The GOAT Returns:Reincarnated to dominated Football again

Tom Brady had lived the perfect life. Championships, fortune, and fame—there was nothing he hadn't accomplished. Seven Super Bowl rings, records that no one thought would ever be broken, and a legacy that cemented him as the Greatest of All Time.

Even after finally retiring at the age of 50, he remained an icon. The world still spoke of his name, debates over his GOAT status still flooded sports networks, and analysts constantly compared every new quarterback to him.

And yet, after years of grueling discipline, relentless training, and an unshakable will to win, Tom had finally found peace in his retirement.

At least, that's what he thought.

Sitting in a luxurious beachside villa on his private island, he took a slow sip from his specially formulated, electrolyte-rich avocado smoothie. The ocean breeze was gentle, the waves lapped against the shore in a soothing rhythm, and in front of him was a massive 100-inch holographic TV, playing classic football highlights.

There he was, in his prime—precision passing, ice-cold decision-making, and a presence on the field that sent shivers down the spines of defenses. Even years after stepping away from the game, he still watched football like a student studying film, breaking down plays, analyzing movements, and calculating what he would have done differently.

Football had been his life for over three decades.

Even in retirement, he couldn't let go.

The screen flickered as the broadcast transitioned to a new debate:

"Who is the best quarterback of all time?"

Immediately, the panel of analysts began their discussion. Some praised Mahomes for his raw talent, some brought up old legends like Montana and Peyton Manning, but as expected, the conversation always circled back to Brady himself.

"There's no denying the numbers," one analyst said. "Brady has the rings, the longevity, the dominance. He played in different eras, with different teams, and still won. But let's be real—if he were playing today, against these young, athletic quarterbacks, would he still dominate?"

Tom smirked. It was the same tired debate, year after year.

He stretched his legs out, resting his arms behind his head. "Let's see if any of these kids could have played in my era," he muttered to himself.

Then, everything changed.

A bright flash filled the sky, followed by a deafening crack of thunder.

Before he could react, a bolt of pure white lightning struck his villa directly.

Pain.

Searing, blinding pain shot through his body, as if every cell was being torn apart. He felt himself being pulled—ripped away from reality. His vision blurred, his mind swam in confusion, and his body felt weightless, as if he was falling through an endless abyss.

And then—

Darkness.

A New Life Begins

The sound of jeering laughter echoed around him.

A sharp, metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. His entire body ached, bruises pulsing with pain.

Slowly, he blinked, vision clearing.

What the hell?

Gone was his luxurious villa. Gone was his 50-year-old body, fine-tuned from decades of training and discipline.

Instead, he found himself lying face-down on the floor of a dirty high school locker room, the scent of sweat and cheap cologne filling the air.

Surrounding him were teenagers in football gear, laughing and pointing.

"Damn, Tommy, you really are useless."

"How does it feel to get wrecked in practice by a freshman?"

"Bradfield, you're never going to make it. Just quit already."

Tom pushed himself up, groaning as he touched his face—his young face.

He scrambled to his feet and ran toward the nearest mirror, his breath catching in his throat as he saw his reflection.

He was no longer the legend, the titan of football, the man who had conquered the sport.

Instead, staring back at him was a scrawny, acne-ridden, 17-year-old kid with the name "Tommy Bradfield" on his jersey.

What the hell happened?!

Panic flooded his mind. This wasn't his body. This wasn't his world. This wasn't his life!

His heart pounded. His mind raced.

And then—

[SYSTEM ACTIVATED.]

A cold, robotic voice rang inside his head.

[Congratulations, Host. You have been selected as the heir to the GOAT System.]

[Mission: Return to the top and reclaim your throne.]

[Initializing talent scan…]

[Analyzing current body…]

Tom felt a strange energy wash over him, like a digital pulse scanning every inch of his being.

Then, a holographic status screen appeared in front of his eyes.

[GOAT SYSTEM - PLAYER STATUS]

Name: Tommy Bradfield

Age: 17

Height: 5'10" (178 cm)

Weight: 165 lbs (75 kg)

Position: Quarterback (Benchwarmer)

Physical Stats:

• Strength: 3 (Pathetic)

• Speed: 4 (Below Average)

• Agility: 3 (Uncoordinated)

• Stamina: 2 (Gassed after two plays)

• Throwing Power: 5 (Weak Arm)

• Throwing Accuracy: 4 (Inconsistent)

• Football IQ: 6 (Decent, but slow processing)

Overall Rating: 1-Star Recruit (Lowest Tier!)

Tom stared at the screen, his jaw dropping in disbelief.

ONE STAR?!

THIS BODY SUCKS!

His blood boiled. How the hell was he supposed to dominate the game in this pathetic form?

The old Tom Brady had spent years perfecting his skills, reading defenses, and dissecting the game at an elite level. Now? He was trapped in the body of a loser, the worst player on the team, a nobody.

Just as frustration threatened to boil over, another notification popped up.

[Hidden Legacy Unlocked.]

[Due to Host's Legendary Soul, a special ability has been activated.]

[GOAT SYSTEM - UNIQUE SKILL UNLOCKED]

Skill: Clutch Factor (Level 1)

• Description: When the game is on the line, your skills temporarily increase beyond normal limits.

• Effect: In the final five minutes of a game, all physical and mental stats get a +50% boost.

• Cooldown: 24 hours.

Tom's eyes widened.

A skill that activated in clutch moments?

Now that… that was interesting.

A slow grin spread across his face.

He might have been thrown into a pathetic body, but he wasn't just any ordinary teenager.

He was Tom freaking Brady.

And if there was one thing he knew how to do—

It was how to win.

"Alright," he muttered to himself, flexing his fingers as he stared at the system screen.

"Let's play some football."

End of Chapter 1