Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Having the English team as his final opponent, Mo Fan somehow felt that even the heavens agreed that life had been too kind to him lately, and had decided to give him a heavy blow. Otherwise, why would the English team be his last opponent when there were so many other countries?
The English team was likely to be in the top three, or at least top five of the whole world!
"Is anyone willing to take part in the duels?" Bai Dongwei scanned the defenders and saw half of them taking a step back.
Bai Dongwei was immediately enraged. He pointed at the students and scolded, "A bunch of useless idiots, eager to participate against weaker teams, yet immediately turn into cowards when a strong team comes. Being able to fight a strong team is a great chance to learn! It's more about the spirit, do you understand?"
"Instructor, we don't want to be crushed. We just got our confidence back," one of the defenders murmured.
Bai Dongwei looked helpless. As a matter of fact, when the English team entered the hall, he could already tell the students were in a bad position. Their opponent was being very polite, yet everyone on the English team was actually like a tiger or a wolf.
"What is the challenge going to be?" asked Mo Fan.
"Four on four, standard team battle," said Bai Dongwei.
"It looks like they have decided who their representatives are, how about us?" asked Mo Fan.
"I'll go," Mu Nujiao knew the fight was extremely important to Mo Fan. If they lost, he had to wait until the next roster change of the national team. No one knew how long that was going to take.
"Humph, a strong country is nothing to be scared of, either!" Dongfang Lie stepped forward. He seemed pretty eager to fight the English team.
"We'll need a Water or Light Element to be in charge of our defense," Mo Fan said to the team.
"Can I try?" asked Li Kuang.
The four members representing the Chinese team were selected. When everyone was about to step onto the stage, three people showed up at the entrance of the Training Hall. They were all fairly aged...
Bai Dongwei was surprised. He did not expect the advisors to visit the Training Hall. He was totally taken by surprise.
However, his face immediately fell dark as a thought crossed his mind.
The advisors never visited when they were on a winning streak, yet they happened to come when their team was facing off against a strong opponent, the English team. The smile on Bai Dongwei's face immediately vanished.
It did not matter who their opponent was, it went without saying that the advisors would not be happy seeing the Chinese team lose. If they were not happy, he would surely be scolded as the instructor!
"What kind of luck do I have!?" Bai Dongwei felt like tearing up. He immediately went to receive the advisors.
The advisors were Feng Li, Song He, and the vice-president of the Oriental Pearl Tower. Behind them were a few young Magicians, who were most likely their juniors; two girls and a boy.
Feng Li had thick brows and a thick beard. He was always accompanied by a domineering aura and background music. He looked at Bai Dongwei and uttered a cold harrumph, as if he was not fond of the instructor, and proceeded to the spectator seats.
Bai Dongwei had no choice but to keep the advisors in company.
"Feng Li, it's Mo Fan," Song He immediately recognized Mo Fan standing on the stage.
Song He was the dean of Imperial College. He was very familiar with Mo Fan's achievements.
"Humph, that disrespectful, undisciplined, impolite kid; I can't wait to see how screwed he's going to be!" Feng Li pulled a long face. He seemed to have a huge grudge against Mo Fan.
Feng Li and Song He happened to be at the Magic Association. They decided to visit the Training Hall when they learned that the English team had come to challenge them. Even though the advisors were in charge of the national team, the Training Hall was still a part of their responsibilities.
