Otome-style harem fantasy, falling in love with the Rossoneri while saving Milan on the side. The male lead must be included in the blurb; nominations for the male leads in the other arcs are welcome!
I, Alessia, am an FM data researcher from 2026, a lifelong Rossoneri fan. I transmigrated to 2003 and am now a data intern at Milan Lab.
During my first week on the job, I realized it wasn't quite what I expected.
Mr. Maldini is always looking at me like he wants to say something but can't.
Mr. Inzaghi gives me a rose every day.
Mr. Nesta shares his beloved pork-cheek pasta with me.
A Brazilian newcomer who's just arrived in Milan got lost with me three times, and we exchanged phone numbers along the way.
...Our Rossoneri are so approachable. This definitely isn't some kind of "Love and Milan" otome game. Ha ha.
What I don't know is that on my first day at work, a message appeared before every Rossoneri player:
[Core Target: Alessia]
[Current Affection: 10]
[Increase Affection to unlock Thought Fragments]
[Do not reveal the System's existence to the Core Target]
The superstars saw the words "Affection" and launched into a completely misguided competition for my attention.
Me: ...I'll have to politely decline.
Later, things got stranger and stranger. They would suddenly appear in my dreams.
In those dreams, there was no Milan, no football, and we didn't remember each other from real life.
(Maldini's Story)
Sicily. I'm a university student with my mind full of law and justice; he's a Mafia boss feared by everyone.
I tell him this is unlawful imprisonment. Seated at the end of a long table, he listens to me and slowly removes his black gloves. "Go on. I like listening to you talk about the law."
(Inzaghi's Story)
Santorini. I'm the investigator hunting him; he's an art forger who has conned half of Europe.
I corner him in a hotel room and search him. He obediently raises his hands, until I slip my hand inside his suit jacket. Then he dips his head with a smile. "Officer, is this part of the investigation too?"
(Nesta's Story)
Ancient Rome. I'm a priestess who can foresee death; he's a legionary hero known as the God of War.
Blood runs from his forehead into his collar, but he refuses to let anyone else touch him. He takes my hand and places it against a hidden clasp on his breastplate. "Didn't you say I would die? Then come save me."
(Shevchenko's Story)
During the Cold War, I'm a CIA agent and he's a KGB agent. We've been ordered to pose as a married couple while carrying out a mission together.
To fool the surveillance outside the door, he pins me against the hotel door and kisses me. The next second, we both reach for the guns concealed at each other's waists.
(Kaka's Story)
During the Renaissance, I'm a daughter of the House of Borgia who has already been widowed three times. For the fourth time, my family places portraits of potential husbands before me.
I don't look. This time, I want to choose for myself.
Then, at the Vatican, I see a twenty-year-old priest.
I kneel in the confessional and confess to him: Father, I want a holy, young, devout priest to be my fourth husband. Then, through the wooden screen, I tell him, one by one, all the fantasies I shouldn't be having.
There's a pause on the other side.
"Madam, may the Lord forgive you."
Every dream is different.
The one thing they all have in common is this:
[Dream's End Condition: She admits that she has fallen in love with you.]
The next morning.
Me: "Good morning, Captain."
Maldini, who had just heard me say "I love you" in another world: "..."
Me: "?"
Only later do they discover that memories aren't the only things left behind when they wake up.
Rings, prophecies, marriage contracts, codebooks, rosaries... The things they bring back from their dreams can actually change reality.
Now that I know where the geniuses will get hurt, how the heroes will leave, and the day the greatest era will end, why let things happen exactly as they did before?
Don't let injuries wear down geniuses. Don't let departures become regrets.
And don't wait for the heroes to grow old before bringing them back to San Siro.
As for why all the men at Milanello are getting more and more afraid whenever I space out...
I don't know.
I'm just a little girl who loves to dream.
Theme: Love and trust can rewrite regrets and rebuild the future.
