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Chapter 349: New League, New Upgrades[Golden Ticket Chapter] · Oct 10, 2026

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301 Chapter 301: La Bleus Vs La Roja[ Golden Ticket]] 2026-10-10
302 Chapter 302: Cruel Start [1] 2026-10-10
303 Chapter 303: Cruel Start [2] 2026-10-10
304 Chapter 304: Something Different 2026-10-10
305 Chapter 305: Ronaldo’s Incarnation 2026-10-10
306 Chapter 306: Revamped 2026-10-10
307 Chapter 307: The Smiling Reaper. 2026-10-10
308 Chapter 308: Fantastic Four [Golden ticket] 2026-10-10
309 Chapter 309: Euro Finalists 2026-10-10
310 Chapter 310: One Of The Greats 2026-10-10
311 Chapter 311: Late Night Antics 2026-10-10
312 Chapter 312: Youths Of Spain 2026-10-10
313 Chapter 313: Field General 2026-10-10
314 Chapter 314: Cohesion 2026-10-10
315 Chapter 315: Hours Away 2026-10-10
316 Chapter 316: Gearing Up 2026-10-10
317 Chapter 317: Empire’s Echo [Golden Ticket Chapter] 2026-10-10
318 Chapter 318: Cometh Hour, Cometh Boy 2026-10-10
319 Chapter 319: Halfway Through Glory 2026-10-10
320 Chapter 320: England’s Knight [Golden Ticket] 2026-10-10
321 Chapter 321: King Harry 2026-10-10
322 Chapter 322: Football, Not Coming Home 2026-10-10
323 Chapter 323 - 30 Minutes 2026-10-10
324 Chapter 324: King Of Spain 2026-10-10
325 Chapter 325: Individual Honors[Golden tickets] 2026-10-10
326 Chapter 326: New Level [Golden Ticket] 2026-10-10
327 Chapter 327: Roof-Top Celebrations [Golden tickets] 2026-10-10
328 Chapter 328: Personal Commitments 2026-10-10
329 Chapter 329: Unexpected Meeting 2026-10-10
330 Chapter 330: Menacing Agent 2026-10-10
331 Chapter 331: Headlines 2026-10-10
332 Chapter 332: Just A Player [Golden ticket] 2026-10-10
333 Chapter 333: Sharks Circling 2026-10-10
334 Chapter 334: Hottest On The Market 2026-10-10
335 Chapter 335: Early Bids[1000 Top Fans special ] 2026-10-10
336 Chapter 336: Paris’s Sincerity 2026-10-10
337 Chapter 337: Lucrative Offer 2026-10-10
338 Chapter 338: Pulling Power Of Los Blancos 2026-10-10
339 Chapter 339: New Competition 2026-10-10
340 Chapter 340: Things Changed [Luxury Car chapter. Daoist Adquiro] 2026-10-10
341 Chapter 341: Decisions [luxury Car by Sam Kupers] 2026-10-10
342 Chapter 342: Decision Made 2026-10-10
343 Chapter 343: Done Deal 2026-10-10
344 Chapter 344: Last Session [Golden Ticket chapter] 2026-10-10
345 Chapter 345: Arrival In Colney 2026-10-10
346 Chapter 346: Unveiling 2026-10-10
347 Chapter 347: Unveiled 2026-10-10
348 Chapter 348: New Scenery 2026-10-10
349 Chapter 349: New League, New Upgrades[Golden Ticket Chapter] 2026-10-10
350 Chapter 350: One Of The Best 2026-10-10

Chapter 349: New League, New Upgrades[Golden Ticket Chapter]

Izan rolled his shoulders as he entered his apartment, his body still warm from the run.

His breath had steadied, but the lingering energy in his muscles reminded him that he was built for more than just casual jogs.

He made his way to the bathroom, peeling off his hoodie and tossing it onto a nearby chair before stepping under theol stream of water.

The sensation was refreshing, washing away the sweat and tension from his morning routine.

As the water ran over him, he let himself think—not about football, not about expectations, but simply about the city.

London was still unfamiliar in many ways, but there was something about it that he liked.

The way people moved. The way they gave him space.

By the time he stepped out, towel around his shoulders, the scent of fresh air and lingeringlogne clung to his skin.

Ding.

