Fantasy Football-Chapter 35: Shomolu’s Godfather
[Coach Status Tab]
Name: Mystic Dark
Stage: Amateur-Rank Coach
Level: 3 (64%)
Mana Energy: 11/11
Club Name: Dark Elites
Players: 14
Club Rank: Street-Based
Fan Base Level: F
Real-Life Money: 680,000
B-Coins: 800
Player Coins: 25,500
Mystic was busy watching his system interface the next day while his boys ran drills on the training ground.
There were a lot of increases in his system, and not just his real-life money options; for one, he had gotten a reward of 500 B-Coins, 5,000 Player Coins, and about a 50% boost to his level progression as rewards all because he got his first win.
Though he had seen it the night before, however: he still couldn’t stop checking it every time he had the chance.
The players looked at him and groaned; as many of them were still feeling a little fatigued from last night’s match, though it had only lasted for 45 minutes, but it had been intense, they had to run, tackle, and play more like ruffians than footballers.
It was a match that felt even more stressful than their 90-minute exhibition against Bariga YB.
They’d been hoping that, with how happy their gaffer looked, he would at least tone down training today, just like he did yesterday with a light warm-up before a planned scrimmage.
But Mystic put them straight into some light recovery exercises first to help with match fatigue, before beginning their normal daily training.
Now every bit of joy or arrogance they’d developed from the win they had the last night had disappeared, as they were being worn down.
[Purchase a pack of Energy Water for 1,000 Player Coins (Y/N)]
While his players were practically on their last legs, Mystic went through his system store and purchased a pack of the Energy Water he’d been eyeing for a while.
All this while, he’d told himself he would buy it to help his players avoid fatigue faster; however, it cost 1,000 Player Coins per pack, and Mystic hadn’t felt he could afford to buy it in every training session.
But they had earned him about 5,000 Player Coins the night before, and he believed they deserved the reward today, so he confirmed the purchase.
[Purchased item has been placed at the Nutrition Nook]
Immediately after the purchase, he got a notification from the system notifying him that the water was in his nutrition nook, Mystic had been wondering how he was actually going to get the water.
He really didn’t want to pull it out of his inventory, but clearly he wasn’t the only one thinking about avoiding embarrassing moments, as the system had made sure to help him out there.
“Hey X, have one of the bots in the nutrition nook bring the water pack here.” Mystic turned toward his bubbly AI bot and gave the directive, then called his players to rest for a while and drink the water that would be brought to them soon.
He was still addressing them when he realized most of his players were looking behind him, and very soon even he was forced to turn his gaze to the spot they were staring at, what he saw left him perplexed.
“Boys, I’ll be with you shortly, just take the water and rest for a while,” Mystic said before he started walking toward the four men who were heading his way.
At the front were two men, one was his uncle and the other was Viper, those two he knew fairly well, but what surprised him was how they seemed to be escorting the man behind them with a bit of respect.
Behind them was a man dressed in a fine, hand-tailored suit with a matching overcoat that flowed behind him as he kept both his hands laced in his pocket.
From a single glance, Mystic felt anyone could tell the man had an authoritative aura around him: in fact even the way he wore his hat made him look like a Godfather.
That wasn’t all: a fourth man walked behind him, holding an umbrella to shade the man in the middle from the sun.
The man with the umbrella was built perfectly in a hulking way, and Mystic didn’t need a soothsayer to know he was the bodyguard of whoever was being brought to him, so he started walking toward them.
“Uncle.” Mystic greeted his uncle with a tight hug the moment they closed the distance, then threw Viper a nod, which Viper returned with one of his own.
“Mystic, there is someone eager to talk to you,” Alfred said, gesturing toward the man in the overcoat behind him.
“My name is Damien Idris, but those who know me call me Don ID, and I’ve come to you today with a proposition,” Don ID said to Mystic with a smile. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Though he spoke politely, however; the way he carried himself gave Mystic the feeling of a Godfather delivering an offer one couldn’t refuse.
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The next ten minutes passed in a blur as Mystic led Don ID, his uncle, and Viper to his nearby office, as he figured it would be a better place to talk than the training pitch with his players close by.
Once the man began speaking, Mystic finally understood why he had come, even in the underground soccer world there are different bosses, and Don ID happened to be the Don of the Shomolu area.
He had investments in many legitimate clubs in Shomolu, and all they had to do was show up sometimes and play in underground matches.
He also helped underground teams with funds to turn them into legitimate clubs, which left them owing the Shomolu underground gang a debt and ensured they showed up when called.
That way, he could rile up underground fans and still make steady returns from the teams he’d invested in.
However, his disappointment was that none of the Shomolu teams had been able to field a full squad of Silver-rank players.
Meaning the Shomolu area didn’t have any Silver-rank team, and after he watched the Dark Elitez play, he had a very good feeling about them, so he came with a proposition to invest ten million Alliance credits into the club to help them sign players who could make them compete at the top stage quickly.
All he wanted in return was for Mystic to keep playing in the underground scene once in a while, and for him to become a silent part-owner on the side.
“No, I’m sorry, but I’ll have to reject your offer,” Mystic said almost instantly after Don ID finished speaking; he wasn’t having any of it.
Don ID looked genuinely surprised to be rejected so quickly; from the way Mystic handled it, he could tell Mystic had already made up his mind against the proposal, and nothing he said would change it.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why have you rejected my offer? Is it because of the bias and prejudice shown toward legitimate clubs with ties to the underground? I can assure you I do not plan to exert influence over your team in any way, nor do I plan to have you throw matches,” Don ID said, keeping a balanced expression.
“It’s quite simple, actually, I have no intention of sharing ownership of my club with anyone, as for playing in the underground scene, I do plan to use that for as long as I can; I don’t care what others think.”
“I believe my wishes align with yours—namely, that I still participate in underground matches and as for reaching Silver level, of course I have a plan. It may look hard since I don’t yet have the funds to push my team there, but you’d best believe I’ll do my very best to get my team to that level,” Mystic finished, and Don ID couldn’t help but smile.
