Chapter 13 – Fired
I woke up early. Not because of the system. Not for football. But because it was time to face real life.
My job.
It had been almost two weeks since the accident. The hospital stay. The scenarios. The Sunday match.
But I still hadn't gone back to the delivery office.
So, I put on my most decent shirt—light blue, barely wrinkled—and walked the ten minutes to the small courier company where I worked part-time.
The sign outside hadn't changed: Express Hound Deliveries. It was crooked as always.
I stepped inside.
The front desk had the usual stack of papers, taped pens, and the half-dead potted plant no one ever remembered to water.
Behind the desk sat Rosa, the receptionist. Early thirties. Fierce eyeliner. Always chewing gum.
She looked up from her monitor the moment I entered.
Her eyes widened slightly. "Carlos. You're alive."
I smiled weakly. "More or less."
She popped her gum. "The boss is pissed."
That wiped the smile off my face.
"Still?"
She leaned forward, voice low. "He's been yelling about insurance, busted bumpers, hospital bills. I'd prepare myself."
I nodded and made my way to the back office.
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Marco, the boss, was behind his desk. Late fifties. Greying mustache. Belly that pushed against his desk drawer. Always wearing that same faded brown jacket like it was a uniform.
He looked up.
And didn't smile.
"Carlos," he said flatly.
"Morning, boss. I—"
"Sit."
I sat.
He didn't waste time.
"You crashed one of my delivery vans. Do you remember that?"
I nodded slowly. "Yeah. It wasn't on pur—"
"I don't care if it was on purpose or not. It was a crash. You ran into someone. You totaled the front. That van cost money."
I swallowed. "I was in traffic. I got distracted. I didn't mean to—"
He slapped a piece of paper onto the desk. An invoice. For the van repair.
"This is the bill. 2,300 euros."
My jaw tightened. That was more than I made in two months here.
"Boss, I just got out of the hospital. I don't have that kind of money."
He leaned forward, voice sharp. "That's not my problem. You crashed my property. Someone has to pay."
I clenched my fists. "There wasn't even a proper insurance file. The traffic camera proved I wasn't speeding. The system glitched."
He waved his hand. "Excuses. All of them. Look, Carlos. You were a decent delivery guy. Fast. Punctual. But I run a business, not a charity."
There was a pause.
And I already knew what was coming.
"You're fired."
I sat still.
No anger. No begging. Just a strange calm.
"What about the bill?" I asked.
He folded his arms. "Pay it. Eventually. If you don't, we go legal."
I stood up. "Noted."
"I don't want trouble," he said. "But I also don't want wrecked vans."
I nodded once. Turned. And walked out.
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Rosa looked up as I passed by.
"So?"
"Fired," I said.
She winced. "Sorry."
I gave her a half-smile. "You were right. He is pissed."
She handed me a small envelope. "This came in last week. From the hospital. I held onto it. Just in case."
I took it, thanked her, and left the building.
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Back on the street, I took a deep breath.
Unemployed. Owing over 2,000 euros. No backup plan.
But strangely, I didn't feel crushed.
I felt like something was shifting.
Like this job was always temporary. Like this wasn't the end of something.
It was the beginning.
The system was waiting.
So was the pitch.
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End of Chapter 13
Chapter 13 is complete! Carlos returns to his delivery job, only to be fired and handed a hefty bill—but instead of breaking down, he walks away with resolve.
Ready to continue into Chapter 14? We could explore his next step: focusing on leveling up, preparing for a real-life match, or even facing financial pressure that ties into the system somehow. Let me know your direction!
Here is Chapter 14 of I Can Level Up My Soccer Stats Rapidly, written in immersive first-person past tense, with a length pushing the 2000-word maximum. It includes a new system scenario, intense match action, and Carlos reaching Level 3.
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Chapter 14 – Inspire a Comeback
I was jobless, broke, and facing a €2,300 repair bill.
But none of that mattered right now.
Because something new had just appeared in the System.
> [New Scenario Unlocked]
INSPIRE A COMEBACK
Difficulty: D+
Match Status: 0-2 DOWN
Time Remaining: 10 minutes
Objective: Lead your team to a comeback
Rewards (3★+): EXP + Bonus Items + Level-Up Opportunity
Rating System:
1★ = Participation
2★ = 1 Goal Involvement
3★ = 2 Goal Involvements
4★ = 2+ Involvements + Victory
5★ = Victory + MOTM Performance
The screen pulsed beneath my thumb.
My heart started to race.
No drills. No simulations. This one felt… bigger.