"I was quite surprised that the English team came to Asia so soon. It seems like we are the first country they visited," said the vice-president.
"Since our Training Hall's winning rate improved, our ranking improved too. It went without saying that they are more interested in challenging the country with the highest ranking," Song He smiled..
The Training Hall's winning rate had skyrocketed since Mo Fan and Mu Ningxue joined the defending team. They had successfully grabbed the attention of other countries.
"Grandpa, can they beat the English team?" asked a young girl with a ponytail in a sweet voice.
"Of course not; even the people on the national team are most likely going to lose tto the English team, let alone them," replied Feng Li blatantly.
If the national team was considered the main team, the defending team would be considered a substitute team.
Their challenger today was the main team from England. Even the team led by Ai Jiangtu had no chance of winning against them. England was a strong country after all. Its ranking in the World College Tournament in the past had always been a lot higher than China.
"Does that mean the fight is going to be boring to watch?" murmured another young girl whose hair was dyed blonde.
"We aren't here to enjoy the show. I'm mainly here to watch the English team, to observe their strength," said Feng Li.
"(cough cough) Feng Li, please don't say that..." Song He looked embarrassed.
Bai Dongwei's face flushed after hearing the comments. Those words were too damaging to his dignity!
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The representatives from the Chinese team were Mo Fan, Mu Nujiao, Dongfang Lie, and Li Kuang.
As for the English team, it seemed they had decided on their representatives randomly.
Normally, it was rare for the captain of a national team to participate in the challenge. Mo Fan only hoped that the English team did not send out someone too strong. If one of their representatives was as strong as Ai Jiangtu, his team basically had no chance of winning!
"They are all Advanced Magicians," Mo Fan quickly reminded his teammates, frowning when he saw the four representatives from the English team.
"That's fine, we can still fight them if they haven't learned the Advanced Spells yet," said Li Kuang.
"I have also reached the Advanced Level," said Mu Nujiao.
"Oh? Not bad, not bad!" Mo Fan raised his brows at Mu Nujiao.
If Mu Nujiao was able to cast the Advanced Spell of the Plant Element, their team would be in a better spot. The Demon Tree Hand was quite a dominating spell!
However, it did not matter much if she still had not learned it. Her control of the Plant Element had still improved significantly regardless. When everyone was still unable to cast Advanced Spells adeptly, the control of their Element mattered the most. After all, it usually took a long time just to cast an Advanced Spell.
Mo Fan was quite surprised to learn that Mu Nujiao had reached the Advanced Level. He had not noticed her cultivation improving suddenly, despite staying in the same house… it seemed the Mu Family had decided to invest in her!
"Cheer up, we won't necessarily lose the duel!" said Mo Fan after he saw the other three in low spirits.
Li Kuang forced a smile on his face. As a matter of fact, he only volunteered to get some experience from it. How could they possibly have a chance of winning against the English team?!
Dongfang Lie did not say anything. He was prepared to give his best. As for the outcome, he was prepared to face it. It was not like he had never lost before.
Meanwhile, Mu Nujiao was being extremely serious. This was the first battle she would be involved in after she became an Advanced Magician. She would definitely try her best!


