Kapitel 28: The follow up
Chapter 28: The follow up
"Is this the best the great Zed Mac can do?" Barrie crowed, his voice carrying across the court and through the drone feeds. "Looks like the 'King' can barely stay on his feet, let alone rule the court!"
Zed gritted his teeth, his masked face hiding the storm of emotions raging within. He could feel the weight of expectation, of judgment, pressing down on him from all sides. The disappointed looks from his teammates and opponents (which were also his teammates but split for practice), the gleeful mockery from bad spectators, the pitying glances from the good spectators -- it all threatened to overwhelm him.
In that moment of desperation, Zed made a decision. His voice barely a whisper, he addressed the entity only he could perceive.
"System, you can help now."
The Dimensional Simulator [an advanced AI training system], currently in Snarky Coach mode, responded with its characteristic blend of condescension and amusement. Its voice echoed in Zed's mind, distinct from his own thoughts:
"Oh, I know you can no longer bear it, and I've seen enough of the misery I wanted to see. And per my advice that I'll give your loud-mouthed brother a high hope, then crush him so he may marvel before you. Since I've given him his moment in the spotlight, I'll now reluctantly act to crush him."
The system's tone grew more serious. "But get this right. Once I step in, there's no going back. Your muscles will feel like they're being torn from your bones when this is over. And let's not forget the expectations you'll be setting. Can your broken body keep up with the standard you're about to set?"
It paused, as if reassessing its initial urge to help. "Is this moment of satisfaction really worth the price you'll pay, Zed?"
Zed's jaw clenched, his resolve hardening. "Just do it," he growled internally. "I don't care about the consequences right now."
"Your funeral," the system replied, a hint of anticipation in its voice. "Alright, hotshot. Pay attention and do exactly as I say. No complaints, no hesitation. Got it?"
Zed gave a slight nod, imperceptible to anyone but himself and the system.
As the game resumed, Zed felt a sudden warmth spread through his body. It was as if every cell was coming alive, thrumming with energy. The court seemed to shift around him, the noise of the spectators fading into the background. In his mind's eye, he saw himself standing alone in a vast white expanse, ripples spreading out from beneath his feet with each step.
Talon Rhyse, ball in hand, hesitated. The memory of Zed's earlier fumbles made him wary of passing. But something in Zed's posture, in the set of his shoulders, made Talon reconsider. With a quick flick of his wrist, he sent the ball arcing towards Zed.
The moment Zed's fingers touched the ball, the Dimensional Simulator sprang into action.
"Fill your lungs," the system commanded. "Compress the pressure in your thighs and midfoot."
Without conscious thought, Zed obeyed. He felt his body responding in ways it never had before, each movement precise and purposeful. His muscles coiled with a new, alien strength, tendons stretching and contracting with superhuman efficiency.
"Speed quadrant [a designated area on the court that increases team speed after a player successfully passes the speed trial], now," the system barked. "You've got half a second. Move!"
Zed burst into motion, his feet barely seeming to touch the ground as he crossed into the flashing green area of the speed quadrant. The world around him seemed to slow, his perception sharpened to a razor's edge. The squeak of shoes on the court, the heavy breathing of his opponents, even the subtle shifts in the air currents - everything came into crystal-clear focus.
Jax, caught off guard by Zed's sudden burst of speed, moved to block. But the Dimensional Simulator was already two steps ahead.
"Bend forward, less than 90 degrees," it instructed. "Bounce the ball from right to left, then push off with your left leg and pivot."
Zed's body responded instantly, executing the complex maneuver with fluid grace. He felt the strain in his muscles, a burning sensation that teetered on the edge of pain but somehow remained exhilarating. He slipped past Jax as if the other player was standing still, reaching his destination with two-tenths of a second to spare.
"Jump and shoot," the system commanded. "Release at the apex of your jump, 45-degree angle."
Zed leapt, the ball leaving his fingertips at precisely the right moment. Time seemed to slow as he hung in the air, every fiber of his being focused on the trajectory of the ball. As he began to fall back to earth, he heard the satisfying swish of the ball passing cleanly through the net.
For a moment, the entire court fell silent. The constant stream of commentary from the AR [Augmented Reality] and VR [Virtual Reality] feeds stuttered to a halt. Even Barrie's mocking laughter died in his throat.
Then, as if a switch had been flipped, the court erupted into chaos. Zed's teammates and opponents (still his teammates) let out whoops of joy and disbelief. The spectators burst into applause. And on the social feeds, the tide of comments abruptly shifted.
User Chy: "Did you see that?! Where did that come from?"
User Xt: "Looks like the King isn't dead after all!"
The score now stood at 12-11 in favor of Zed's team, but more than that, the entire dynamic of the game had shifted. Zed's successful play in the speed quadrant had activated a team-wide speed boost, their uniforms and accessories humming with energy.
