God Of football - Chapter 565: Dangerous Levels

Chapter 565: Dangerous Levels

Back in London, the glow hung in the air before Izan-silent, floating, unmistakably alive.

Izan sat still, perched at the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, eyes locked on the translucent interface that hovered just beyond his reach.

The bedroom around him remained dark, save for the pale light washing over his face.

The system had finished loading.

Everything stood in front of him now.

PLAYER INFO

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NAME: [IZAN MIURA HERNANDEZ]

AGE: [17]

HEIGHT: [1.87m (6’1″)]

PROFESSION: [FOOTBALLER]

STATUS: [SENIOR TEAM PLAYER]

TEAM: ARSENAL FC / SPAIN NATIONAL TEAM

SYSTEM EVALUATION: [ONE OF THE BEST IN THE WORLD]

PLAYER RATING: [89/100]

POSITION: [Wing forward / Attacking midfielder]

POTENTIAL: [96]

LEGEND POINTS: [ 320,800/507,000 to Lv.5]

SIMULATION POINTS: [370]

STAT POINTS: [50]

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ATTRIBUTES

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Speed: 94

Body Control: 90

Spatial Awareness: 90(↑ from 85)

Technique: 94

Shooting: 94 (↑ from 91)

Passing: 90

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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Trickster: Equipped (offline)

Incisive Pass: Equipped(online)

Rocket: Equipped (offline)

Pinpoint accuracy: Equipped (online)

Speedster: Equipped (online)

Knuckeball: Equipped(offline)

Phantom Step: Equipped(offline)

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Izan’s eyes moved across the numbers and bars, but he wasn’t skimming.

He was studying.

Measuring.

Feeling the weight of what each point could shift, not just in the data, but in him.

What would unlock next?

What defenders would no longer read.

What shots would stop missing by inches and start going in by instinct?

The system pulsed once more, a single line blinking softly beneath everything else:

Th𝚤ṡ 𝗰h𝙖p𝘵𝘦r 𝙞𝑠 p𝖔𝘴𝐭𝘦𝐝 b𝕪 𝘬ḭ𝐭𝑒𝓃Օ𝙫ℯ𝑙

> Stat points available: 50

> Proceed to the allocation menu?

He didn’t touch anything yet.

Didn’t move.

He just sat there, staring at the live feed of his progress, the blueprint of the player he had become—and the shadow of the one he was about to be.

Everything was ready.

Now it was time to choose.

The interface pulsed once, slower this time.

A subtle shift, like the system itself, was adjusting to something new.

But the system, as always explained it before, he could ask.

> 25 Stat points awarded from the run of match starts in the season. (One point for every game)

> 12 Points awarded based on high-performance index ratings.

> 3 Points granted for Player of the Month awards (x3).

> 10 Points granted for elite-match performance tiers (Derby-level + UCL group).

Then a pause.

Followed by a couple more lines.

> No points awarded for second place in the Ballon d’Or.

> Historical precedent: second is not remembered.

Izan’s lips tightened slightly at that, but he said nothing.

This was the robotic system he had grown to both like and hate at times.

In its cold calculus, Player of the Month was worth more than being runner-up to greatness.

Headlines faded, but performance remained.

Still, fifty stat points.

Fifty was evolution.

It wasn’t just about topping up attributes—it was about recalibrating who he was as a player.

What kind of forward he wanted to be when the pressure doubled, when the eyes multiplied when defenders came with plans tailored only for him?

He could spread the points.

Polish what was already elite.

Or he could sharpen the edges—push spatial awareness closer to omniscient.

Hit finishing to that cruel, clinical level where a half-chance turned into a certainty.

The system shimmered again, and a new menu folded out.

> Begin allocation process?

> Advanced trait unlocks are available at select thresholds.

> Performance milestones updated.

Izan leaned back slightly, eyes flicking over the display one last time.

Fifty points.

Enough to push multiple categories into dangerous territory.

Enough to unlock skills defenders weren’t ready for.

Enough to change how the world would see him six months from now.

The system waited.

Silent. Ready.

“Begin allocation.” Izan chose with a mental flex and quickly, the screen broke into sections

Izan’s focus dropped straight to Speed.

The umbrella stat unfolded with surgical precision, revealing its subcategories:

Acceleration: 94

Sprint Speed: 94

He didn’t pause and just began.