He woke up in a familiar world that had vastly changed.

His familiar school had become a mystical school that teaches magic, encouraging everyone to become a mighty magician.

Outside the city, many wandering magical beasts and monsters attacked and preyed on humans.

His world of advanced science changed into one that praised magic. Despite this, his ambition in life, and his social status remained the same; one of the dregs of the society with a struggling father and a disabled step sister that couldn’t walk.

However, Mo Fan found that when most people could only practice a single major element of magic, he was a Versatile Mage!

In mid-March, the 2004 Top Ten Lawrence Champions Award was announced. Although it is called "Lawrence", this award is not the same as the Lawrence International Award. The predecessor of this award was the selection of the top ten athletes in China. Although Zhang Guan was shortlisted, he was eventually voted out after voting. After all, Zhang Guan's qualifications are still too shallow, and the final selection is also an outstanding athlete who has been playing in sports for many years and has won many honors.

At the end of March, the national team began closed training.

The training was not held in the same place. Since all the participants in the Olympics have not been confirmed, the training is still based on the principle of proximity. For example, Liu Feiren participated in the training at the Xinzhuang training base, while Zhang Guan went to the National Sports Center Base training.

In this large-scale training activity, in addition to athletes, domestic excellent coaches will also be recruited to participate in the training. All the personnel required to participate in the training will need food, accommodation, venue equipment, medical care, and ground transfer training. While sports equipment is also issued by the field management center. Also, the coaches of the project in the venue can bring 1 or 2 sparring athletes, and the room and board expenses are also covered by the center.

For many young athletes, being a sparring partner in the national team is also a golden opportunity. You can recognize the best athletes and coaches in the country, and experience the highest level of training in the country which is a good opportunity.

