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After the sun had fully risen, Mohamed decided to head back home to take a shower. He got dressed in his favorite outfit, a black shirt and jeans, and headed downstairs, where his aunt was making breakfast. The aroma of freshly cooked pancakes and scrambled eggs filled the air, making Mohamed's stomach growl with hunger. She looked up at him in surprise.

"Mohamed, you're up early. What's going on?" Mohamed just smiled, trying to hide his nervousness.

"I'm trying out for the football team today," he said. His aunt raised an eyebrow.

"You think you can make the team? You're not exactly the athletic type, Mohamed." Mohamed felt a surge of determination. He was going to prove his aunt wrong and make the team.

"I'll show you," he said, his voice firm. "I'll make the team and I'll prove to everyone that I'm not just a wimp." His aunt snorted.

"We'll see about that," she said. But Mohamed just smiled. He knew that he had the System on his side, and he was confident that he could achieve his goal.

With a newfound sense of determination, Mohamed headed out the door and made his way to school. He was ready to take on the day and try out for the football team.

As Mohamed walked to school, he felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. He knew that the road ahead would be challenging, but with the System's guidance, he was confident that he could overcome any obstacle.

The city was bustling with activity as Mohamed made his way to school. The skyscrapers towered above him, their sleek and modern designs a testament to human innovation. The streets were filled with flying cars and hyperloops, making transportation fast and efficient.

Despite the advancements in technology, the city still had a sense of magic and wonder. The Outworlds were a constant presence, their supernatural abilities and powers inspiring a mix of awe and fear in humans.

Mohamed's school was located in a prestigious part of the city, surrounded by towering skyscrapers and advanced research facilities. The school itself was a marvel of modern architecture, with sleek lines and futuristic designs.

As Mohamed entered the school, he was greeted by the familiar sight of students chatting and laughing with each other. He felt a sense of nervousness wash over him. He had always been a target for bullies, and he had grown accustomed to keeping to himself. But today was different. Today, Mohamed had a chance to change his life. He had the System, and he was determined to use it to his advantage.

Mohamed made his way to his locker to drop off his books. He later decided to head to the gym to get ready for the tryouts. As he walked into the gym, Mohamed saw the football team gathered on the field. They were holding tryouts, and Mohamed had decided to give it a shot.

He approached the coach, a tall, imposing figure with a whistle around his neck.

"Hey, coach," Mohamed said, trying to sound confident. "I'm here to try out." The coach looked him up and down.

"You think you have what it takes to make the team?" he asked skeptically. Mohamed nodded.

"Yeah, I do." The coach raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, let's see what you're made of. Gear up and head to the field." Mohamed nodded, his heart racing with excitement.

After grabbing his football gear, Mohamed headed to the football field. As he approached the field, he bumped into his cousin, Brad. Brad was a tall and lean figure, standing at around 5'10" with short, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. His facial features were average, but his athletic build and confident demeanor made him stand out.

Brad was also a skilled football player, known for his agility and speed on the field. He looked at Mohamed with a mixture of amusement and disdain.

"Hey, weak ass! Where are you heading to?" Brad asked, giving Mohamed a blow to the gut that sent him falling to his knees, struggling to catch his breath.

"Losers don't play football," Brad said mockingly, walking away with a smirk on his face. Mohamed's eyes narrowed, his determination burning brighter than ever. He was going to prove Brad wrong, and he was going to make the football team, no matter what it took.

As the tryouts began, Mohamed took a deep breath and stepped onto the field. The other players looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. Mohamed surprised everyone with his skills. He sprinted down the field, his feet pounding the grass in a blur. He dodged and weaved around defenders with ease, using the System's guidance to anticipate their moves.

As the quarterback threw a pass in his direction, Mohamed leaped into the air, his body stretching out in a perfect arc. He twisted and contorted, his arms outstretched, and snagged the ball out of the air with one hand. The crowd gasped in amazement as Mohamed landed smoothly on both feet, the ball clutched tightly in his hand.

He took off running, dodging and spinning around defenders with incredible agility. As he approached the end zone, Mohamed faked out a defender with a quick juke move, leaving the defender stumbling to the ground. He then launched himself into a spectacular dive, the ball extended out in front of him. Mohamed landed with a thud, the ball crossing the goal line just inches above the grass. The team stood there in shock and disbelieve.

Mohamed sprang to his feet, a triumphant grin spreading across his face.

The team's players gathered around him, staring in amazement.

"Who is that?" one of them asked, eyes wide with wonder.

"Is that Mohamed?" another player asked, squinting at Mohamed's face.

"No way, that can't be Mohamed," a third player scoffed. "That wimp can't even run without tripping over his own feet."

But as they looked closer, they saw the unmistakable features of Mohamed's face.

"It does look like Mohamed," one of the players said, his voice filled with surprise.

The coach's eyes narrowed as he watched Mohamed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Alright, kid," he said, his voice firm but encouraging. "If you can do something like that again, you're on the team. Can you do it again, Mohamed?"

Mohamed nodded, his heart racing with excitement. He took a deep breath, focusing on His new found power inside of him. He could feel its power coursing through his veins, urging him on.

The coach nodded to the quarterback, who called out a play. The center snapped the ball, and the quarterback dropped back to pass. Mohamed sprinted down the field, his feet pounding the grass in a blur. As the quarterback released the ball, Mohamed leaped into the air, his body stretching out in a perfect arc.

Just as he was about to snag the ball out of the air, Brad came from behind, attempting to commit a foul play. But Mohamed was ready for him. he anticipated Brad's move and dodged to the side, avoiding the tackle.

In a shocking display of athleticism, Mohamed then launched himself into a backwards flip, catching the ball in mid-air while his body was still inverted.

The Team gasped in shock, their jaws dropping in amazement. The coach's eyes went wide, and he stumbled backward, his whistle slipping from his fingers.

"What...what just happened?" one of the players stuttered.

Mohamed landed smoothly on both feet, the ball clutched tightly in his hand. He grinned, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment.

The crowd went wild, cheering and chanting Mohamed's name. The team's players stared at him in awe, their faces filled with shock and admiration.

Brad, on the other hand, looked like he had just been punched in the gut. His eyes were wide with anger and humiliation, and his face was red with rage.

The coach stumbled forward, His eyes narrowed, his face pale with shock. as he watched Mohamed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Alright, kid," he said, his voice firm but encouraging. "welcome to the team"

Mohamed's heart soared as he heard the coach's words. He had done it! He had actually made the team! He felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over him, and he couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.

As he walked off the field, the team congratulated him on his impressive performance.

Brad, on the other hand, looked like he was about to explode with anger and jealousy.

"You think you're better than me?" Brad sneered, his face red with rage. "You think you can just come out of nowhere and steal the spotlight?"

Mohamed just smiled calmly. "I'm not trying to steal the spotlight, Brad," he said. "I'm just trying to prove myself. And I think I did a pretty good job of it."

Brad's face turned even redder with anger, and he looked like he was about to lunge at Mohamed. But the coach intervened, stepping between the two boys.

"That's enough, Brad," the coach said firmly. "Mohamed earned his place on the team, and you need to respect that."

Brad's anger seemed to dissipate slightly, replaced by a sulky expression. "Fine," he muttered. "But this isn't over, Mohamed."

Mohamed just smiled again, feeling a sense of confidence and determination. He knew that he had the System on his side, and he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

System's ding go off in his head.

Notification began to pop up in his sight.

[QUEST]

[Current Quest: Become Popular in School]

[Objective: Increase your popularity in school by 50% within 1 week]

[Progress: 10% / 50%]