Chapter 104: The Ultimate Mutation of the Ultimate Chest (20k Update, Seeking Monthly Votes!)

After winning the Eredivisie title, Utrecht secured qualification for next season's Champions League as champions.

This achievement was groundbreaking; that evening, club owner Verhoeven booked out a Western restaurant in Montfoort to host a banquet for the entire Utrecht squad.

"Vamos!!!"

Opening the door, Tang Ye ran into Amrabat; the Moroccan let out a fierce roar at him, nearly startling the gum right out of Tang Ye's mouth.

"Damn it, Sofyan, what are you doing!"

Tang Ye spat out the gum in his mouth and immediately started wrestling with Amrabat.

"Hey, don't rush yet; that's something the Spanish shout. Do you know 'vamos'? It's Spanish. Ramos shouted this when Real Madrid beat Mancheng in the Champions League before!"

After saying that, Amrabat paused briefly to gather himself, then shouted again.

"Vamos!"

"Okay, okay, so what does that mean?"

Led by Amrabat, Tang Ye walked into the second-floor hall; Verhoeven had booked this not-too-large space, where players could do whatever they wanted in the hall, even stepping on the tables without issue.

"It means you played well."

As Amrabat spoke, he led Tang Ye to get a glass bottle of Coca-Cola.

Amrabat bit at it for a long while, but the result was that he couldn't open the glass bottle.

"Let me, let me!"

Seeing this made Tang Ye anxious; he went over directly and took the bottle from Amrabat.

"Sofyan, watch closely!"

Pointing at the glass bottle in his hand, Tang Ye walked over to the edge of the table.

Holding it in his hand, he shook it vigorously first.

"Why are you shaking it?"

Amrabat expressed confusion regarding Tang Ye's actions.

"This makes it easier to open."

Tang Ye explained, pointing the bottle's opening toward Amrabat.

Then he used the bottle to smash against the table corner.

Pop!

Pshh!

The cola inside the bottle suddenly erupted, shooting straight at Amrabat's head.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

Tang Ye reacted quickly, pressing the glass bottle onto the table before breaking into a run.

"Damn it, Tang, you're dead!"

Amrabat briefly dealt with the foam on his face, went to the bar to grab a new bottle of cola, and chased after Tang Ye.

Originally, Amrabat was determined to settle the score with Tang Ye no matter what, but just then owner Verhoeven arrived, accompanied by Ten Hag.

Upon seeing Verhoeven and Ten Hag, the players who had been roughhousing just moments ago instantly became well-behaved.

There were three super-large tables: the starting lineup, the head coach, and Verhoeven sat at the first table; the substitutes sat at the second table; and some first-team staff members occupied the third table.

It was a victory worth celebrating; Verhoeven had even invited the lawn care staff from the Utrecht base!

The banquet began; the atmosphere at the second and third tables was quite good, but the first table was not so great.

The presence of owner Verhoeven made the players feel somewhat restrained.

"Mr. Sitting Like!"

Tang Ye gently tugged on Ten Hag's clothes; the latter leaned his ear close to Tang Ye's mouth: "What is it?"

"Do you see that wrap in front of your right hand?"

Tang Ye raised his fork.

Just as he said, in the direction his fork pointed lay a beef and vegetable wrap.

"Could you get one for me?"

"..."

Ten Hag was somewhat speechless: "Can't you get it yourself?"

"I'm too embarrassed; no one is speaking."

Ten Hag very much wanted to refuse, but Tang Ye was looking at him with an expectant gaze.

With no other choice, Ten Hag could only stand up and, under the watchful eyes of the players and owner Verhoeven, pick up a piece of wrap from the plate.

Then he placed it onto Tang Ye's plate.

Tang Ye rubbed his hands together.

He had noticed this wrap as soon as he sat down.

It wasn't that Tang Ye was gluttonous; it was just that originally after matches he would return to the base to eat, but this time, because there was a group dinner, the Jidishitang had not prepared any food.

He was already very hungry.

Seeing Ten Hag get a pancake for Tang Ye, Verhoeven suddenly remembered something.

"Tom, you are the biggest contributor to our match today."

As Verhoeven spoke, he imitated Ten Hag's manner, got a squid wrap for Tang Ye, and then said: "Everyone eat, everyone eat!"

Without needing Verhoeven to speak, Tang Ye had already eaten half of the beef wrap Ten Hag had gotten for him.

He didn't notice that he was the first person at this table to speak up and eat, but no one minded anyway.

About five or six minutes after the dinner party began, several waiters approached carrying glasses.

They placed the glasses in front of the players and then poured red wine.

Tang Ye had one too; a waitress slightly shifted Tang Ye's plate, placed a wine glass upon it, and then began pouring liquid into the glass.

"Uh..."

Tang Ye squinted his eyes.