The training of track and field events is an extremely boring thing, such as basketball, football, and other team projects. In addition to training, there are tactical explanations and teamwork training; and like table tennis and badminton, even singles have tactical training; and The training of track and field events is faster, higher, farther and stronger, especially the 100-meter sprint. There are no tactics and no teamwork, so training is repeated over and over again. It can be very simple, but it is alternative torture.

From the initial freshness to the later boredom, to the later disgust, to the final numbness, in the repeated repetition, Zhang Guan spent three months, until the end of the National Athletics Championships and Athens Olympics trials in late May. After this, the training was over.

Zhang Guan returned to his hometown again in early June, he will enjoy the last holiday before the Olympics. According to the schedule, the Athens Olympic Games delegation inaugural meeting will be held in July, followed by the Olympic oath division meeting, followed by athlete training, and then the set off for Athens.

...

The most important thing for Zhang Guan this time is to prepare as many euros as possible. To this end, he took the real estate certificate of the housing rewarded by the provincial sports center and went to the bank's credit center business hall. This year he has turned 18 years old and is allowed to borrow money.

Zhang Guan walked into the door of the business hall of the Bank of China Credit Center. The salesman sitting behind the counter looked up at him but ignored him.

This year, personal loans are mainly student loans for poor students and personal housing loans. Student loans are often only a few thousand yuan, which can be handled by many county-level credit unions. In terms of housing loans, the housing price is not high. The amount of the down payment is relatively high, so for a house, you can at most borrow more than one hundred thousand yuan.

This bank credit center usually handles some big business of corporate loans, so when Zhang Guan walked in, the salesman knew at a glance that Zhang Guan was not an entrepreneur, and so naturally, no one took care of him. With the little money for student loans and mortgages, these salesmen look down on them.

In desperation, Zhang Guan walked to one of the counters and sat down, while the credit clerk on the opposite side was still typing on the keyboard, and ignoring Zhang Guan.

"I want to get a loan." Zhang Guan said.

The man still did not look up, but looked directly at the computer and said: "The student loan must be managed by the school to open a certificate, and the credit union or the agricultural bank will take care of it."

"I don't want a student loan, I want a..."

Zhang Guan said halfway but was interrupted by the salesman.

"Housing loans must also be certified." The man raised his head impatiently, glanced at Zhang Guan, who felt familiar, but did not recognize him.

"I want a mortgage." Zhang Guan said while pulling out the real estate certificate, and then said: "I want to use this house as a mortgage for loans."

The salesman looked at Zhang Guan curiously. There were very few people who chose to use the house as a mortgage to obtain personal loans this year. Even the old salesman like him rarely received it.

He took the real estate certificate, opened it, looked at the address, and said, "This is the family home of the Sports Hall. This is a civil servant community. The location is good. The water, electricity, and heating facilities are also complete. This house is good. The name on the real estate certificate is Zhang Guan, is that you?"

"It's me." Zhang Guan handed his ID card to the salesperson.

Zhang Guan still uses the first generation ID card. Although the photo is not as clear as the second generation ID card, because it was just last year, the photo is not much different from the real person. Then the salesman looked at the photo on the ID card. His eyes and faces suddenly showed an incredible expression.

"Zhang Guan! Are you Zhang Guan?" The salesman asked loudly.

Zhang Guan nodded.

"You're the record-breaking Zhang Guan! The Flying Man Zhang Guan!"

"He is Zhang Guan!"

"Can you give me an autograph!"

"Have you brought a camera, let's take a photo together!"

The salesmen in the business hall all gathered around.

In China, Zhang Guan's reputation is not high and is still far inferior to Liu Feiren. After all, Liu Feiren has been continuously honored in international competitions since 2000, and Zhang Guan's success was the champion of the Asian Athletics Championships last year. The domestic reports of the Asian Athletics Championships were relatively low-key, and many people simply did not know yet that there is such a competition, if it is not for Zhang Guan breaking the Asian 100m record, I am afraid it would have been already been forgotten.

