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Overpowered Cricket system

2031, World Cup Semi Final at lords IND vs Eng India need 2 runs with 1 ball and 1 wicket remaining. Jofra Archer with the final ball, Here we go. The skinny man has not been in the good form this tournament. There it is, they’ll go…this’ll be out, surely!! OHH HE’S OUT, HE’S GOING TO BE RUN OUT, OH THAT’S IT, INDIA ARE OUT, NITISH DIDN’T RUN, I CANNOT BELIEVE IT, ENGLAND GO INTO THE WORLD CUP FINAL, RIDICULOUS RUNNING WITH TWO BALLS TO GO, Nitish DIDN’T GO, Dhoni COME. ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS THIS IS NOT SOMETHING THAT A PROFESSIONAL CRICKETER OR ANY ATHLETE DO. Maybe it's really time for Nitish the 40 year old to retire. Nitish was brutally trolled by media and was abused in the comment sections of his media pages. The man who was hailed as a hero with the victory in South Africa T20 World Cup now being hated to the core. His wife left him, his son despised him " I hope you're dead" these were the final words his wife spoke before handing over the divorce papers. Everything is lost in a match , the only people who supported Nitish were his teammates everyone knows he had given his best given his age but he was the one that cost them a World Cup. What is it that I've done wrong, top scorer in the world cup with 2 centuries at the age 40 and he's the oldest debutant he debuted to Indian team at 37 years. If only I've found my talent in my youth days, saying so he slept on the bed. When he woke up he was 13 years old and was granted a system. With this system there's no looking back for Nitish on his journey to becoming the epitome of success in cricket. You can support me via donations https://bmc.link/astautsugi Thank you and this is entirely optional!! As this book is fan-fic it doesn't get contracted in webnovel.

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Chapter 62: Trap for uncle III

As the cool breeze rustled through the leaves of the old banyan tree in Nitish's backyard, a sense of anticipation hung in the air. Nitish's uncle, known for his overbearing nature and a penchant for meddling, had arrived unannounced, ready to unleash his toxic presence once again.

Uncle Rajesh, a man driven by envy and a twisted sense of superiority, took pleasure in belittling Nitish's accomplishments. He thrived on the idea that he held power over his nephew's destiny, a power he believed would crush Nitish's dreams of becoming a professional cricketer.

Leaning against the fence, Nitish watched as Uncle Rajesh swaggered towards him, a smug grin etched on his face. The scent of arrogance accompanied his every step, poisoning the tranquil atmosphere of the backyard.

"Ah, Nitish, my dear nephew," Uncle Rajesh began, his voice dripping with false charm. "I hope you've been enjoying your little cricketing endeavors. But let me enlighten you about something. You see, it was I who ensured your constant rejection from domestic tournaments. It amuses me to watch you struggle and fail."

Nitish's eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger dancing in their depths. His uncle's words stung, but Nitish had learned to channel his emotions into determination. He wouldn't let Uncle Rajesh's interference define his journey.

Uncle Rajesh continued his tirade, relishing in his perceived triumphs. He took pride in highlighting Nitish's alleged role in his own son's downfall, claiming that Nitish's success had led his son down a path of addiction and despair.

"You think you're so special, don't you, Nitish?" Uncle Rajesh sneered. "Well, let me make one thing clear. I will ensure that your hard-earned reputation crumbles to dust within a week. I'll expose your so-called talent as nothing more than a fluke. Prepare to be humiliated, young man."

A sly smile tugged at Nitish's lips as he listened to his uncle's hollow threats. The words washed over him, fueling his resolve rather than breaking his spirit. Nitish had grown accustomed to his uncle's attempts at manipulation and control, and he knew it was time to turn the tables.

"I appreciate your confidence, Uncle Rajesh," Nitish responded, his voice dripping with a newfound self-assuredness. "You've always had a way with words. But let me give you a piece of advice. Enjoy this week to the fullest. Indulge in your illusion of victory, for it will be short-lived."

Uncle Rajesh scoffed, his arrogance showing no signs of waning. "You underestimate me, Nitish. I will tarnish your name, expose your weaknesses, and ensure you're reduced to nothing more than a mere footnote in the annals of cricket history."

Nitish's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with a fire that burned brighter than ever. "I welcome your challenge, Uncle Rajesh. But remember this: the harder you push, the stronger I become. I've faced countless obstacles, and each time, I've emerged stronger, more resilient. Prepare to witness the true extent of my abilities."

With those defiant words, Nitish turned away from his uncle, his focus unwavering. He knew the path ahead would be arduous, but he was fueled by a burning determination to overcome any obstacle in his way.

Uncle Rajesh, momentarily taken aback by Nitish's unwavering confidence, stared after him with a mix of disbelief and unease. The tables had turned, and he found himself facing a force he had never anticipated.

As Nitish walked back towards the cricket setup, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Uncle Rajesh's challenge had inadvertently unleashed a newfound strength within him. He was ready to prove his mettle, not just to his uncle but to himself as well.

In the days that followed, Nitish dedicated himself to honing his skills, pushing his limits further than ever before. The backyard became a sanctuary, where each shot he played, each ball he bowled, was infused with a determination that couldn't be extinguished.

Uncle Rajesh's idle threats seemed inconsequential in the face of Nitish's unwavering focus. He had transformed his uncle's challenge into an opportunity to rise above the doubts and obstacles that had plagued him. And as the week drew to a close, Nitish knew that the battle he was about to wage would be a turning point in his journey.

With a final glance at the setting sun, Nitish whispered to himself, "I'll show them what it truly means to fight with me. Let the countdown begin."