Leon thought about the 'Help System'. Every quest it had given him, from helping Alex and Mark to securing Champions League football for Villa, had pushed him forward, made him better, and led to incredible rewards.
There was clearly a grand design, a ultimate goal behind it all. The System wasn't just a random power; it was a guide, pushing him towards greatness.
He picked up his phone and called Mr. Davies, his agent.
"Mr. Davies," Leon said, his voice firm and clear, "I've made my decision. I accept Inter Milan's offer."
There was a mont of stunned silence on the other end. "Leon! Are you serious?! That's... that's fantastic news! Inter will be thrilled! Are you absolutely sure? We have other offers, stronger financially from Atlético, and the prestige of Real Madrid..."
"I'm sure," Leon interrupted, his conviction unwavering. "Chivu's vision, the project he's building with young players like Palr and Álvarez, it resonates with .... it wants to go to Italy." He almost said the last part aloud, catching himself just in ti.
"Very well, Leon!" Mr. Davies exclaid, his voice now filled with excitent. "I'll inform Inter imdiately! They'll want you in Milan as soon as possible to finalize the contract and for your official presentation. Can you fly out in the next few days?"
"Yes," Leon confird. "I'll be ready."
"Excellent! I'll handle all the logistics. Congratulations, Leon"
Leon hung up, a wide grin spreading across his face. It was done. He was going to Inter Milan.
He imdiately went to find his mom (Current: 89). She was packing her suitcase, ready for their flight back to England.
"Mom," Leon said, a mischievous glint in his eye, "about going ho... we're not going back to England just yet."
His mom paused, looking at him with a knowing smile. "Oh? And where are we going now?"
"Milan," Leon announced, unable to contain his excitent. "I accepted Inter Milan's offer. We're moving to Italy!"
His mom's eyes widened, then filled with tears of joy. She rushed forward and pulled him into a fierce hug. "Milan! Oh, Leon! That's wonderful! I knew you'd make the right choice! I'm so incredibly proud of you!"
"And you're coming with , right?" Leon asked, a hint of worry in his voice.
"Of course, I am!" she declared, wiping away a tear. "My son is moving to Italy to play for Inter Milan! I wouldn't miss it for the world! We'll find a beautiful apartnt, and I'll learn Italian!"
Leon felt a wave of relief and happiness. Having his mom with him made everything feel right.
He then called Byon (Current: 85). Byon answered, his voice sounding a little down.
"Hey, Leo," Byon mumbled. "Just landed back in England. Still feeling a bit rough about the league.
And... I saw the news. Real Madrid won the Champions League. And they're still talking about you going there. I kinda hoped you'd go there, you know? It's the biggest club."
Leon chuckled. "Don't worry about that, mate. I've got so news that might cheer you up. I'm not going to Real Madrid."
Byon's voice imdiately perked up. "What?! You're not?! So, City?! Are you coming to City, Leo?! We could win everything together!" His 'Current' pulsed with renewed hope.
"Even better," Leon said, a triumphant grin on his face. "I'm going to Inter Milan! I just accepted their offer!"
There was a stunned silence from Byon's end. Then, an explosion of sound. "INTER MILAN?! NO WAY! LEO! That's insane! You're going to Italy! Whoa! That's a bold move, mate! I love it!" His 'Current' rating vibrated with pure, unadulterated excitent, completely forgetting his earlier disappointnt about Real Madrid.
"You'll have to teach Italian when I visit! And we'll still have our FIFA battles, right?!"
"Absolutely!" Leon laughed. "You and Alex better start planning your first trip to Milan!"
He then called Alex Turner (Current: 81), who was also back in England. Alex's voice was a little hesitant.
"I've got so news. I'm not going back to Aston Villa. I'm moving to Italy. I'm joining Inter Milan."
Alex gasped. "Inter Milan?! That's... that's huge, Leon! That's amazing! I'm so happy for you!"
"Thanks, mate," Leon said. "And speaking of transfers... how are things with you? I heard a rumor about Chelsea."
Alex hesitated. "Yeah... I did get an offer. From Chelsea. A pretty good one, actually. For about £30 million. But... I'm still thinking about it. I don't know. I really like it at Villa. And I'm still learning so much." His 'Current' rating showed a mix of 'excitent' for the offer and 'loyalty' to Villa.
Leon's 'sight' imdiately activated, analyzing Alex's stats. He saw Alex's 'Potential: 95' still shining brightly, and his 'Current: 81' steadily climbing.
He thought about Chelsea's current situation, their 'Current' rating as a team, their manager's 'Current' rating. He also thought about Alex's personality, his need for consistent playing ti to truly develop.
"Alex," Leon said, his voice serious. "Listen to . Chelsea is a great club, no doubt. But you're still young. You need to play. You need consistent minutes to reach your 'Potential'.
Think about where you'll get the most playing ti, where you'll be the most important part of the project. Don't just chase the money or the biggest na. Chase the developnt. Chase the path that will make you the best player you can be."
Alex was silent for a mont. "You're right, Leon," he finally said, his voice soft. "I... I needed to hear that. I'll think about it more carefully. Thanks, Leon. You always know what to say."
Leon smiled. "Anyti, mate. Just rember, you're a £21 million player already. You're going to be a superstar. Just make the right choice for you."
He hung up, a deep sense of satisfaction filling him.
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