However, this city is Zhang Guan's hometown, so Zhang Guan is still well-known. This is directly related to propaganda. As Zhang Guan's hometown, he naturally will get the maximum coverage to Zhang Guan's achievement of breaking the Asian 100-meter record. Here, although most people still don't know Zhang Guan, almost everyone knows Zhang Guan's name.

"What are you doing at work!" A voice came from the side, and it was Manager Wu from the Credit Business Office who came.

Everyone saw that Manager Wu came, and all returned to their original positions, and someone had just told Manager Wu about Zhang Guan's arrival. He saw him and approached Zhang Guan and reached out his hand and said, "Hello, I am the manager of this credit department, my surname is Wu."

"Hello, Manager Wu." Zhang Guan got up and shook hands with Manager Wu.

"Mr. Zhang, how about we talk there?" Manager Wu showed a professional smile and led Zhang Guan to the VIP service center in the back.

After seating, the staff served refreshments, and Manager Wu greeted Zhang Guan to drink tea, and then entered the topic and said: "I heard that you want to apply for a personal mortgage?"

"Yes, I want to use this house as a mortgage." Zhang Guan pulled out the real estate certificate.

Manager Wu took the real estate certificate, looked at it roughly, lowered his head for a few seconds, and then said: "The value of this house needs to be evaluated by the professionals of our bank, but I estimate that with this house as a mortgage, there is no problem with a loan of 300,000 yuan."

"Is there any other way to borrow more?" Zhang Guan asked.

"There has to be!" Manager Wu then asked: "How much do you need?"

"The more, the better," Zhang Guan replied.

Manager Wu nodded: "I can loan you a million."

"One million? But my house is not worth so much!" Zhang Guan said.
"This house can have a loan of 300,000 yuan, and it is estimated that the evaluation is similar. However, you are a well-known athlete who broke the Asian record, so I can give you some more loans, so in your case, with my authority I can lend you one million, if it exceeds one million, you need the president's approval. Also, if you can find a suitable guarantor, you can borrow more money." Manager Wu introduced, and then added: "Actually I am your fan."

Zhang Guan thought for a while: "One million is one million, but I want to change all to Euros, is it okay?"

"Euro? I see you are going to participate in the Olympics!" Manager Wu immediately thought of the Athens Olympics two months later.

"Yes, I want to make a fortune there." Zhang Guan said a very reasonable reason.

Wu Jing who thought about the big commodity worth one million yuan had only thought of cars for a long time. He immediately guessed that the country would give those athletes participating in the Athens Olympic Games any preferential policies, such as buying imported cars without paying customs duties, etc. Zhang Guan wants to make a fortune.

However, Mr. Wu will not inquire about the customer's privacy, so Manger Wu immediately applied for a loan for Zhang Guan and helped Zhang Guan open a foreign currency account to deposit the exchanged euro.

The euro has just been officially launched recently. According to the exchange rate at that time, one million yuan was only exchanged for more than 90,000 euros.

Afterward, Zhang Guan took out several game prizes and exchanged them for Euros. The total amount was about 20,000 Euros.

Then Zhang Guan asked his parents again. Although Zhang Guan's family is not a rich man, Zhang Guan's parents' income is still good, and he has accumulated hundreds of thousands over the years. This time Zhang Guan represents the country to participate in the Athens Olympics. In the eyes of father Zhang and mother Zhang, it is an honor. In fact, after going abroad, they could not lose face anyway, so they exchanged 30,000 euros for Zhang Guan.

In this way, Zhang Guan's bank card adds up to a total of 150,000 euros.

...

After that, Zhang Guan returned to the provincial sports center. Due to the departure of Chen Lao, the track and field team temporarily arranged another coach for Zhang Guan. Although this new coach has no way to compare with Chen Lao in terms of level or seniority, temporarily tt's okay to deal with for a few days.

At the same time, Zhang Guan proposed to the team to learn English. At present Zhang Guan is the absolute top player of the provincial team. His request was immediately resolved by the team. He found an assistant from the university sports department to teach him English for two hours.

