Free Web NovelChapter 61: Chapter 61 — Sean Nelson Finally Discovered the One Thing the Football Monarch System Had Been Hiding From Him
Sean Nelson did not sleep that night.
Not even for a minute.
Rain continued falling across Brussels long after the meeting ended.
The academy hallways remained quiet.
Cold.
Empty.
But Sean’s mind refused to settle.
Because one question kept replaying endlessly inside his thoughts.
"What did it tell you?"
Lucien Vale’s voice still echoed clearly.
Calm.
Controlled.
Terrifyingly certain.
Because that single question confirmed something Sean never imagined possible.
The Monarch Circle knew about the Football God System.
Maybe not fully.
But enough.
DING.
⚠ External System Awareness:
Confirmed
Sean sat alone inside his dark academy room staring silently at the glowing blue interface floating before him.
For weeks—
the system always felt untouchable.
Absolute.
Private.
Something only he could see.
Only he could understand.
But now?
That certainty was gone.
⚠ Psychological Security:
Compromised
Sean leaned back slowly against the wall.
Eyes narrowed.
Thoughts accelerating rapidly.
"Who created you?"
The question escaped his mouth quietly before he could stop himself.
Silence.
The system did not answer immediately.
For several long seconds—
nothing happened.
Then suddenly—
the interface flickered violently.
DING!
⚠ Unauthorized Inquiry Detected
Sean’s heartbeat slowed instantly.
Because the reaction itself already revealed something important.
The question mattered.
Blue text distorted across his vision repeatedly.
Like the system itself was struggling.
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Sean stared silently.
Then slowly—
new text finally appeared.
⚽ FOOTBALL GOD SYSTEM
Origin data unavailable.
User priority:
Evolution.
Sean’s eyes narrowed further.
"That’s not an answer."
Another pause.
Then—
unexpectedly—
the interface changed completely.
The familiar blue light darkened slightly.
And for the first time ever—
Sean heard an actual voice.
Not loud.
Not emotional.
Calm.
Ancient.
"Correct."
Sean froze instantly.
Every muscle inside his body tightened.
Because until this moment—
the system had only communicated through text.
Now—
something inside it had spoken directly.
DING!
⚠ CORE SYSTEM LAYER:
PARTIALLY UNSEALED
Sean slowly stood from his bed.
Heartbeat controlled externally.
Chaotic internally.
"Who are you?"
Silence.
Then the voice answered calmly.
"A guide."
Sean frowned immediately.
"For what?"
Long pause.
Then:
"For ascension."
Cold unease moved through Sean’s chest instantly.
Because suddenly—
the Football God System no longer felt like a tool.
It felt alive.
⚠ Existential Awareness:
Increasing
Sean’s instincts sharpened dangerously now.
"Did the Monarch Circle create you?"
The voice answered immediately this time.
"No."
Sean’s heartbeat slowed heavily.
Because somehow—
that answer felt truthful.
Then suddenly—
the voice added something unexpected.
"But they discovered fragments."
Sean’s eyes widened slightly.
Fragments?
Before he could ask further—
the interface exploded with distorted notifications.
DING!
DING!
DING!
⚠ SYSTEM INSTABILITY
⚠ EXTERNAL INTERFERENCE DETECTED
⚠ MONARCH RESONANCE INCREASING
Sean immediately felt pressure crash into his mind violently.
Not physical pressure.
Mental pressure.
Like invisible hands pushing against his consciousness.
He grabbed the edge of the desk instantly.
Breathing slowing sharply.
Then—
visions appeared.
Fragments.
Broken images.
Ancient stadiums.
Massive crowds.
Footballers standing alone beneath roaring lights.
And among them—
certain players carried the same blue aura surrounding Sean now.
⚠ Historical Monarch Resonance:
ACTIVE
Sean’s pulse thundered violently.
Because suddenly—
he realized something horrifying.
The Football God System existed long before him.
Long before modern football.
The vision shifted violently again.
A football pitch appeared.
Old.
Historic.
Primitive compared to modern stadiums.
And standing at the center—
a single player.
Face hidden by darkness.
But around him—
the crowd moved like gravity itself bent toward his presence.
Fear.
Admiration.
Obsession.
The emotional influence looked unnatural.
Then suddenly—
the player lifted his head slightly.
And Sean saw glowing blue eyes.
Exactly like the system interface.
DING!
⚠ FIRST MONARCH ARCHIVE:
LOCKED
The vision shattered instantly afterward.
Sean staggered backward heavily.
Breathing unstable for the first time in weeks.
"What the hell was that?"
The voice returned quietly.
"The beginning."
Sean’s thoughts spiraled rapidly now.
Because everything was changing again.
The Monarch Circle wasn’t the origin.
They were researchers.
Observers.
People trying to understand something far older than themselves.
⚠ Truth Expansion:
CRITICAL
Sean sat back down slowly.
Mind racing uncontrollably now.
"How many Monarchs were there?"
Silence.
Then—
the answer came softly.
"Very few."
Sean clenched his fists slightly.
"And what happened to them?"
Long pause.
Then the voice answered:
"Football feared them."
Cold silence filled the room afterward.
Because somehow—
that answer explained almost everything.
The isolation.
The pressure.
The manipulation.
The hidden control systems.
Elite football had been trying to manage extraordinary players for generations.
Maybe centuries.
DING.
⚠ Football Historical Paradigm:
Reconstructed
Suddenly—
another notification appeared.
Different from normal.
Red.
⚠ WARNING
Monarch Circle surveillance increasing.
Sean’s eyes sharpened instantly.
"They’re watching me right now?"
No response.
But honestly—
he already knew the answer.
The academy itself suddenly felt different now.
Not safe.
Observed.
Sean immediately stood and walked toward the window.
Rain still covered Brussels endlessly outside.
Then—
his instincts froze.
Because down below—
near the academy entrance—
a black car sat motionless in the rain.
And beside it—
stood Lucien Vale.
Alone.
The silver-haired executive looked upward calmly.
Directly toward Sean’s room.
Like he already knew Sean was watching him.
⚠ Psychological Pressure:
Detected
Then slowly—
Lucien smiled.
Not warmly.
Not coldly.
Knowingly.
Sean felt genuine danger for the first time since coming to Europe.
Because suddenly—
he realized the terrifying truth.
Lucien Vale wasn’t merely studying him anymore.
He was waiting for something.
And deep inside—
Sean feared he was beginning to understand what that something might be.
The awakening of a true Football Monarch.
Meanwhile—
far away from Brussels—
inside a private executive chamber overlooking London’s night skyline—
another conversation was already happening.
Several football executives sat around a circular table silently.
Tense.
Focused.
A screen displayed Sean Nelson’s academy footage repeatedly.
The Damien session.
The impossible goal.
The field influence patterns.
One older executive finally spoke quietly.
"So it’s true."
Another man nodded slowly.
Expression grim.
"A new Monarch candidate has appeared."
Silence.
Then a third voice finally asked the question everyone feared.
"What happens if this one fully awakens?"
Nobody answered immediately.
Because somewhere deep down—
they all already knew.
If Sean Nelson truly evolved completely...
modern football itself might never remain the same again.
END OF Chapter 61
