Zaid Khan : A billion Dreams

Zaid's eyes widened.

What the hell was this?

[New Feature Unlocked: Skill Customization]

You can now allocate earned stat points to specific cricket skills.

His eyes widened.

This changes everything.

Until now, the System had automatically distributed his improvements, but now he had control. He could mold himself into the kind of cricketer he wanted to be.

A new screen opened.

[Available Stat Points: 3]

Batting: 58 ➝ [ ]

Bowling: 73 ➝ [ ]

Fielding: 60 ➝ [ ]

Mental Resilience: 56 ➝ [ ]

Zaid's fingers twitched.

He had been focusing a lot on his bowling, but deep down, he knew he wasn't just a bowler.

He wanted to be an all-rounder. Someone who could dominate in any situation, whether with the bat or ball.

He quickly allocated the points.

Batting: 58 ➝ 60 (+2)

Bowling: 73 ➝ 74 (+1)

As soon as he confirmed, a strange warmth spread through his body. His fingers felt lighter, his stance more balanced. It was subtle, but real.

A new message popped up.

[Balance Achieved: Player Recognized as an Emerging All-Rounder]

Future stat growth will now accommodate both batting and bowling equally.

Zaid grinned.

Finally.

This was just the beginning.

He wasn't just aiming to be good.

He was going to be unstoppable.

Zaid clenched his fists, feeling a new energy coursing through him. The System had officially recognized him as an all-rounder—a cricketer who could dominate with both bat and ball.

He could already imagine it—smashing boundaries under pressure, taking crucial wickets, turning matches single-handedly.

But this was just the start.

[New Mission: Prove Your Batting]

Task: Score 30+ runs in a practice match.

Reward: +3 Batting, +1 Mental Resilience.

Penalty: None.

Zaid's lips curled into a smirk.

Finally, a chance to test his batting.

His bowling had always been his strong suit, but his batting? Underrated.

People never expected much from him with the bat, but that was going to change.

Just then, a familiar voice called out.

"Zaid! We need one more batsman for a match! You in?"

Zaid turned to see a group of local players setting up a practice game.

He grabbed a bat, rolling his shoulders.

Perfect timing.

Zaid tightened his grip on the bat as he walked toward the makeshift pitch. The ground was uneven, the wicket nothing more than a few wooden stumps hammered into the dry earth, but none of that mattered.

This was his moment to prove himself as a batsman.

"Bro, you're going in at number three," one of the players informed him. "We need at least 150 on the board."

Zaid nodded. He wasn't nervous—just focused.

As he reached the crease, he tapped the bat against the ground, feeling its weight in his hands. The bowler, a tall guy with a strong run-up, stared him down.

"Let's see if you can handle this," the bowler smirked.

Zaid exhaled. Game on.

Zaid adjusted his stance, his eyes locked onto the bowler. The fielders moved into position, chatter buzzing around him.

The bowler sprinted in, his arm whipping over in a flash.

A short ball—fast and aggressive.

Zaid's instincts kicked in. He swayed back at the last second, letting the ball zip past his chest.

Thwack! The ball crashed into the keeper's gloves.

"Not bad," the bowler muttered, already walking back to his mark.

Zaid exhaled slowly. Focus. Watch the ball. Play smart.

The next delivery came—fuller, aimed at off-stump.

Zaid leaned in and drove—

Crack!

The ball raced past cover, finding the gap.

"Shot, Zaid!" someone shouted as the ball sped toward the boundary.

It didn't make it all the way, but Zaid was already sprinting.

One run. Two runs.

By the time the fielder threw it back, he was safe at the other end.

A solid start.

But he wasn't here to just survive.

He was here to dominate.

Zaid tapped his bat against the ground, feeling a surge of confidence. That drive had felt perfect—the balance, the timing, the way the ball raced off the middle of his bat.

But this was just the beginning.

The bowler frowned, adjusting his field. He wasn't going to let Zaid settle.

The next ball came—a yorker, fast and straight.

Zaid reacted instantly. He brought his bat down just in time, digging it out with a sharp, controlled motion. The ball rolled toward mid-on, and Zaid sprinted.

"Run!" he called, already halfway down the pitch.

His partner hesitated for a second but then dashed forward.

The fielder charged in, scooped up the ball, and threw—

Zaid dived.

Dust exploded around him as he slid his bat over the crease.

Safe.

The bowler let out a frustrated sigh. "You're quick, I'll give you that."

Zaid smirked, getting to his feet. You haven't seen anything yet.