Winger Again: I can edit my attributes.

The morning sun peeked through the narrow dormitory window, tweaking Marcus's eyelids gently while painting the walls in hues of gold. Marcus stretched, his body sore but invigorated. He sighed, freshened up a bit, then headed to the cafeteria, of course with Carl, his fellow Frenchman.

The breakfast consisted of two eggs, toasted bread, and other ingredients. As they began eating their meals, Carl said, "Hey, have you heard the news?"

While munching on his breakfast diligently, Marcus asked, "What?"

"The rumors are that there are talks we'll play against Liverpool U-18s, and that will be the last evaluation for the trial players."

Marcus sighed; he could see the worry on Carl's face. He knew Carl was concerned about him since, among the seven trial players, Marcus had been performing the worst and evaluated very poorly.

"Hah, don't worry! We're going to get promoted to the first team together, hehe."

Marcus brushed off his friend in a funny manner, but even he was aware that if he lagged even a bit in training, he would end up back on the streets repairing doors once again.

Training Grounds

[You have reached LV2 on Long-Range Shooting! One edit card has been credited! Do you want to employ it now?]

Marcus collapsed onto the soft, damp grass, gasping for breath, his face filled with satisfaction and relief. He had almost reached his limit. Fortunately, he managed to hold on until today's training session and finally achieved an upgrade.

"Yes!"

[Skill: Long-Range Shooting Lv2]

[Editor Experience Points: (0/200)]

[Description: You've begun to feel the thrill of long-range shots and are practicing diligently. However, your power and accuracy are still far from ideal. You yearn for the moment when you level up and improve.]

[Current Attributes: F-level accuracy, F-level power, F-level balance. (Edit Available!)]

[Enter Attributes to Add: Recommendations: Increase accuracy and balance. Adding a new attribute is recommended after reaching LVL 3. Edit points available: 100.]

At the same time, a virtual keyboard appeared in his view with a new panel opening up.

"Simple attributes? Let me try this!" Marcus thought.

[Enter Attributes to Add: God-level accuracy, Shot power like cannon.]

[Ding! Not enough experience points!]

Seeing the red panel pop up, Marcus could understand more about his ability. "So, the editor experience points are essentially like currency to edit a skill, huh."

"Okay, let me add these attributes!"

[Are you sure you want to make these edits to Long-Range Shooting LVL2?]

"Yes."

After hearing his confirmation, the edited attribute panel again came into his view.

[Skill: Long-Range Shooting Lv2]

[Editor Experience Points: (0/300)]

[Description: You have put in the least amount of effort in mastering long-range shooting skills. With sufficient preparation and full exertion, you can occasionally execute a top-quality shot.]

[Current Attributes: E-level accuracy, D-level power, F-level balance.]

That was the description on the skill panel for Marcus's current shooting level—a somewhat abstract concept. But for Marcus himself, the feeling was crystal clear. This upgrade brought him not only more power but also numerous force-exertion techniques, aiming skills, and finely honed muscle memory!

"With these, the probability of executing a shot with excellent speed and precision should now be around 30–40%."

Satisfied, Marcus kicked the ground and ran toward the loose ball a few meters away. He unleashed a kick, the ball whizzing through the air, piercing the current and hitting the top corner of the net.

BOOM!!

"Haha, that's it!" Marcus was delighted. However, the enjoyment didn't last long. To execute such a shot, the condition was to have sufficient preparation for the full exertion of power and accuracy. In the high-paced competitive rhythm of modern football, defenders rarely gave attackers much space to adjust and aim.

"But this is only Level 2 long shots. There are still three more levels."

Marcus didn't underestimate himself. This was just the beginning, and there was still plenty of room for growth. At least by youth team standards, he had transitioned from being a mediocre player to becoming a powerful shooter with a signature skill. This type of player is in demand on any team. After all, they have the ability to break the stalemate of a match with a single moment of brilliance!

As for how to let the coaching staff discover this advantage? Marcus wasn't worried.

"If my guess is right, within a few days after a tactical training session, there will be penalty tryouts. That's my chance to shine!"

Match opportunities to unleash full-power shots might be rare, but training sessions were a different story. The twice-weekly shooting drills were his best stage to showcase his abilities!

"For now, I won't bother exploring other skills. I'll focus entirely on long shots."

Marcus knew the danger of being a jack of all trades but master of none. If he could elevate his long shots to Level 3 before the trial period ended, staying in United's youth academy shouldn't be an issue.

After resting for a while, he felt an itch in his feet. He stood up, eager to test a couple more shots before heading back to the dormitory for a shower.

It was already 4 PM, and many United U-17 players had also come onto the field for extra practice. Several of them noticed Marcus.

"Marcus, why did you change your boots?"

A tall, blonde young man with a mocking expression walked over with a few others.

"I heard you work part-time after training?"

Marcus glanced at him without responding.

Ian, an English center-back from United's U-17 team. His skills were mediocre at best, but he acted all mighty due to his father's backing. Moreover, Ian, who was born and raised in London, had a strong disdain for foreign players in the team. He believed that only players like him deserved Britain's youth training resources, while foreign players were just thieves stealing local job opportunities.

"Did you buy those boots with your part-time earnings?" Seeing Marcus ignore him, Ian grew angrier, his expression darkening. "Doesn't seem like the latest model. How about this: you wash my boots for two months, and I'll give you a pair of the latest ones?"

'Haa… I wanted to avoid this idiot for now… but you're going to regret messing with me, Ian.' Thinking of this, Marcus looked up.