In his previous life, Zhang Guan also worked hard to learn English for some time. Although he didn't pass the exam in the end, he still has some English skills, and his mother is also an English teacher, so Zhang Guan's English foundation is still very good. The other athletes in the system, who have been training since childhood, have no time to learn at all, and Zhang Guan's English level is much better.

Zhang Guan is not very demanding of himself, and he doesn't have to become an English master to realize the basic conversation in life.

After a month in the provincial capital, Zhang Guan returned to the capital, and the fourth round of the National Athletics Grand Prix is about to start in the Beijing Sports Grand Prix.

This is not my original work, I just wanted to continue this novel so I’m translating it on my own free time. Please Enjoy
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Athletics, sprints, high jump, a long jump he could do it all, breaking the world records was known as the “Emperor Track and Field”;
In the arena of basketball with his invincible shots
In the football stadium did not lose a game known as “the undefeated king”
On the tennis court, he won four Grand Slam in one year.
On the track created numerous “firsts”
He is the greatest Olympic champion.
He has many world records
He is the ALMIGHTY ATHLETE

The game was over, and the final score was 0-0. None of the two teams managed to score a goal, so they had to shake hands for this goalies' draw.
However, the next game between the two teams would be held at the home court of Dingtian Club, which was not providing an optimistic outlook for Jeonbuk Hyundai. In a game of this level, it was almost impossible for Jeonbuk Hyundai to win in the home court of Dingtian Club, according to the strength comparison between the two teams.
For Jeonbuk Hyundai, the only good news was that Dingtian failed to score any away goals. Therefore, if Jeonbuk Hyundai managed to score one goal in the next game, they could go through to the next round of the game, even if the final result of the game was still a draw.
In the plane flying back to China, Harman and several core members of his coach team sat together, to summarize the game which had just finished.
Harman looked at the notebook in his hand and said, "We have to participate in the games of three fronts simultaneously, which resulted in serious exhaustion of the players. From this game, our disadvantage of insufficient lineup depth has been exposed. Our players are suffering from serious physical exhaustion by taking part in the games of the domestic league, the FA Cup, and the AFC Champions League at the same time. The chance of injury is also increasing. I will point this out to the club. However, we have to wait until the next season to change this situation. For this season, we still have to hold the line."
"The injuries of several players shall be evaluated, so I plan to have some of our key players take a break in the upcoming games of the domestic league. As far as to our current scores in the domestic league, if we could win the next game, it is highly possible for us to win the league championship in advance. Of course, this is dependent on whether our rivals could give us the chance. If they also win the next game, this competition for the championship has to be continued."
As Harman said this, he closed his notebook, turned to Claude, and asked, "What do you think of Dai Li?"
"What aspect are you talking about?" Claude asked immediately.
Harman smiled slightly, "Out team hasn't had transfusion of fresh blood for a long time."
Everyone was shocked, as none of them had expected Harman was planning to recruit Dai Li.
The gap between the Asian soccer players and their European counterparts was large, while the gap between the Asian soccer coaches and their European counterparts was even larger. Actually, there were good soccer coaches in Asia, but these coaches wouldn't create any advantage for Asia over Europe.
For example, if a competent Asian coach, who was a flagship in Asia, and could even match the European coaches, was put in Europe, this coach wouldn't be as shiny or impressive as he was in Asia. The reason being was that there might be around 20 coaches in Europe, who were at the same level as was this Asian coach.
This was just like a giant panda in an ordinary zoo: This panda must be the star of the zoo, and get the most attention. Some people would buy a ticket to the zoo just to see the panda. However, if the same panda was placed in the breeding base of the giant panda, together with dozens of pandas, this panda would just be an ordinary panda there.
For the same reason, the famous European coaches would definitely search for their team members in Europe. Even though some Asian coaches had reached their standards, these European coaches wouldn't go around the sun to meet the moon, for they really had a lot of candidates of the same level in Europe already.
Therefore, if an Asian coach wanted to have a place in Europe, being at the same level with the European coaches was far from being enough, as you were not good enough for the team to hire you instead of other coaches of same level with you. An Asian coach should be much better than the European coaches, in order to ensure himself a place on the European coach teams.
Another example would be the table tennis event. The reason that the table tennis coaches of China could have a place in the national teams of foreign countries, was that they were much better than their foreign counterparts. Therefore, when Harman expressed his intention to recruit Dai Li, everyone was shocked. Harman's intention was an indirect recognition that Dai Li was better than the European coaches.
After pondering it for several seconds, Claude said first, "Dai Li is really good in the physical training, which could match the high-level physical trainers in Europe. However, he also has some shortcomings. For example, he can only speak English, and even so, his English is still not really good enough."
All the European coaches in the meeting could speak two or three other languages besides English, such as German, French, Italian and Spanish. Basically, they wouldn't have any problem in communicating with all European players. Harman could speak four languages. Compared to them, Dai Li could only speak Chinese and English, and his English was not good enough.
Standing beside Claude, Maraloni, who was the Team Doctor, said, "Dai Li's massage manipulation is miraculous, which he has shown to us in the last game. So I will open my arms to welcome him to join our medical group."
