Rebirth Of The Tycoon: I Shall Dominate The World

The referee's whistle pierced through the buzz of the crowd, and the game began. Leon's team started strong, their passes crisp and their formation tight. Within the first ten minutes, they scored a goal, sending the spectators into a frenzy.

"Don't let it get to you!" I shouted to my team as they regrouped.

Leon's smirk widened as he jogged past. "Told you, William. This is my field."

I ignored him, focusing on the game. We needed to stick to the plan.

Janet called out from the sidelines, "They're overloading the midfield! Push them wide!"

Taking her advice, we shifted our formation, forcing Leon's team to play along the wings. This disrupted their flow, but they were relentless. Another goal slipped past Erica despite her best dive.

Now down 2-0, the pressure was on.

"Stick to the plan!" I yelled, rallying my team. Todd anchored the defense, tirelessly chasing down their forwards. Milo used his agility to weave through defenders, creating openings, while Erica's saves became sharper.

With Janet's strategies guiding us, we began clawing our way back. A well-placed pass from Milo allowed me to send the ball soaring into the net, closing the gap to 2-1.

Minutes later, Todd intercepted a sloppy pass and launched a counterattack. Milo capitalized on the opportunity, slamming the ball into the goal to tie the game.

The crowd erupted, and I caught a flicker of uncertainty in Leon's eyes.

Leon's team started to falter as we tightened our grip on the game. Using Janet's analysis, we exploited their weak spots, targeting their right flank repeatedly.

Todd launched a long pass to Erica, who stepped out of goal to play as a temporary midfielder. She delivered a precise cross to Milo, who volleyed it in, putting us ahead 3-2.

Leon's team started to panic. I could see their frustration mounting, especially as their captain barked out frantic orders.

With ten minutes left on the clock and the score tied at 3-3, the intensity of the match reached its peak. Leon's team, desperate to regain the lead, began resorting to underhanded tactics.

It started with subtle shirt-pulling. As Todd tried to intercept a pass, one of Leon's defenders grabbed a fistful of his jersey, yanking him back just enough to disrupt his momentum.

"Ref!" I shouted, but the official didn't catch it, his eyes following the ball instead.

A few minutes later, Erica dove to save a shot, clutching the ball securely. As she prepared to clear it, one of Leon's forwards "accidentally" collided with her, sending her sprawling to the ground. The ball slipped from her hands, and Leon's teammate quickly tapped it into the net.

"Goal!" they cheered, but Erica was furious, leaping up to argue with the referee.

"That was a foul!" she shouted, pointing at the forward.

The referee hesitated but ultimately allowed the goal, ignoring her protests.

"Stay calm, Erica!" I said, rushing over to pat her shoulder. "We'll get it back."

Now trailing 4-3, the frustration in our team was palpable. Milo had the ball on the wing, sprinting down the sideline when another of Leon's players deliberately stuck out a foot, tripping him. Milo tumbled to the ground, scraping his knee on the rough turf.

"That's it!" Erica roared from the goalpost. "These guys are playing dirty!"

The referee blew his whistle, but only for a free kick—no yellow card, no penalty.

"They're getting away with everything," Todd muttered, helping Milo to his feet.

With just minutes left on the clock, Leon began noticing something off. One of his defenders, Mark, had just blatantly tripped Milo in the midfield. Another teammate, Jake, had elbowed Todd moments earlier during a corner kick.

Leon's jaw tightened as he pieced it together. His team wasn't just playing hard—they were playing dirty.

As the ball rolled toward Mark, Leon intercepted it before his teammate could make another sneaky foul.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mark barked.

Leon glared at him, clutching the ball under his foot. "What I'm doing? What are you doing? Tripping and shoving everyone out there like this is a wrestling match!"

Mark shrugged. "We're trying to win. Isn't that what you want?"

"Not like this," Leon snapped, his voice laced with anger. "If I'm going to win, it's going to be fair. If you can't respect that, then stay out of my way."

Jake jogged over, scowling. "Come on, Leon. You think William's team is playing fair? They're probably bending the rules too."

Leon shot him a sharp look. "No, they're not. I've been watching. They're outplaying us, not cheating us. If you've got a problem with that, take it up with me later. Right now, let me handle this."

Mark hesitated, but Leon's tone left no room for argument. He backed off reluctantly, muttering under his breath.

