The world spun, a dizzying kaleidoscope of colors and shadows.

Leon stumbled, reaching out blindly, Byon's frantic voice a muffled echo. His 'sight', his unique ability to perceive the very essence of footballing talent, was gone.

Panic clawed at his throat.

"Leo! What's wrong?!" Byon (Current: 84) grabbed his arm, his face etched with concern.

Alex (Current: 74), looking bewildered, stood nearby. "You just... went stiff. Are you okay?"

Leon blinked rapidly, trying to clear the haze. The blue void had vanished as quickly as it came, but his vision remained blurred, unfocused.

He could see their shapes, their worried expressions, but the numbers, the spectral projections – they were gone.

"I... I don't know," he stammered, feeling a cold dread. "My... my eyes. Everything's blurry."

Byon guided him to a nearby bench.

"Maybe you're just tired, mate? You've been pushing yourself hard."

Leon tried to take deep breaths, willing his vision to return. He thought about the man in the suit, the "founder of football," the "Help System."

Had that really happened, or was he losing his mind? He felt a faint throbbing behind his eyes, like a subtle energy trying to reactivate.

Slowly, agonizingly, the blur began to recede. First, the sharp outlines of Byon's face. Then, the vibrant green of the pitch. And finally..

POP! like a tiny bubble bursting, the numbers flickered back into existence.

Byon – Current: 84.

Alex – Current: 74.

The 'Potential' and 'Current' ratings, the ghostly action projections – they were back.

His 'sight' had returned. A wave of immense relief washed over him, almost bringing him to tears.

Just as the relief settled, the BLUE SCREEN materialized again, not blinding this time, but a transparent overlay in his vision, clear and concise.

[HELP SYSTEM - FIRST QUEST]

Quest: Ensure Mark signs for a Premier League team.

Reward: ??? Points.

Leon stared. Mark. The 25-year-old with Potential: 92, Current: 69 was named Mark.

So that brief, terrifying blank-out wasn't random. It was the System initiating. And his first quest was to get this incredible talent into the Premier League.

"Leo? You zoned out again," Byon said, nudging him. "What was that? You were looking at the man on the pitch so intently."

Leon shook his head, pushing the System's details to the back of his mind. He couldn't tell them about the founder of football or quests.

"Nothing," he said, forcing a smile. "Just... a thought. That man, on the pitch. The one juggling." He pointed to Mark, who was now gathering his bag.

"His name's Mark. And he's got insane talent. Unbelievable potential."

Byon looked at Mark, then back at Leon. "Really? How can you tell? He looks... normal."

"Trust me," Leon insisted, his voice firm. "He's special. A hidden gem. And my 'sight' tells me he needs to be playing professionally. In the Premier League."

Alex (Current: 74) chimed in, a knowing look on his face.

"Like you did with me, right, Leon? When you told Coach Emery I had huge potential? I still can't believe I'm training with the first team next week." His 'Current' rating glowed with excitement.

Leon nodded. "Exactly, Alex. You're like him. A diamond waiting to be discovered." He looked at Byon. "We need to get Mark a trial. A proper trial. For a Premier League club. And I'm going to make sure he signs."

Byon's eyes widened. "Another one? You're becoming a full-time talent scout, Leo!" He chuckled, but Leon could see the genuine excitement building in Byon's 'Current' too. "Alright, if you say so. You haven't been wrong yet!"

One week later, the Aston Villa U18 training ground was buzzing. Leon, back from first-team training, watched from the sidelines.

Mark (Current: 69) was in the middle of a trial session with the U18s. He was still a bit rough around the edges, his movements sometimes lacking the polished finesse of academy products, but his raw talent was undeniable.

Leon saw the flashes of brilliance: a powerful shot that nearly broke the net, a sudden burst of speed that left defenders flat-footed, a perfectly timed tackle that won the ball clean.

His 'Current' rating was already inching up, 70, 71, as he adapted to the higher intensity.

"He's got some engine on him, doesn't he?" Ethan (Current: 75) remarked to Leon, wiping sweat from his brow. "And that shot! Boom!"

"Yeah, but sometimes his first touch is a bit loose," another U18 player, Harry, pointed out.

"He's raw," Leon explained.

"But his 'Potential' is ridiculous. He'll polish up fast." He saw a vague 'determination' projection around Mark's 'Current', a strong will to improve.

Coach Miller, the U18 head coach, walked past them, a thoughtful expression on his face. "This Mark fellow... he's certainly got power. And a surprising knack for winning the ball." He made a note on his clipboard. Leon felt a surge of hope. This was a good sign.

Leon and Alex (Current: 76) were sitting together after Alex's first-team training session earlier that day. Alex was still a bit wide-eyed about being around the senior players, but his 'Current' had already jumped a few points from the experience.

"It's unbelievable, Leon," Alex whispered, still in awe. "Ollie Watkins actually passed to me! And Douglas Luiz spoke to me! It's so fast, so intense, but I can already feel myself improving.

And Mark, he's amazing too! He's got that same raw power you talked about."

"He does," Leon confirmed, a quiet satisfaction in his voice. "He's got a unique talent. And Coach Emery saw it too, even with your 'raw' bits, didn't he?"

Suddenly, the familiar figure of Coach Emery walked onto the U18 pitch, making a beeline for Alex. Leon and Alex immediately stood up.

"Alex Turner," Emery's voice was calm, but authoritative.

"Report to the first team dressing room tomorrow. You will be in the squad for the Premier League match."

Alex's eyes went wide. He looked at Leon, then back at Emery, speechless. His 'Current: 76' flickered with disbelief. "Me? In the squad, Coach?"

"Yes," Emery confirmed, a rare, subtle smile touching his lips. "Your performance in training, your speed of adaptation... it has been noted.

We face Tottenham tomorrow. And you will be part of the matchday squad." He turned, and walked away, leaving Alex utterly stunned.

Leon clapped Alex on the shoulder, a wide grin breaking out on his face. "Alex! I told you! Your 'Potential' is insane! You're making your debut!"

Alex could only manage a choked sound, a mixture of disbelief and pure joy. "I... I can't believe it! Tottenham! In the Premier League!"

Leon felt a surge of elation. This was fantastic! Alex, another talent he'd personally discovered and championed, was getting his Premier League chance.

It proved the 'Help System' was already working, even without Leon consciously completing a "quest" for Alex. It was a snowball effect.

He imagined the roar of Villa Park tomorrow, Alex stepping onto the pitch for the first time. Tottenham. A tough, disciplined side.

Their captain, Son Heung-min (Potential: 89, Current: 88).

James Maddison (Potential: 88, Current: 86), their creative spark in midfield.

Cristian Romero (Potential: 88, Current: 86), a formidable defender.

Leon's 'Current: 84' felt ready. He looked at Alex, whose 'Current: 76' was now glowing with an almost blinding light of excitement. This was going to be an unforgettable match.