The sound echoed through the apartment.

Izan glanced at the system notification first out of habit, but this time, it wasn’t from that.

It was the food delivery.

Pulling on a simple T-shirt and joggers, he made his way to the door, running a hand through his slightly damp hair before unlocking it.

A neatly packed paper bag sat on the floor, the delivery driver already gone.

Izan picked it up, the warmth of the meal seeping through the packaging. He carried it inside, setting it on the kitchenunter.

The morning was still quiet. The city, the club, the expectations—theyuld all wait.

For now, he just wanted to eat.

...…..

Izan set his chopsticks down, the last remnants of his meal finished.

The warm flavors still lingered on his tongue, but his mind had already moved on.

He leaned back slightly, stretching his arms over his head before exhaling.

Then, with a slight shift in his gaze, he called it out.

”System.”

A familiar hum resonated—not in the air, but in his mind.

[SYSTEM ONLINE.]

The text materialized in his vision, clean and sharp, ampanied by that familiar pulse of energy that only heuld feel.

[Congratulations, Izan. Your transfer to Arsenal has beenmpleted. A new chapter begins.]

”Thank you Max” Izan said with a slight grudge at the system influencing his decision in choosing a club.

He watched as the words faded before the systemntinued.

[With this transition, your career trajectory has shifted. New opportunities, new challenges, and new objectives will be presented in due time.]

His fingers tapped idly against the table. Then, without hesitation, he spoke again.

”Open my personal hub.”

[ACCESSING PERSONAL HUB.]

The air seemed to tighten for a brief moment before the interface unfolded before him—familiar yet ever-changing.

**PLAYER INFO**

■■■■■■■■■

NAME: [IZAN MIURA HERNANDEZ]

AGE:[16]

HEIGHT:[1.85m (6’1”)]

PROFESSION: [FOOTBALLER]

STATUS:[SENIOR TEAM PLAYER]

TEAM: ARSENAL FC/ SPAIN NATIONAL TEAM

SYSTEM EVALUATION:[PHENOM]

PLAYER RATING: [88/100]

POSITION:[Wing forward/Attacking midfielder]

POTENTIAL:[96]

LEGEND POINTS:[300,800/507,000 to lv5]

SIMULATION POINTS: [540]

STAT POINTS: [61]

STATS

■ ■ ■ ■ ■

Speed: 94

Body Control: 90

Spatial Awareness: 85

Technique: 94

Shooting: 91

Passing: 90

Body Strength: 90

Defending: 70

Weak Foot Strength:5 stars

Skill Move:5 stars

SKILLS POSSESSED

■■■■■■■■■■■■

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 >

**TRAITS

■■■■■■

trickster: Equipped (offline)

Incisive Pass: Equipped(online)

rocket: Equipped (offline)

pinpoint accuracy: Equipped (online)

speedster: Equipped (online)

Knuckeball: Equipped(offline)

Izan’s eyes scanned over the familiar interface, his player info displayed as precisely as ever.

His name, age, and stats were all the same—unchanged. But as his gaze settled on the section listing his club, he noticed it.

TEAM: ARSENAL FC / SPAIN NATIONAL TEAM

The words ”Valencia CF” were no longer there.

For a moment, he simply looked at it. Not with nostalgia, not with regret, but with the quiet acceptance of reality.

It was official in every sense now. His new club, his new surroundings, his new future.

Izan exhaled softly through his nose, shifting his focus.

His player rating stood at 88, an elite number for someone his age or any player, but not the peak.

The potential was there—96—a number that loomed over him like an unfinished task.

Then there were the numbers beneath it.

Legend Points: [300,800/507,000 to lv5]

Simulation Points: [540]

Stat Points: [61]

Izan leaned back slightly, his fingers tapping the side of the table as hensidered his next steps.

His skills were progressing steadily. Some were on the verge of breakthroughs, others still needed refinement.

His traits, equipped and unequipped, sat there like weapons in an armory, waiting to be drawn at the right time.

But all of it boiled down to one thing—he had work to do.

Arsenal had invested. Now, it was up to him to deliver.

Izan leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as his eyes flicked over his stats again.

Numbers, ratings, percentages—it was all structured, measurable, and in some ways,mforting. But they only told part of the story.

