Free Web NovelChapter 63: Chapter 63 — Sean Nelson Finally Entered the Hidden Side of Football Where Careers Were Secretly Decided
Sean Nelson did not go back to sleep.
Not after the phone call.
Not after the warning.
And definitely not after the system notification about "Path Corruption."
The academy room suddenly felt too small.
Too quiet.
Too artificial.
Sean stood near the window while dawn slowly consumed the dark Brussels skyline outside.
Rain clouds drifted heavily above the city.
Cold wind rattled faintly against the glass.
And somewhere deep inside—
Sean felt something dangerous happening.
Not physical evolution.
Mental evolution.
⚠ Cognitive Adaptation:
Accelerating
Because lately—
his thoughts no longer moved like ordinary thoughts.
Everything processed faster.
Cleaner.
Sharper.
People’s emotions became easier to read.
Football patterns became instinctive.
Pressure became manageable.
And worst of all—
he was slowly getting used to it.
DING.
⚽ Football Monarch Progression
Synchronization:
41%
Warning:
User adapting unusually well to psychological elevation.
Sean stared silently at the notification.
Then quietly asked:
"What exactly is synchronization?"
The system interface flickered softly.
⚽ RESPONSE
Synchronization measures alignment between user identity and Monarch evolution.
Sean frowned immediately.
"And if it reaches one hundred percent?"
Long silence followed.
Then—
for the first time—
the system hesitated.
⚠ RESPONSE LIMITATION ACTIVE
Sean’s heartbeat slowed sharply.
Because the system only avoided answers when something truly mattered.
That alone terrified him more than the answer itself.
Before he could push further—
his dormitory door suddenly knocked sharply.
Three knocks.
Measured.
Controlled.
Sean’s instincts sharpened instantly.
"Enter."
The door opened slowly.
Damien Laurent stepped inside calmly.
Damien Laurent
But today—
Damien looked worse than before.
Not physically injured.
Drained.
Like exhaustion had seeped into his bones itself.
His eyes still carried that cold elite focus.
But behind it—
Sean now saw constant mental pressure.
⚠ Psychological Strain:
Escalating
Damien closed the door quietly behind him.
Then immediately said:
"You shouldn’t trust Lucien."
Sean leaned slightly against the desk.
"I already don’t."
Damien shook his head slowly.
"No."
Pause.
"You still don’t understand how deep this goes."
The atmosphere inside the room became heavier instantly.
Because Damien’s tone carried genuine urgency now.
Not sarcasm.
Not emotional frustration.
Warning.
Sean remained calm externally.
"What exactly are you trying to tell me?"
Damien stayed silent for several seconds.
Like deciding whether speaking itself was dangerous.
Then finally—
he walked toward the window slowly.
"You know why the Monarch Circle split?"
Sean’s eyes narrowed slightly.
"I heard there are different factions."
Damien laughed softly.
Bitterly.
"Factions?"
Pause.
"That’s the polite version."
Sean’s instincts sharpened immediately.
Damien turned toward him fully now.
Expression colder than ever.
"The truth is simpler."
Pause.
"One side wants to control Monarchs."
Another pause.
"The other side wants them erased permanently."
Cold silence filled the room.
Sean’s heartbeat slowed heavily.
Because hearing it directly from Damien felt far more real than the anonymous phone warning.
⚠ Hidden Football Conflict:
Verified
Sean folded his arms slowly.
"And Lucien?"
Damien’s eyes darkened faintly.
"He believes Monarchs can still save football."
Pause.
"But only if they remain stable."
Sean immediately noticed the wording.
"Stable?"
Damien nodded once.
"Emotionally."
That answer hit harder than expected.
Because lately—
Sean already noticed his own emotional shifts becoming more extreme.
Calmer under pressure.
Less reactive socially.
Increasingly detached during football analysis.
And every evolution felt... natural.
That was the terrifying part.
