before he clicked the latter, with the Attributes splitting into their various segments.
Izan’s eyes drifted to the number that glowed brightest on the screen.
Speed: 98.
A slow smirk crept across his face as his thoughts showed on his face.
"Time to bring something already inhumane to... ungodly."
He focused, and the attribute unfolded into two neat lines.
Acceleration: 98
Sprint Speed: 98
His first instinct was to throw a few of his unused stat points at it.
A mental nudge was all it took, but the system pulsed, cutting him off with a soft chime.
[Stat points cannot be applied to capped attributes. Conversion to Super Points is required.]
Izan blinked, then groaned, rubbing his temple with his knuckle.
Of course.
A mental facepalm.
"I forgot about that."
Still, he switched to his Super Points pool and, without overthinking it, invested two each into both acceleration and sprint.
The numbers shifted instantly.
Acceleration: 100
Sprint Speed: 100
And just as they did, the screen glimmered gold.
[Achievement unlocked: The First to Break the Ceiling.]
Description: You are the only footballer in history to achieve an attribute in the triple digits.
System analysis: Your speed is now equivalent to Usain Bolt’s heyday.
For a heartbeat, Izan just stared.
He wasn’t naïve; he knew he was fast, he was before this, and he knew defenders and nobody could keep up.
But now, it was just ungodly.
To have it written out, quantified, compared to the fastest man alive at his peak... it sank into his chest like a weight.
Thiswasn’t just football anymore.
He was straying into dangerous territory, into something that almost felt sinful.
[Bonus: All Super Points used for this upgrade have been refunded.]
But the moment the said message came, Izan pinched the bridge of his nose and let out another frustrated sigh.
"You’ve got to be kidding me... If I’d known that, I would’ve held back one and got it for free."
"Why didn’t you just say that earlier?" he muttered.
The system pulsed again, its voice steady, almost serene.
[Ask, and it shall be given to you. Seek, and you shall find. Knock, and it shall be opened unto you.]
Izan froze, jaw tightening.
Scripture.
For a moment, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cross himself.
Instead, he dragged a hand down his face and exhaled slowly.
That was when a banner unfurled across the holographic page.
—OVERCLOCK OPTION AVAILABLE—
Would you like to exceed the limit?
He sat up slightly, squinting at the prompt.
"Over the limit? You mean... beyond one hundred?"
The system fell silent as the pause stretched until Izan thought it wouldn’t answer.
Then, finally—
[Confirmed. Unlocking higher thresholds is possible. Requirement: 20 Super Points (conversion equivalent: 70 Stat Points).]
Izan hissed through his teeth.
"That’s daylight robbery, and why are the conversion rates messed up?"
His mind flicked between the number and the cost, weighing it up.
His rationale screamed to back out, to hold onto the points.
But his curiosity... his curiosity was stronger.
"Fine," he muttered as the points drained, and the numbers ticked over.
Acceleration: 101
Sprint Speed: 101
Izan leaned back, waiting for something more. "That’s it?"
"Come on, even some cool sound effect-,"but before he could complete, his answer came in the form of agony.
His legs seized like metal jammed in a furnace, as if a car had slammed into him at full force.
His whole body jolted under the sheets, teeth clamping down to choke back a scream, but it came, at least it was going to come before,
[Sealing measures activated. Exposure blocked. Duration: thirty seconds.]
Thirty seconds, but to Izan, it felt like hours.
Every nerve from hip to ankle burned, reshaped, reforged.
He was drenched in sweat, his chest rising and falling like he had run ten marathons, and when the pain finally released, he lay gasping, shirt plastered to his skin, hair damp against his forehead.
Beside him, Olivia stirred as her hand grazed his shoulder in sleepy instinct.
"...Izan? Come back to bed..."
He pushed her hand gently back, forcing his breathing to even out.
"I’m fine," he whispered.
Pulling his pyjama trousers aside, he stared at his legs.
The muscles pulsed faintly, glowing with residual heat, as though they’d been hammered and quenched by a blacksmith.
The sight made his stomach twist.
"Why the hell didn’t you warn me?" he growled, but the system pulsed calmly.
[Disclaimer was available. You did not read it.]
Izan let out a bark of laughter, half-amused, half-exasperated.
He touched his backside, a fleeting panic checking if he’d pissed or worse.
But he got nothing.
"At least I didn’t shit myself," he muttered, collapsing back onto the couch in the corner, the ridiculous coffee bean-shaped thing Olivia had insisted on buying.
He wiped his face with his sleeve, still sticky with sweat.
His eyes flicked warily back to the screen, glowing with quiet menace.
"Alright," he sighed, shifting against the couch. "What else have you got for me?"
Because after that... he wasn’t taking any chances.
Izan scrolled down until the next cluster of numbers filled the holographic pane.
Passing: 94
Short Passing: 94
Long Passing: 94
Crossing: 94
A grin tugged at his lips.
"Not bad. But why stop at ninety-four?"
He didn’t think twice this time.
"System, put six points each into all three."
The glow of his Super Points pool shrank in an instant, digits falling as the numbers reshaped themselves.
Short Passing: 100
Long Passing: 100
Crossing: 100
Izan leaned back, waiting.
Expecting.
The familiar rush of golden light, the congratulatory banner, and the points refund that had bailed him out with speed.
But nothing came.
Just silence.
The screen hummed as if mocking him, and the numbers sat there, still and unmoved.
His smile collapsed into a scowl.
"Max, where’s the points back?"
The system stayed quiet for an uncomfortably long beat.
Then, finally—
[That was a one-time reward. No further refunds will be issued.]
Izan stared at the ceiling, jaw tightening, fighting the urge to shout.
The only thing saving him was the darkness outside.
If it had been broad daylight, the neighbours might have heard him.
"Unbelievable," he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. "You really know how to test me, don’t you?"
He tapped his fingers against his knee. "Can I reverse this?"
"No."
A flat, cold finality.
Izan closed his eyes and pressed his palm over his face, sitting there motionless for a while as the silence stretched, broken only by the faint hum of the system.
At last, he dropped his hand, shaking his head with a wry smile.
"No use crying over spilt milk."
The banner pulsed again across the screen.
—OVERCLOCK OPTION AVAILABLE—
Would you like to exceed the limit?
Izan let out a sharp laugh under his breath.
"Ragebaiting me isn’t gonna work."
He waved it off, but the temptation sat heavy in his chest.
The memory of his legs, how they’d burned, how they’d felt rebuilt from the inside out, lingered.
He hadn’t even tested the new speed yet, but deep down he knew.
Something had shifted.
Something was waiting.
His fingers twitched at the side of his thigh. "No," he said firmly, shaking his head.
"Not tonight."
Then he tilted his head, a thought sliding through.
"But if my speed’s broken the limit, my body needs to handle it too."
The system pulsed brightly, responding with rare immediacy.
[Excellent choice. Neglecting the balance between physical attributes and speed would have resulted in catastrophic strain.]
The holographic text unfurled again, this time less like a reward and more like a warning.
[Projected outcome had this adjustment been ignored: Repeated hamstring tears, severe ligament stress, high risk of permanent injury. Career longevity: compromised.]
Izan’s breath hitched at the message.
He sat up straighter, pulling in a deep lungful of air as his body felt suddenly heavier, as if the room itself understood the gravity of what could’ve been.
He let out a long exhale, shaking his head with a half-smile that wasn’t quite amused.
"You really could’ve killed me."