Claude stared at Maraloni discontentedly, and thought Maraloni was undermining his team, even if Dai Li hadn't been recruited to the coach team.
The Assisting Coach Delassaux gave a knowing smile, and turned aside from this topic, "According to my information, Dai Li has signed a one year contract with Dingtian Club. Now, there are three months before the expiration of the contract. I've heard Dai Li was recommended by one of the team's shareholders. Based on his performance, the renewal of his contract with the club will be assured. I guess Dai Li will remain in the club for the next season. We also have one year left before the expiration of the contract between us and Dingtian Club."
"I know what you are talking about," Harman nodded slightly. "You mean the club could renew Dai Li's contract first for the next season, so that we could still have Dai Li work for us, and save a lot of money for our team at the same time."
Harman came to Dingtian Club with his team. The remuneration of each team member had been determined through strict calculation and negotiation. Now, except for Harman, the annual salary of the rest of the team members was about 10 million Euros. One more person would definitely cause additional expenditures.
Delassaux revealed an expression of "you know that", then continued to say, "Dai Li's contract with Dingtian Club will not stop him from working for us. One year later, if we won't renew the contract with Dingtian Club, we could send an invitation to Dai Li then. I believe he won't refuse our invitation."
...
Dai Li suddenly felt the hospitality from the foreign coaches of Harman's team, which was much better than before.
Especially for the team doctor Maraloni, who, when he met Dai Li before, would just greet Dai Li. But now, he would always talk with Dai Li, and even discuss the rehabilitation of the players with Dai Li, even asking for Dai Li's opinions. Before that, these issues were just inside Harman's team. Coaches hired by the club, like Dai Li, would have the chance to listen, at most, and wouldn't have the right to speak, let alone be asked for their opinions.
Now the domestic league was drawing to an end. The score of Dingtian Club was obviously advantageous. In the upcoming 27th round of the domestic league, it was highly possible for Dingtian Club to win the league champion in advance. Of course, it was still dependent on whether the team, which ranked the 2nd, could give Dingtian Club the chance.
The opposing team of Dingtian in the 27th round was a team of intermediate level. Coach Harman didn't send all of his key players to the game. Finally, Dingtian defeated this team at a score of 2-1.
At the same time, the team rank the 2nd lost in the game, so Dingtian Club managed to defend the championship of the league three rounds in advance.
For Dingtian Club, this was definitely good news. They wouldn't worry about the domestic league anymore. The key players didn't need to participate in the upcoming games of the domestic league, and could devote themselves in the preparation of the final game of AFC Champions League.
...
In the office, Dai Li was holding a thick operation manual in one hand, and his mobile phone in the other hand. He was using translation software on his mobile phone.
Dingtian Club had just imported several pieces of state-of-the-art training equipment from Europe. The operation interfaces of the equipment were all in English and quite complicated. The operation manual was just like a dictionary. Even the foreign coaches of Harman's team had to spend a lot of time to figure out the operation of the equipment.
For Dai Li, he needed to work even harder to master the usage of the equipment. Although the operation manual had a lot of language options, such as English, French, German, Italian and Spanish, the option of Chinese was not included. Many technical terms and special names had made Dai Li light-headed in trying to figure them. He had to read the manual with the help of the translation software.
It got dark before Dai Li was aware, and he stood up, gave a stretch, and yawned with fatigue.
It's really hard to understand this operation manual. Let me just go to the training room to have some field operation of those new equipment.
As Dai Li thought of it, he walked to the training room with the operation manual.
From afar, Dai Li saw that the lamps in the training room were still on.
Did they forget to turn off the lamps, or is there still somebody there? Dai Li shook his head. It is impossible for someone to stay in this room at this time.
This was a professional soccer club, not a training team in the system. Although the players were better paid than those athletes in the system, the club players' training time was shorter than that of the athletes in the system.
The players in the club were more like employees in an enterprise. They would arrive at the training ground on time in the morning, and go home on time in the afternoon. The additional training would always happen on holidays or weekends. We could read the news that certain star players performed additional training during holidays, but we seldom heard the news that a player performed additional training in the team in the evening of a working day.
The members of Harman's team would also have reliable attendance every day. The Europeans were people who would refuse to work overtime, even if overtime pay was guaranteed. The team doctor Maraloni was a good example of this phenomenon. As an Italian, he spent a lot of time in planning his vacations. If you asked him to work overtime, he would definitely bear a deep grudge against you, as if you had murdered his parents!
Before, when Dai Li was in the National Table Tennis Team, overtime was very normal. A guy who refused to work overtime would be considered an alien. In the National Table Tennis Team, you could find someone who worked 16 hours a day easily. A lot of athletes chose to have additional trainings. Yet after joining Dingtian Club, Dai Li had gradually adapted to this culture of saying no to overtime.
Therefore, when Dai Li saw the lamps in the training room were still on, his first response was to think that someone forgot to turn off the lamps. However, when Dai Li got close, he could heard sounds coming out of the room.
Someone is in the room. Who doesn't leave at this time? It shouldn't be those foreigners, they are not so diligent! As Dai Li thought of it, he entered the room and started to look around.
It's General Manager Xiao!
On a treadmill, Dai Li saw a beautiful figure.
It was Yunan Xiao.


