Cricket Ascend System

Chapter 27: The Role He Was Born For

The next Sunday—

Riverside Gully felt louder than usual.

Not because of the match.

Because of Sahil.

People had started arriving early whenever he played now.

Kids climbed scooters before toss time.

Shopkeepers stood outside pretending to clean counters while secretly waiting for batting highlights.

Even players from nearby gullies started appearing regularly.

And honestly—

everyone came for one thing.

Sahil’s sixes.

Nobody called him technically perfect.

Nobody compared him to elegant academy players.

But one title had started spreading naturally through Riverside.

"Power hitter."

And slowly—

that reputation became real.

Match

Riverside Royals vs Nehru Colony Blasters

Target: 171

Format: 15 Overs

"Big total," Ravi muttered.

"Especially on this ground."

Meanwhile Nehru Colony players looked relaxed already.

Because 170+ in Riverside usually meant game over.

The chase started horribly again.

Because Riverside’s top order remained allergic to stability.

Riverside Royals: 49/4 after 5 overs

Required: 122 from 60 balls

The moment Sahil walked in—

field placements changed immediately.

Deep square leg.

Long-on back.

Long-off wider.

Even cow corner protected.

Faizan Ali, the Blasters captain, smirked.

"Boundary pe pakdenge."

We’ll catch him on the boundary.

Earlier those fields would’ve pressured Sahil.

Now?

They excited him.

Because defensive fields meant respect.

And respect meant fear.

The first few balls stayed calm.

Singles.

One inside edge for four.

One quick double.

No reckless swinging.

Then the seventh over arrived.

And the match exploded instantly.

The bowler attempted short-ball strategy.

Massive mistake.

First pull shot—

SIX.

Straight onto Sharma Medical roof.

Next ball—

another short delivery.

Even harder this time.

Sahil pulled again.

SIX.

Further than the first one.

The crowd completely lost control.

Children screaming.

Balcony aunties reacting openly.

Someone nearly dropped tea while celebrating.

Classic Riverside madness.

Faizan looked genuinely irritated now.

"Stop bowling short!"

But the frightening part wasn’t only the distance anymore.

It was how easy Sahil made it look.

Earlier his sixes looked wild.

Now?

They looked repeatable.

One lofted drive especially shocked everyone.

The bat clearly twisted slightly on impact.

Not middle.

Not clean timing.

Still—

the ball sailed over long-off anyway.

Silence followed briefly.

Then:

"How did THAT go for six?!"

"That wasn’t timed properly!"

Even Ravi started laughing helplessly from non-striker end.

"This guy’s bat has cheat codes."

The system appeared calmly afterward.

SHOT ANALYSIS COMPLETE

Connection Quality: 51%

Timing: 56% freewebnovёl.ƈom

Boundary Cause: Exceptional raw power output compensating for mistimed contact.

ROLE DEVELOPMENT UPDATE

Primary Batting Identity Emerging:

POWER HITTER

Potential Secondary Role:

FINISHER

Finisher.

That word stayed in Sahil’s mind afterward.

Because honestly—

it suited him perfectly.

He wasn’t someone who slowly built innings.

He destroyed games late.

Changed momentum.

Created fear.

By the 12th over:

Riverside Royals — 133/5

Needed: 38 from 18 balls

Sahil: 63* (28)

Strike Rate: 225

Now teammates had stopped panicking during chases completely.

As long as Sahil remained batting—

matches stayed alive.

After smashing another straight six against spin—

the system suddenly updated again.

CURRENT ACTIVE MISSIONS

MISSION 2 — ENDURANCE FOUNDATION Status: COMPLETED ✔

MISSION 3 — SWING FOUNDATION TRAINING

Progress: 19,441 / 20,000

Valid Repetitions: 18,103

Rejected Swings: 1,338

Reward: +10 Control

Sahil exhaled slightly seeing the numbers. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Still not complete.

Still more suffering remaining.

And honestly?

That final stretch felt the hardest.

Because every rejected swing irritated him now.

The system had become stricter lately too.

FORM ERROR DETECTED

Swing rejected.

Reason: ✘ Excess shoulder usage ✘ Front foot imbalance

"...You reject more swings than my school teachers reject homework," Sahil muttered internally.

Still—

deep down—

he could feel the difference already.

His bat swing looked smoother now.

More compact.

Less desperate.

And because of that—

his natural power was becoming even more dangerous.