A NEW LIFE AND SURPRISE

"Ahh!" Leonardo screamed, jolting awake from sleep, finding himself drenched in sweat like someone who had just finished a 5-kilometer marathon.

"Where am I?" he murmured, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. "This doesn't look like my room. Have I been kidnapped? But why? I don't possess anything valuable to offer." Suddenly, he collapsed, clutching his head in agony unlike anything he'd experienced before. Strange memories flooded his mind, pouring out like a dam that had burst. After a few minutes, the pain subsided as if it had never been there.

"This can't be happening. My name is Maxwell, not Leonardo. Have I been reincarnated into someone else's body? This isn't supposed to happen—it's not like those novel scenarios where someone dies and wakes up in another person's body. This is real life," he mused inwardly, pinching his forearm to confirm reality.

"When did I die?" he wondered, reflecting on the last moments of his previous life, recalling the football match he had attended.

"I must have suffered from heartburn after skipping a meal and watching a football match in that sweltering, crowded place," he surmised. "Whose body is this?" he pondered, a fresh wave of memories providing the answers he sought.

"So his name is Leonardo, Alejandro Leonardo—a fifteen-year-old playing for Real Betis academy. What a footballer! He's living the dream I always wanted. How lucky he is! He possesses everything I've ever desired. What fortune! I will surely make the most of this opportunity," he vowed.

Dreaming of a life as a footballer had always been Max's ambition. He began training at the tender age of six, enduring various trials to realize his dream. However, fate had other plans. In a crucial trial match, he had pleaded with his parents to attend. Tragically, after dropping him off at school and promising to return during halftime, Max received the devastating news that his parents had been involved in a fatal accident on their way to watch him play. Since that day, his passion for the game had withered, a regret that haunted him endlessly. There's a saying that when life becomes challenging, it's because humans don't value things that come easily but appreciate the struggles of hard-earned achievements. "Whoever said that?" Max wondered, acknowledging its truth. Following that tragedy, Max found it impossible to concentrate on anything—neither school nor football nor work.

"What year is this?" he asked aloud. "According to his memories, it's 2012. What? 2012? I died in 2011, so I've been gone for a year?" He appeared devoid of life.

"A year," he muttered, devoid of enthusiasm. While contemplating his existence, he heard a resonant sound emanate from his soul, causing every fiber of his being to tremble.

"DING!"

"A SYSTEM!" he exclaimed.

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