+4 Acceleration

+4 Sprint Speed

The points slid into place with a soft pulse of light, the bars lengthening just slightly before the numbers updated in real-time:

Acceleration: 98

Sprint Speed: 98

The system confirmed it quietly.

[Speed attribute approaching human limit.]

[Current percentile: 99.8% (Footballer Index)]

Izan leaned back, arms resting loosely on his thighs as he looked at the screen, the edges of his mouth pulling into a slow, knowing smirk.

That was it.

That put him past everyone.

No debates.

No disputes.

He didn’t say it aloud, but the number alone spoke volumes.

Faster than the fastest.

Even faster than that boy from France.

The stat hung there, glowing like a crown.

And Izan simply nodded once.

The satisfaction from almost maxing out his speed lingered for only a moment before Izan’s eyes shifted down the interface, the next target already in mind.

Spatial Awareness: 90

He opened the panel.

Three branches revealed themselves beneath the attribute, faint but familiar.

The holy trinity of intelligence on the pitch.

Vision: 91

Positioning: 91

Press Resistance: 88

He didn’t need to overthink this one.

This was where matches were won before the ball even reached his feet.

He tapped on each of the attributes, allocating 5 stat points to each, and one by one, the bars surged forward.

Vision: 96

Positioning: 96

Press Resistance: 93

A second later, the overall stat recalibrated:

Spatial Awareness: 95

The system responded without flair, but the significance hit differently.

This wasn’t showy like speed.

This was chess in a world full of checkers.

His positioning now moved ahead of the defenders’ instincts.

His vision? Only a handful of players throughout history could match him.

Press resistance? A wall inside his own skin.

The kind of awareness that let you exist in space others hadn’t even noticed yet.

Izan stared at the number for a second as he understood what it meant.

He was harder to catch in every way.

He shifted to the next category without pause.

> Body Control: 90

This wasn’t about raw speed or decision-making.

This was about how his body held up when everything else broke down—balance at full sprint, touch in tight pockets, recovery after contact.

The interface unfolded four sub-stats:

Agility: 92

Reactions: 92

Balance: 91

Jumping: 85

Three of them were already in high-performance territory.

But Jumping stood out.

Eighty-five wasn’t poor, but it wasn’t elite for someone chasing history like him.

He hadn’t been actively involved in crosses as he wasn’t seen as someone who attacked the corners, but it helped when breaking through teams who weren’t very good in the air.

He didn’t hesitate and quickly splurged 3 stat points on Agility and Reactions before spending 4 on his balance and then closing out the body control stat by adding 5 stat points on jumping.

The bars moved:

Agility: 95

Reactions: 95

Balance: 95

Jumping: 90

The system recalculated:

> Body Control: 93.8

Almost 94

Not overdone.

Not overbuilt.

Just efficient—where he needed it.

Agility and Reactions were now elite.

No wasted motion, no delay between thought and movement.

Balance, now equal to both, meant control under pressure—shoulder-to-shoulder, mid-dribble, off-balance shots.

And Jumping? Now it mattered.

Now those extra inches were his.

He let the data settle, not to admire it, but to mark the shift.

He checked the point count.

> 38 Points used

> 12 Remaining

And he kept going as only one category remained in his mind.

Passing: 90

It was one of the flashiest parts of his gam, and it was also one of the most important.

The foundation of every attacking move, every pattern, every phase, where he chose not to dribble or shoot, but to orchestrate.

The panel opened into its three core values:

Short Passing: 90

Long Passing: 90

Crossing: 90

This was about control—full control.

Over tempo. Over space.

Over how and where defenders had to move just to respond to him.

He had 12 points left.

And no doubts.

+5 Short Passing

A soft pulse as the bar climbed.

Short Passing: 95

Next,

+4 Long Passing

Long Passing: 94

Then came the last stretch.

+4 Crossing

Crossing: 94

The core stat adjusted.

> Passing: 94

And with that, it was done.

The upgrades—the full fifty—were in place.

Not spread carelessly.

Not dumped into spectacle.

Every point had a purpose.

He sat back and looked at it all.

There was no weak side anymore.

No area where a coach could point and say:

“Here. Here’s where we can press him.”

Those gaps were gone.

He’d closed them.

He glanced at the point tracker, where it showed 0.

With a satisfied expression, Izan went back to his personal hub.

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