For the next three minutes, Zed and his teammates moved like blurs across the court. Passes that seemed impossible found their mark with pinpoint accuracy. Shots that should have been blocked sailed cleanly through the hoop. Zed felt as if he was operating on a different plane of existence, his body moving with a fluid grace that defied his recent struggles.
Barrie, his earlier cockiness evaporating, watched in growing dismay as his carefully laid plans crumbled before his eyes.
"This isn't possible," he muttered, his fingers flying across his AR interface as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. "He couldn't even stand straight a minute ago!"
Ted, observing from the sidelines, felt a grin spreading across his face. This, he realized, was the player he had taken a chance on. This was the Zed Mac he had believed in.
As the final seconds of the game ticked away, Zed found himself in the power quadrant [a designated area on the court that enhances player strength after the player successfully completes its power task], the area flashing an angry red. The Dimensional Simulator's voice cut through the chaos of the game.
"Three seconds," it warned. "Make it count."
Time seemed to slow to a crawl. Zed could feel every muscle in his body coiled, ready to spring. He could sense the positions of every player on the court, friend and foe alike. In that moment, everything else fell away. There was only Zed, the ball, and the basket.
With a fluid motion that seemed to defy the laws of physics, Zed launched himself upward. The ball left his hands at the perfect moment, sailing in a high arc towards the hoop. As he hung in the air, Zed felt a searing pain begin to spread through his muscles, a stark reminder of the system's warning.
The buzzer sounded, marking the end of the game. But all eyes were on the ball as it descended towards the basket. For a heart-stopping moment, it seemed as if it might rim out.
Then, with a satisfying swish, it passed cleanly through the net.
The final score: Zed's team 20, Jaxon's team 11.
The court erupted into chaos. Zed's teammates (team A) and even the substitute swarmed him, their earlier doubts forgotten in the euphoria of victory. The spectators were on their feet, cheering and applauding. Jaxon and his team B, though disappointed, couldn't help but look impressed. They were all team Phoenix Ballers, after all.
Barrie stood frozen, his mouth agape. The drone he had deployed to humiliate Zed had instead captured a moment of triumph that was already going viral across the continent.
In her office, Dr. Georgia leaned back in her chair, a mix of admiration and concern on her face. "Incredible," she murmured. "But at what cost?" Her trained medical eye could see the slight tremors in Zed's limbs, signs of extreme exertion that worried her.
Jadyn, watching from the rehabilitation center, felt tears prick at her eyes. Pride warred with worry in her heart. "Oh, Zed," she whispered. "What have you done to yourself?" She could already anticipate the grueling recovery sessions that would follow this superhuman performance.
In Azagrutte, Gib stared at the feed in disbelief, the flavor pod vaporizer [a futuristic device for consuming flavored vapors] forgotten in his hand. "This... this changes nothing," he muttered, but the tremor in his voice betrayed his uncertainty.
And in his room, young Allen jumped up and down, whooping with joy. "I knew it!" he shouted to no one in particular. "I knew Zed could do it!" His AR interface was already filling up with replays of Zed's incredible performance.
As the initial surge of adrenaline began to fade, Zed felt the first twinges of pain. The Dimensional Simulator hadn't been exaggerating -- every muscle in his body felt like it was on fire. It was as if he had compressed weeks of intense training into a few minutes, and his body was now demanding payment for this borrowed power.
But as he looked around at the cheering faces, at the scoreboard that proclaimed his team's victory, he couldn't bring himself to regret his decision. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Zed allowed himself a small smile behind his mask. He had done it. Against all odds, he had proven to himself -- and to everyone watching -- that he wasn't finished yet.
But as the pain in his body intensified, a small voice in the back of his mind wondered: at what cost had this victory come? And more importantly, could he pay that price again?
The answers to those questions would have to wait. For now, Zed basked in the moment of triumph, savoring a taste of the glory he had once known and hoped to reclaim. The ache in his muscles, the trembling in his limbs, the sweat soaking his uniform - all of it faded into the background as he absorbed the electric atmosphere of the court.
Little did he know, this was just the beginning of a journey that would test him in ways he could never have imagined. The Dimensional Simulator had opened a door, but what lay beyond was still shrouded in mystery - a mystery that Zed would have to unravel, one painful, glorious step at a time.
Glossary:
1. Dimensional Simulator: An advanced AI training system that can enhance a player's performance.
2. Speed quadrant: A designated area on the court that enhances player speed when activated.
3. Power quadrant: A designated area on the court that enhances player strength when activated.
4. AR (Augmented Reality): Technology that overlays digital information on the real world.
5. VR (Virtual Reality): Technology that immerses users in a completely digital environment.
6. Flavor pod vaporizer: A futuristic device for consuming flavored vapors.
7. Phoenix Ballers: The name of Zed's basketball team.
8. Azagrutte: A city in the story's futuristic setting.
Geschenke
-- Geschenk
erhalten Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein