God Of football-Chapter 270: OVR Boost

The days rolled by in a measured rhythm—training, recovery, analysis, rest. The closer Spain got to their first game, the more the intensity built.

Every session had a purpose. Every drill had an edge. The battle for starting spots was fierce, and Izan was right in the thick of it.

The team’s preparations remained meticulous. Watching their competition had become routine, and in every match they analyzed, there were lessons to be learned.

Croatia was first on Spain’s path, and everyone knew what they were up against.

Modrić. Kovačić. Gvardiol. Perišić.

A team seasoned by experience, fueled by tactical intelligence, and hardened by years of deep tournament runs.

They weren’t a side that crumbled under pressure. They dictated play, broke teams down, and punished mistakes with ruthless efficiency.

This wasn’t just a match. It was a game that could send a statement of their arrival at the Euros. That they were not there to play second fiddle but to challenge for the title

By the time the night before the opener arrived, the weight of expectation settled over the squad like a thick fog.

The Spanish national team gathered in the briefing room after dinner.

Luis de la Fuente stood at the front, flanked by his coaching staff, while the players settled into their seats.

A projector hummed softly, displaying a tactical breakdown of Croatia’s tendencies—how they pressed, how they built up, and where they were vulnerable.

But everyone knew what they were really waiting for.

The lineup announcement.

As de la Fuente clicked to the next slide, the starting eleven appeared on the screen.

Silence.

Then, a ripple of murmurs.

Izan wasn’t there.

Instead, Dani Olmo had been given the nod in the attacking midfield role.

Izan sat motionless, his expression unreadable, but he could feel the glances from his teammates.

Pedri turned slightly, almost as if he wanted to say something, but thought better of it.

Even Morata and Rodri—senior figures in the squad—had taken a second glance at the screen as if checking to see if they had misread it.

Lamine Yamal shifted in his seat, frowning slightly.

It wasn’t that Olmo was a bad choice. He was experienced, technical, and had proven himself at the highest level.

But Izan had been flawless in training.

De la Fuente’s voice cut through the tension.

"This is the team that starts tomorrow," he said firmly. "But everyone here has a role. Whether you start or not, be ready. This is a long tournament."

Izan nodded along with the others, keeping his expression neutral, but inside, his mind was running.

He understood tournament football. He knew rotations were necessary.

But still—he had felt it in training. The chemistry. The fluidity. The sharpness.

He had expected to start but it seemed the coach had other plans.

Later that night, the team returned to their rooms, the tension lingering in the air.

Some players messaged family, some watched highlight reels of past Spain games, and some just lay in bed, letting their thoughts settle.

Izan sat on the edge of his bed, his phone in his hands, the screen dark.

He wasn’t frustrated. Frustration was an emotion that clouded the mind.

He wasn’t angry either. Anger was wasted energy.

But he was determined.

If de la Fuente didn’t think he was the best option right now, then he would become the best option.

Not just for this game. Not just for the group stages.

For the whole tournament.

He took a slow breath.

Then, he made a decision.

"Guess it’s time for an upgrade," Izan said as he thought of his system.

The tool that had elevated him to the level he was now.

And tonight, he would push it further.

He closed his eyes briefly before speaking.

"Max."

A soft, digital hum filled his ears.

[SYSTEM ONLINE. AWAKE AND FUNCTIONAL. HELLO HOST. IT HAS BEEN A WHILE SINCE THAT DUMB FUXK(Author) DOES NOT LET ME APPEAR]

Izan’s gaze hardened at the system’s words before wording his instructions.

"Open the system."

A small whirring sound filled Izan’s mind before the holographic screen materialized in front of him.

He stared at the familiar interface for a while before proceeding to his personal hub.

**PLAYER INFO**

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NAME: [IZAN MIURA HERNANDEZ]

AGE:[16]

HEIGHT:[1.85m (6’1")]

PROFESSION: [FOOTBALLER]

STATUS:[SENIOR TEAM PLAYER]

TEAM: VALENCIA FC/ SPAIN NATIONAL TEAM

SYSTEM EVALUATION:[WONDERKID]

PLAYER RATING: [85/100]

POSITION:[Wing forward/Attacking midfielder]

POTENTIAL:[93]

LEGEND POINTS:[280,800/507,000 to lv5]

SIMULATION POINTS: [540]

STAT POINTS: [64]

STATS

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Speed: 94

Body Control: 86

Spatial Awareness: 85

Technique: 86

Shooting: 86

Passing: 90

Body Strength: 85

Defending: 66

Weak Foot Strength:5 stars

Skill Move:5 stars

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 >

**TRAITS

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: Equipped (offline)

: Equipped(online)

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: Equipped (offline)

: Equipped (online)

: Equipped (online)

: Equipped(offline)

Izan looked at his stat points reminiscing the influx of points he had gotten after winning the Copa del Rey with Valencia and he was going to go all in today.

