Chapter 96: The True Face of the Modifier
Feeling exhilarated, José didn't bother returning to his office. It was already 5 PM, and there was nothing urgent that required his attention. The players had finished training, and heading home now wouldn't count as slacking off. Sure, leaving Pirri alone at the club to work overtime might seem a bit cruel, but since the guy was happy to do it, José wasn't going to feel guilty about it.
Before leaving, José made sure to instruct the staff on duty to keep an eye on the technical director's office. At the very least, they needed to make sure Pirri had enough tea and coffee—whatever he needed, they should provide.
After taking care of these small matters, José quickly left the training facility and drove straight home. As a young millionaire with considerable assets—though his funds were tied up in running the club—he had still managed to make a decent amount of money over the years. Coaching paid significantly better than a regular office job, after all. So, a while back, he had moved out of his family home and bought himself a two-story villa on Mallorca Island. It was a bit far from the training ground and away from the bustling city center, but it was peaceful. Plus, Mallorca's transportation was convenient, and outside of peak tourist season, the island wasn't too crowded, so it wasn't much of an inconvenience.
Once home, José didn't order takeout as he usually did. Instead, he went straight to his bedroom, locked the doors and windows, and drew the curtains. No, he wasn't about to do anything shady—he had something far more important to take care of.
He slowly opened his right hand and raised it to eye level. This was the source of his initial shock and subsequent excitement. The moment he had signed his contract, he had felt a sudden warmth in his palm—not painful, but distinct. Then, a voice had echoed in his mind, a voice he would never forget—the same damn bull-headed bureaucrat who had let him get eaten by sharks in his past life.
"Conditions met. Modifier activated."
Just two simple sentences, but they had been enough to send José into a frenzy of excitement.
The so-called "modifier," which had been nothing but a useless lump of code until now, had finally come to life!
Ever since he heard the voice, José had been dying to get home and figure out what this thing could actually do. The entire drive back, he was lost in thought, imagining all sorts of possibilities. He even drifted off a few times, nearly causing an accident—thankfully, the roads weren't too busy.
"Is it like that classic football management game? Can I edit players' stats, turning my squad into a team of unstoppable monsters? If that's the case, I could just develop one world-class player every year and sell them for tens of millions. A few years of that, and Mallorca could have the best facilities in the world..."
"Or maybe there are points I need to earn? Some weird-ass missions? If I fail, will I get wiped out? That would be messed up!"