God Of football-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 the cool 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 lingering cologne 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 kitchen counter.

The morning was still quiet. The city, the club, the expectations—they could 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, accompanied by that familiar pulse of energy that only he could feel.

[Congratulations, Izan. Your transfer to Arsenal has been completed. 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 system continued.

[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**

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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

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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

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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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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 he considered 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, comforting. 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 title contenders to the ones fighting relegation, played at an intensity that could 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 body control 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, commit, 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 major concern for now, but it couldn’t be ignored either. Arsenal played a high-pressing game.

If he wanted to stay in Arteta’s plans, he couldn’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 of confirmation 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 margins could make the difference.

A tighter angle, a split-second 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 scoring.

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

Before Izan could 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.