The Premier League wasn’t La Liga. He had watched enough of it to know that.

It was faster—more relentless. Every team, from the titlentenders to the ones fighting relegation, played at an intensity thatuld break players who weren’t prepared.

The physicality was different too. La Liga had its share of tough battles, but England?

Here, defenders threw themselves into challenges without hesitation. The duels were harder, the demands higher.

He needed to adapt.

His speed was already elite at 94, and his bodyntrol at 90 gave him the balance to weave through defenders.

That wouldn’t change. But he’d need to fine-tune how he used it.

Defenders in England were aggressive—they’d rush in,mmit, and if he wasn’t careful, they’d clatter into him before he even got a chance to turn.

His body strength at 90 was solid, but was it enough?

The defenders here were built differently. Taller, broader, used to wrestling strikers off the ball.

He’d need to improve his ability to hold them off, especially if he played centrally at times.

Then there was his spatial awareness—85. It was good, but he knew it needed to be better.

The Premier League moved too quickly for hesitation.

Passing lanes closed in an instant, pressing traps were set before you even received the ball.

He’d have to process the game faster and make decisions in a heartbeat.

His defending at 70 wasn’t a majorncern for now, but ituldn’t be ignored either. Arsenal played a high-pressing game.

If he wanted to stay in Arteta’s plans, heuldn’t just be a luxury player who switched off without the ball.

Then there were his skills.

La Croqueta. Cruyff Turn. Sombrero. Roulette. He had worked on them, but he needed more than just technique—he needed efficiency.

In LaLiga, there had been moments to express himself, to take his time. In England, every move had to serve a purpose.

He exhaled.

It wasn’t about reinventing himself. It was about refining and evolving.

And that was what he was here to do.

Izan exhaled, his gaze fixed on his personal hub. He navigated to his stats, his fingers hovering over the allocation menu.

Without hesitation, he allocated 10 stat points, splitting them evenly between Vision and Positioning, pushing both from 85 to 90.

Immediately, he felt a shift—not physical, but an awareness settling in. His ability to read the game, to anticipate movements, had sharpened.

Next, he turned his attention to Press Resistance, another crucial aspect of his game. He allocated another 10 stat points, raising it from 75 to 85.

With that, his Spatial Awareness—the fusion of Vision, Positioning, and Press Resistance—solidified at 88.

A subtle pulse ofnfirmation ran through the system.

With his Spatial Awareness settled, Izan shifted his focus.

Shooting.

It had always been one of his strongest attributes, but he wasn’t satisfied.

His finishing was elite, his long shots deadly, but in the Premier League, small marginsuld make the difference.

A tighter angle, a split-snd decision—perfection wasn’t an option. It was a necessity.

He allocated 3 points each to Finishing and Long Shots.

[FINISHING: 91 → 94]

[LONG SHOTS: 90 → 93]

Then, without hesitation, he spent 5 points each on Penalties and Free Kicks.

[PENALTIES: 90 → 95]

[FREE KICKS: 90 → 95]

His Shooting Attribute adjusted.

[SHOOTING: 91 → 94]

The numbers settled. Izan leaned back slightly, eyes sharp. This wasn’t just about ring.

It was aboutntrol, about knowing that in any scenario—whether a tight space or a distant strike—his technique wouldn’t fail him.

Before Izanuld move on, a notification pulsed in his vision.

[NEW SKILL AVAILABLE]

A red glow that looked inviting, pulsed but it appeared under the Spatial Awareness category.

He flexed an instruction, his eyes narrowing slightly as the details loaded.

Skill: Phantom Step

Level: 1 (0%)

Description: A high-level off-the-ball movement technique that allows the user to manipulate defensive lines by feinting positioning and shifting their body weight subtly.

When mastered, defenders will struggle to track movement, creating pockets of space where none seemed to exist.

Izan leaned back, exhaling slightly.

This… was different.

Most skills were about what he did with the ball. This was about how he moved without it.

A skill like this meant defenders would have an even harder time marking him.

With his already elite speed and awareness, it would make him even more elusive—a ghost in the attacking third.

He had seen players with similar movements—Inzaghi in his prime, David Silva weaving between lines, even Thomas Müller, the Raumdeuter himself.

Now, it was his turn.

A smirk tugged at his lips.

This was getting interesting.

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