Leon turned his focus back to the game, dribbling the ball down the field with purpose. He scanned the pitch, spotting me waiting near midfield. His eyes narrowed as he sped toward me, weaving through his own teammates and mine.

"William!" he called, stopping just short of where I stood. "Let's settle this—just you and me. No dirty tricks, no interference. One-on-one."

I raised an eyebrow, impressed by his determination. "Finally realized what your team was up to?"

Leon nodded, his expression grim. "Yeah. I'm not proud of it, but I'm not letting them ruin this match. If I'm going to lose, it's going to be because you're better—not because we cheated."

I smiled faintly, stepping toward him. "Fair enough. Let's end this."

I barreled toward him, adrenaline pumping. He smirked, confident in his ability to get past me. As he shifted the ball to his right foot, I read his move and lunged, our bodies colliding mid-stride.

The ball bounced loose from the impact, rolling a few feet away.

"Not this time!" I growled, scrambling to my feet faster than he could.

Leon recovered just as quickly, rushing toward the ball with fire in his eyes. We reached it simultaneously, our cleats clashing in a fierce struggle for control. The ball ricocheted wildly, but I managed to nudge it forward with my heel.

Leon wasn't giving up. He shadowed me closely, shoulder-checking me to throw me off balance. I stumbled but kept my footing, my focus locked on the ball.

"Give it up, William!" Leon snarled, lunging again.

"Not a chance," I shot back, spinning to shield the ball from his reach.

The crowd roared as the two of us grappled for dominance. Leon tried to hook the ball with his foot, but I anticipated the move, flicking it over his leg with a quick touch.

With a burst of speed, I broke free, the goal within striking distance. Leon was right behind me, his breath hot on my neck.

"You're not getting past me!" he yelled, diving into a final tackle.

I jumped, narrowly avoiding his outstretched leg. The ball bounced perfectly in front of me as I landed. I took one step, then another, planting my foot and launching the ball with all my might.

Time seemed to slow as the ball soared through the air, spinning toward the top corner of the net. Leon scrambled to his feet, his expression shifting from determination to disbelief.

The goalkeeper leapt, his fingertips grazing the ball, but it wasn't enough. The ball slammed into the back of the net with a satisfying thud.

The referee's whistle blew, signaling the end of the match.

As the crowd roared, Leon slumped to the ground, breathing heavily. I walked over, extending a hand.

"You fought hard," I said, pulling him up. "And you played fair when it mattered."

Leon smirked, though there was a hint of regret in his eyes. "Yeah, well...guess I'll have to make sure my team gets the memo next time."

I patted his shoulder. "Next time, bring your A-game. You've got the skills—you don't need the tricks."

He nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You're not bad yourself, William. But don't think I'll go easy on you next time."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," I replied, grinning.

As the crowd began to disperse, Leon and I exchanged one final nod of mutual respect. I could see it in his eyes—he meant every word he said about playing fair. It was a small victory, but one that felt monumental.

Just as I turned to head back to my team, a familiar chime echoed in my mind.

Congratulations on showing them who is the Dominance Of The Field

Side Mission: Beat Leon's Team in a Soccer Match — Completed!

Rewards:

Leon's Loyalty Meter has reached 100%.

Gained Leon's talents: Karate, Soccer, and RPG Gaming.

Acquired skill card: [Leadership].

I couldn't help but smile. The Dominance System wasn't wrong—Leon's skills were worth having on my side. With his loyalty solidified, I now had a teammate I could trust implicitly, one who shared my values and could hold his own on and off the field.

The [Leadership] skill card was a particularly pleasant surprise. I could already feel its effect taking root—my thoughts clearer, my words more commanding. This was going to be a game changer, not just in our missions but in uniting the team further.

"Well," I muttered to myself, heading toward Todd and Milo, "that's one more piece of the puzzle. Time to see what the system has in store next."

Hathor's voice echoed mockingly in my mind. "Don't get cocky, boss. This was a small fry mission. Bigger fish are still waiting out there."

"Bigger fish means bigger rewards," I shot back, smirking.

With Leon's newfound loyalty, talents, and the [Leadership] skill card now in play, I couldn't help but feel more prepared for whatever challenge came next. Whatever the system threw at me, I'd be ready.