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Luca Herrera has nothing but a ball, a dream, and a father who believes in him.

At fifteen, he's growing up in the shadows of Barcelona, in a neighborhood where hope is rare and talent goes unnoticed. But Luca’s feet speak a language few understand—until one summer night, everything changes.

A mysterious system awakens within him. Stats. Quests. Skills. A legendary template

Suddenly, the impossible becomes real. Faster dribbling. Sharper vision. A path to glory.

But the journey from the streets to the spotlight isn’t just about talent—it’s about hunger, pressure, records, and sacrifice. As the world begins to take notice, Luca must decide what kind of legend he’s going to become.

The system can help him rise.
But only he can break the game.

System 10: Record Breaker

75th Minute – Score: 0–0

As Luca jogged onto the pitch, everything else seemed to fade—the crowd, the lights, even the noise. It was just him and the game now. Number 80 on his back. The badge of FC Barcelona on his chest.

He took his position on the left wing, bouncing on his toes, eyes scanning the field. Pedri jogged over and gave him a quick fist bump.

"Play free, bro. You see it? Go for it."

Luca nodded. No fear. Just instinct.

Barça had been grinding, but the rhythm hadn't cracked the wall Barbastro had built. Until now.

First touch — smooth. A long switch from Pedri found Luca, and he brought it down with the outside of his right foot, glued to his laces. One touch inside, a quick burst, and he was already skipping past the fullback.

"¡Vamos!" Flick shouted from the sideline, clapping.

He cut in, slipped a short pass to Pedri, and moved again.

He was already waking up the left side.

81st Minute – The First Spark

Luca dropped deep to receive the ball from Christensen. One look, and he saw Lamine cutting inside from the right like a flash of lightning.

He waited — timing — then pinged a left-footed diagonal ball behind the defense.

Perfect weight. Perfect line.

Lamine didn't even need a touch. He let it bounce once, then slotted it low under the keeper.

The bench exploded. Lamine pointed across the field, right at Luca, grinning wide. Luca raised both hands, calm but smiling, heart pounding in his chest.

The commentators were already buzzing:

"Who is this kid wearing number 80? What a pass!"

"Luca just unlocked this game like a veteran!"

Flick turned to his assistant, nodding.

"He's special. I told you."

Barbastro pushed higher now. They had to.

Pedri switched it again — Luca wide left, one-on-one. He faked inside, then darted outside. The fullback bit hard, slipping slightly as Luca accelerated.

He whipped in a low, driven cross without looking up.

Boom — right foot finish. Clean. Clinical.

2–0. Game over.

Luca turned, sprinted toward the corner flag, arms wide, teammates flooding him. Lewy caught up first, ruffled his hair and pulled him into a hug.

"That's how you serve it, young blood."

88th Minute – Confidence

Now every touch from Luca oozed confidence. He danced along the sideline, using quick one-twos with Gavi and Pedri. Even the Barbastro fans had to clap when he nutmegged their captain in the dying minutes.

The Barça bench watched with pride — and a bit of disbelief.

Flick looked over at his assistant again.

"We don't have to wait years," he said quietly. "He's ready now."

Full-Time: Barbastro 0 – 2 Barcelona

As the whistle blew, Luca jogged off the field, sweat dripping, heart racing. The older players clapped him on the back, whispered little compliments in his ear.

He sat on the bench for a second, looking at the scoreboard.

Two assists. Seventy-five minutes in.

Chapter 34 – Enter Luca (part 2)