David Drinkwater lived his entire career as football's biggest joke.

Thirty seven years old, rejected by every major club, and called a "club whore" by fans across Europe, but at Wembley Stadium, in the rain, he finally proved them wrong.

Championship playoff final between Millwall and Norwich, and in the 90th minute, he scored the winning goal, then he died.

**[Ding. Ding.]**
**「Host found: David Drinkwater.」**
**「Synchronisation complete.」**

He opens his eyes in an eighteen year old body.

Demien Walter, a failed Fiorentina academy prospect and suicide attempt survivor with an overall rating of 48, no team, and no future, but David brought something impossible with him.

**[Ding.]**
**「Ultimate Gacha System activated.」**
**「Mission: Rise from nothing. Become the greatest footballer in history.」**

Training earns points while matches earn rewards, and achievements unlock legendary packs.

Every pack opening could change everything, whether through common stat boosts, rare techniques, or epic abilities, yet there's always the ultimate prize.

**[Ding.]**
**「Diamond Pack opened.」**
**「Congratulations. Andrea Pirlo — Regista Vision obtained. Passing +15. Vision +10. Legendary Trait unlocked: Deep-Lying Playmaker.」**

From trialist to conquering the football world, every pack, every point, and every impossible moment building toward football immortality.

They called him a failure once, and they called him wasted potential, but now, with forty years of wisdom in an eighteen year old body and a system that rewards every drop of sweat with power, David will rewrite football history.

One pack at a time.

**Some dreams get a second chance, and some legends get a second life, so this is his.**

The Scotland supporters were still outside when Demien stood at the hotel window after dinner, fewer than at the arrival but no quieter, their song carrying up past the crowd barriers and the slow blue wash of police lights along the street.


His phone kept buzzing on the sill with nomination posts and match previews stacked one on top of the other, but he didn't open them this time, because the list that had felt unreal two nights ago now felt like a target stitched across his back. Hampden Park wouldn't care about France Football. It would be loud, physical, and personal, and the only answer to it lived in how he played rather than anything he could read on a screen.


He left the phone face-down and turned the curtain across the glass.


Chapter 415 - Chapter 21: Hampden Noise I