He was pondering why the liquid in his glass differed from everyone else's.

Everyone else's was a vibrant red, while his alone was black.

Moreover...

Wasn't it bubbling on top?

Damn it!

"Is this cola?" Tang Ye lifted his glass, and his teammates all looked over.

"Haha, Tang, if you're not drinking cola, what are you drinking? Do you want alcohol too?"

Tang Ye looked left and right, discovering that only the liquid in his glass was black, so without hesitation, he directly swapped glasses with Amrabat on his left.

"I thought you hadn't learned to drink alcohol yet, so I arranged cola for you..."

Verhoeff said with a smile.

Tang Ye waved his hand indifferently, picked up the glass, and mimicking his father, took a small sip of the red wine inside.

Then he furrowed his brows again.

He swallowed with difficulty, then turned to Amrabat on his left: "Sofyan, how about you give me your glass? I can ask the waitress to bring you a fresh glass of red wine."

Amrabat shrugged his shoulders; if Verhoeff hadn't been at the table, he would have thoroughly mocked Tang Ye.

"I knew you'd ask for the cola back, so I didn't drink it."

Amrabat was easygoing enough and returned the cola to Tang Ye.

!

Creak!

Verhoeff stood up: "Today is the most honorable day in Utrecht's team history; we have secured..."

He turned to look at the Eredivisie champion shield placed against the wall.

"We have secured the championship; this is our first title, and I am very grateful for your contributions, Eric, Bart, Sebastian, Tang..."

Verhoeff recited the names of every Utrecht player, from the starting lineup to the substitutes.

Tang Ye was somewhat surprised, as Verhoeff pronounced "Tang" with extreme precision.

"I am truly grateful for your contributions to the team; of course, the fans are the same; this has been a perfect season."

The players all stood up, placing their glasses in the center.

At table number one, there were seventeen glasses, all uniformly red, except for one that appeared somewhat out of place.

The liquid inside was black, with bubbles occasionally rising from the bottom and bursting at the surface.

Following the arm back to its owner, Tang Ye's expression showed a slight hint of embarrassment.

But none of that mattered.

"Utrecht!"

"Utrecht!"

"Utrecht (voice cracked)!!!"

Returning to the dormitory that night, Tang Ye's stomach felt slightly bloated, obviously from drinking too much cola.

Tang Ye wanted to take a shower first, but before that, he had one very important thing to do.

The Ultimate Chest!

With the double crown of the KNVB Cup and the Eredivisie league, Tang Ye had exceeded expectations and fulfilled Condition Three for unlocking the Ultimate Chest.

A one-hundred-percent Ultimate Template!

An Ultimate Template even one rank higher than a Legendary Template!

Without further ado, Tang Ye went to the bathroom, squeezed facial cleanser onto his hand, and carefully washed his face thoroughly.

【Confirm unlocking the Ultimate Chest via Condition Three?】

【Confirm】

Two super-large spinning wheels appeared before Tang Ye's eyes, and both wheels began to rotate simultaneously.

【Determining reward...】

【Ousmane Dembélé 55-Foot Dribbling Template (Legendary)】

Effect: Your non-dominant foot (left foot) gains dribbling proficiency equal to your dominant foot (right foot); you possess no weak foot when dribbling.

"Hmm?"

Tang Ye furrowed his brows.

He recognized the player this template was based on: Dembélé, the Borussia Dortmund winger.

Top-tier 55-foot dribbling technique; although Dembélé himself might not qualify as a legend, viewing this specific skill of his as a Legendary Template was indeed not much of a stretch.

Excellent dribbling ability was exactly what a possession-oriented midfielder needed.

But Tang Ye now had a problem.

Wasn't this supposed to be an Ultimate Template?

What did it mean to unlock a Legendary one?

Before Tang Ye could investigate whether his system had buggy out again, a familiar voice sounded once more.

【Ousmane Dembélé 55-Foot Dribbling Template (Legendary) undergoing Ultimate Mutation】

【You have obtained the Zhou Zhou Botong Ambidextrous Combat Template (Ultimate)】

Zhou Zhou Botong?

Tang Ye narrowed his eyes.

Something felt off; why did this name sound so much like a Chinese person's?

Could he actually be Chinese?

Tang Ye was now a bit nervous; the strength of Chinese football occupied a relatively backward position internationally.

Did that mean his template was rather trashy?

But why was this name so familiar?

Never mind that, let's take a look at the effects first.

Template Effects:

(1) Completely replicate the ability of your dominant foot onto your non-dominant foot.

(2) When your dominant foot acquires a new template, completely replicate that template onto your non-dominant foot.

"..."

"Damn!"

PS: Unlike the classification of lower-level templates, the division between Star and Legendary templates considers not only the player's market value but also the template's effects, or rather, its rarity.

(End of Chapter)