After staring for a while, Izan didn’t waste much time and began with his upgrade.

Looking at his 80-rated shot power, Izan spent 10 stat points directly before adding another 5 stat points to his strength bringing all his attributes in the body strength category to a 90 rating.

[Host has improved. Displaying stats attributes now]

Body strength:85>90

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Stamina:90

Strength:85>90

Shot power:80>90

Izan nodded at the system’s announcement before quickly moving on to something that had been his weakness for a while.

Defending:66

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Tackles:59

Defensive awareness:74

Interceptions:64

Aerial prowess:66

Although it wasn’t a requirement as a pure attacking midfielder, Izan didn’t like the feeling of the sensation when a player blew past you.

"Add 6 stat points to tackles to bring it up to par then add 1 to defensive awareness then share the 8 stat points equally among interceptions and Aerial Prowess."

Immediately Izan finished speaking, the changes reflected on the screen, his defensive capabilities now brought to par with a decent defender.

Defending:66>70

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Tackles:59>65

Defensive awareness:74>75

Interceptions:64>68

Aerial prowess:66>70

With his weakness curbed a bit, Izam moved to an attribute that could be the deciding factor in big-game moments.

Shooting:86

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Finishing:87

Long shot:87

Freekick:85

Penalties: 85

Izan glanced at the remaining 37 stat points and decided to go all out and splurge them on the finishing stat.

He turned his attention to the freekick and Penalties attribute before designating 5 stat points to each bringing both attributes to the 90-rated barrier.

With that away, Izan continued to spend 10 stat points equally on finishing and long shots bringing both attributes to a similar 92 rating.

Shooting:86>91

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Finishing:87>92

Long shot:87>92

Freekick:85>90

Penalties: 85>90

Ding,

[ 4th 90-rated attribute unlocked. The host has gained an additional 10 stat points. Stats points available are now: 27]

Izan who intended to stop saw the stat points in stock and decided to use them before the author used some stupid plot sword to strike down his armor.

He glanced at his technique attribute which had stagnated since he won the Uefa youth league and opened it.

Technique:86

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Dribbling:86

Ball control:86

Without much thought, Izan splurged 8 stat points each bringing those two attributes to the same as his speed attribute.

Technique:86>94

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Dribbling:86>94

Ball control:86>94

With 11 stat points left, Izan decided to hold onto them in case of any emergency where he needed to suddenly one-up his opponents.

With that Izan returned to his personal hub where his newly upgraded attributes were reflected.

**PLAYER INFO**

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NAME: [IZAN MIURA HERNANDEZ]

AGE:[16]

HEIGHT:[1.85m (6’1")]

PROFESSION: [FOOTBALLER]

STATUS:[SENIOR TEAM PLAYER]

TEAM: VALENCIA FC/ SPAIN NATIONAL TEAM

SYSTEM EVALUATION:[PHENOM]

PLAYER RATING: [88/100]

POSITION:[Wing forward/Attacking midfielder]

POTENTIAL:[96]

LEGEND POINTS:[280,800/507,000 to lv5]

SIMULATION POINTS: [540]

STAT POINTS: [11]

STATS

■ ■ ■ ■ ■

Speed: 94

Body Control: 86>90

Spatial Awareness: 85

Technique: 86>94

Shooting: 86>91

Passing: 90

Body Strength: 85>90

Defending: 66>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

■■■■■■

: Equipped (offline)

: Equipped(online)

: Equipped (offline)

: Equipped (online)

: Equipped (online)

: Equipped(offline)

Ding,

[Host’s OVR has increased from 85 to 88]

After hearing the sound of the system, Izan fell onto his bed, staring at the ceiling as he thought of what he would do when he came on tomorrow.

After a while, Izan quickly succumbed to the grasp of sleep, letting his body rest as he prepared mentally for the game tomorrow.