⚠ Emotional Adaptation Dependency:
Increasing
Damien suddenly looked directly into Sean’s eyes.
"Do you know what corruption actually means?"
Sean stayed silent.
Because instinctively—
he already feared the answer.
Damien answered quietly.
"It means football becomes more important than humanity."
The room fell silent again.
Then Damien continued softly.
"At first it feels efficient."
Pause.
"You stop fearing pressure."
"You stop feeling doubt."
Another pause.
"You stop needing people emotionally."
Sean’s pulse slowed sharply.
Because every single sentence matched changes already happening inside him.
Damien noticed immediately.
Of course he noticed.
His expression darkened slightly.
"Yeah."
Pause.
"You’ve already started."
Sean looked away briefly toward the rain-covered academy grounds below.
And for the first time—
he genuinely questioned himself.
Was he still evolving?
Or slowly losing parts of himself without realizing it?
DING.
⚠ Emotional Core Stability Check
Result:
Unstable fluctuation detected.
Sean clenched his jaw slightly.
Damien saw the notification reflected faintly in Sean’s eyes.
And immediately froze.
For several seconds—
he said nothing.
Then quietly—
almost carefully—
he asked:
"What level is your synchronization?"
Sean’s instincts exploded instantly.
⚠ INFORMATION DANGER
Because that question revealed something terrifying.
Damien knew how the system worked.
Sean’s eyes sharpened dangerously.
"How much do you know?"
Damien laughed softly again.
But this time—
there was genuine sadness behind it.
"Enough to know you’re already in danger."
Silence.
Then finally—
Damien pulled something slowly from his jacket pocket.
A small metallic card.
Black.
Minimalistic.
Sean’s heartbeat slowed instantly.
Because the moment he saw it—
the system reacted violently.
DING!
DING! freёwebnovel.com
DING!
⚠ MONARCH ARCHIVE ACCESS KEY DETECTED
⚠ RESTRICTED FOOTBALL HISTORY DATABASE
⚠ HIGH AUTHORITY CLEARANCE
Sean stared at the card silently.
Damien placed it carefully on the desk between them.
"If you really want the truth..."
Pause.
"...come tonight."
Sean narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Where?"
Damien’s expression became completely unreadable.
"The place where football’s hidden history is buried."
Cold chills moved down Sean’s spine instantly.
Because somehow—
he knew Damien wasn’t exaggerating.
Before Sean could ask further—
Damien turned toward the door again.
Then stopped.
Without looking back—
he quietly said:
"Once you see what’s hidden there..."
Pause.
"...you’ll never look at football the same way again."
The door closed softly behind him.
Leaving Sean alone again.
But now—
the room felt completely different.
Not because of the card.
Because Sean finally realized something horrifying.
Damien Laurent wasn’t trying to scare him.
He was trying to prepare him.
⚠ Incoming Truth Exposure:
Severe
Meanwhile—
deep inside a private football executive facility in Switzerland—
a secret emergency meeting had already begun.
Several powerful figures sat around a circular table silently.
Some were club owners.
Others represented football institutions powerful enough to shape global leagues themselves.
At the center screen—
Sean Nelson’s profile remained displayed.
⚽ SUBJECT:
SEAN NELSON
Threat Projection:
Rapidly Increasing
One older executive finally spoke.
Voice cold.
"How close is he?"
A woman beside the screen answered quietly.
"Closer than expected."
Silence filled the chamber.
Then another executive asked the question everyone feared most.
"Can Lucien control him?"
Long pause.
Then the woman answered softly:
"We no longer know."
The atmosphere immediately became suffocating.
Because for men this powerful—
uncertainty itself was terrifying.
One executive finally leaned forward slowly.
Expression grim.
"And if Sean Nelson fully awakens before stabilization?"
Nobody answered immediately.
Because deep down—
every person in the room already knew the truth.
If a true Football Monarch lost emotional balance completely...
modern football itself could descend into chaos.
END OF Chapter 63