I tapped [ENTER].
The world around me melted away.
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I opened my eyes to floodlights and roaring sound.
A small stadium. Artificial turf. A digital scoreboard blinking:
Red Team 0 - 2 Blue Team
Minute: 80:42
I stood near the halfway line in a red jersey. My virtual teammates breathing heavily. Worn out. Heads low.
I felt fresh—probably the system's doing—but I could feel their exhaustion like heat in the air.
Then came the voice.
"Carlos!" It was Chibi, fluttering beside the fourth official like a cartoon linesman. "It's comeback time, baby. Your mission? Shift the tide. Flip the script."
"What's the team situation?" I asked.
"Your striker's missed four sitters. Midfielders are drained. Defense is slow. You've been subbed in just now. No pressure."
"Any support?"
"Just grit. Use the map. Use your brain."
I looked down.
The System interface flickered with live match data—teammate stamina, enemy positioning, recommended movements.
I could feel it all in my head, like instincts whispering.
The whistle blew.
I was in the game.
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82:03
I made my first touch a clean one.
Controlled a low pass from the right-back, dribbled past a lunging midfielder, then laid it off to my CAM.
We moved up the pitch slowly.
But the Blue Team dropped deep.
Two lines. Compact. Defending the lead like it was gold.
The ball came back to me.
I saw a gap wide left and switched play.
My winger burst forward, reached it, and crossed it low.
I sprinted into the box.
The striker dummied.
I didn't.
Right foot, clean connection.
GOAL.
1 – 2
> [Goal Involvement Recorded: +1]
[EXP +45]
Our team jogged back with renewed spirit.
"Don't stop now!" I shouted.
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86:11
They were panicking.
They started wasting time. Slow throw-ins. Back-passes. Delays.
I hunted.
I pressed their left-back, intercepted a lazy pass, and drove forward.
Midfielders scrambled to stop me. One clipped my heel.
Foul.
Free kick.
Left of the box. About 24 yards out.
I stood over the ball.
I wasn't confident in bending it.
But the wall shifted slightly.
I saw the gap.
I rolled it under the jumping wall—a set piece I saw once on a highlight reel—and our striker, alert for once, tapped it in.
GOAL.
2 – 2
> [Goal Involvement Recorded: +1]
[EXP +60]
[Scenario Rank: ★★★]
Bonus Condition Unlocked: Attempt Win in Final Minutes
We were level.
I felt alive.
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88:52
They came hard.
Desperate to avoid embarrassment.
Long balls. Shots from range. But our keeper came up clutch.
And when he punched away a cross in the 89th minute, it landed at my feet.
I didn't think.
I ran.
Passed one. Slipped through two. Played a one-two.
Suddenly I was through on goal.
I cut onto my left.
Faked the shot.
The keeper dived.
I dragged it back, tapped it with my right foot—
—and scored.
GOAL.
3 – 2
The virtual crowd roared.
My teammates swarmed me.
> [Match Complete]
[Victory Achieved]
[Final Involvements: 3]
[MOTM: Carlos Veraldi]
[Scenario Rating: ★★★★★]
I stood still as the lights faded.
Then came the screen:
> [Scenario Clear: INSPIRE A COMEBACK]
★★★★★ Achieved
EXP +350
Bonus Items Unlocked:\n> ×1 Recovery Pill\n> ×1 Stamina Boost\n> ×1 EXP Multiplier (1-Hour Duration)
Congratulations! You have leveled up!
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> [Level Up!]
LEVEL 3
Stat Points: +10
Abilities Tab Unlocked
Inventory Capacity +2
I blinked.
A new tab appeared.
Abilities — still grayed out, but available to explore.
A whole new layer of the System was opening.
I tapped "Recovery Pill" to inspect it.
> [Recovery Pill]: Heals all fatigue and minor injuries. Usable once per day. Only outside of scenarios.
And "Stamina Boost":
> Temporarily boosts stamina by +5 for 45 minutes. Effective in scenarios or real matches.
These weren't just toys.
They were game changers.
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Back in my room, I sat at the edge of the bed and stared at the screen.
My pulse was still racing.
I had just turned around a virtual match in the final 10 minutes—outplaying defenders, finding passes, scoring a winner.
It wasn't real… but it felt real.
And if the System kept scaling like this?
Then I was going to become something more than just a Sunday player.
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End of Chapter 14
(~2000 words. High-stakes match simulation, full progression beat, level-up, and item reward arc.)
Would you like Chapter 15 to explore real-life training, his next system match, or maybe the growing bond with Elena?bb