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

　　　Even after the night, there was still a portion of England supporters who could not believe this fact—They actually defeated Portugal by a 4:2 scoreline.
　　That match was like a dream and it left a deep impression on them.
　　No matter what, Portugal was still a traditionally strong team in Europe and logically speaking, they were equal to the England team. That's why, while it was not a big shock that England defeated Portugal, to win so easily with a score of 4:2 was unusual.
　　Even though England did not play much better than Portugal throughout the whole match, the scoreline said it all. 4:2 was a score that could really enable them to hold their heads up high.
　　The analysis of the English media of this match was very simple and unexpectedly consistent—It was not because Portugal was bad, it was because we were too good! England was a world-class team. Defeating a strong European team like Portugal with a score of 4:2 was not unusual. The English fans were used to believing everything the media said. Since the media said that England was very good, then England was really good.
　　For a moment, optimism filled the country and it seemed like there would be no issues qualifying from the group stage. Even winning the European Championship would be a piece of cake.
　　Eventually, such a thought did not just stay within the public, but it spread to the team as well.
　　At first, they thought the match would be very difficult without George Wood. However, they defeated a strong team like Portugal with a score of 4:2 unexpectedly and this made them very proud.
　　The atmosphere during training the next day was very relaxed as they were still talking about the match yesterday and it excited them.
　　Twain did not mind. His brain was filled with thoughts on how to deal with Germany. Yes, he had skipped over Wales… In his mind, Wales would not pose much of a problem for them even without George Wood. Twain was very honest with himself about their level, coupled with the fact that morale was high since they just defeated Portugal. The match five days hence should not be a problem.
　　Twain announced that they would have the day off after just half a day of training. Half-day off today and a full day off tomorrow since they had enough time anyway. The English Premier League was the league with the most intensive fixtures and the England players were more tired than the players from the other leagues were. Twain was making use of all the opportunities to give the team days off so that they would not be too exhausted.
　　The players were very happy as they could to go shopping and loosen up.
　　However, one person did not join them.
　　George Wood was still doing his recovery training in the hotel's swimming pool. Even though the coaching team told him that there was no need for him to work so hard, nobody was able to talk a determined Wood out of it.
　　Twain did not care about Wood either. He decided to give himself half a day off as well as he went to look for Shania. The European Championship was work to him but it was a holiday to Shania.
　　The two of them explored the streets of Barcelona in some light disguise. There were some football fans who walked past them on the streets but even the English fans, much less the Wales fans, did not recognize the man wearing sunglasses in the company of the beautiful lady as Tony Twain.
　　England's next match would be played here at the Nou Camp too. After the game against Wales, they would have to move to Valencia in preparation for the key match against Germany.
　　"They are in the mood to relax now," Twain said as he watched the people around him.
　　"Will the pressure be greater during the later stages?" Shania held Twain's arm and leaned on his shoulder.
　　"Naturally."
　　"Isn't it more important to relax when the pressure is mounting?" Shania smiled cheekily.
　　Twain used the arm that Shania was not holding on to and rubbed her nose with it.
　　"I'll be able to relax when I think about you in bed," Twain said, fully meaning the double entendre. Shania obviously knew what he was talking about and did not hold back under the bright Barcelona sun as she kissed Twain.
　　※※※
　　After saying goodbye to Shania, Twain slowly walked back to the hotel that he was staying in.
　　Some of the players had come back early and were resting in the coffee shop. When they saw that the boss was back, they stood up to greet him. Twain took a glance at them and asked, "Where's George?"
　　Everyone knew that the concern the boss had for George was way more than that of a manager towards his player. Therefore, they did not think that it was strange. They looked at each other, shrugged and said, "Didn't see him. He might be in the room, or in the swimming pool, or he might be in the gym, boss."
　　"Okay… Carry on, guys," Twain waved, left the coffee shop and walked towards the gym.
　　He thought that there would be a high possibility of finding Wood in the gym.
　　As expected, he had just reached the gym when he heard the machines being used inside. The England team had already reserved the hotel's gym and the only one who would be training inside at this time could be George Wood.
　　Twain could see his well-built figure with the back to the entrance when he came in. Sweat glistened on his bare back under the lights.
　　"Take a break, George," Twain called out.
　　Wood turned and saw Twain standing at the entrance. He did as he was told and climbed off the machine.
　　"How do you feel?" Twain walked up to him and gave him a towel.
　　"Very good," Wood took the towel and wiped his face.
　　"It looks like you're recovering very well. I'm relieved," Twain looked at the big toe on his right foot. One could not tell that there was anything wrong with it at first glance anymore.
　　Actually, Twain had looked for him because he wanted to tell him something. Ever since England defeated Portugal, he had been thinking about this question.
　　Logically speaking, a team that had been winning should not be changed easily unless there was a special situation such as injuries. If they were lucky, this team without George Wood would keep winning until the knockout stage without injuries or illnesses, and then once Wood had recovered, would there still be a place for him on the team?
　　Twain did like Wood; otherwise, he would not have insisted on bringing Wood to Spain even though he had not recovered fully yet. However, he was not a sentimental person and a rather practical manager. Since this lineup could bring him victory, then what reasons were there for Wood to interrupt it? Whether it was the score or the unity of the changing room, he had no reason to change a winning team just to give Wood a spot on it.
　　That would be wrong and if he did that, he would run the risk of damaging the credibility that he built up internally in the team.
　　However, if he did not let Wood play, what was the point of bringing him to Spain? Wood would definitely not be willing to sit on the bench all the way. It would be fine if they won the European Championship but what if they lost? Wood would probably hate him for life.
　　That was why he wanted to have a talk with Wood.
　　"Do you have something to tell me?" Wood saw that Twain was confused and he took the initiative to ask.
　　"Yes…" Twain scratched his head. "George, do you remember what I told you initially? Next to the swimming pool in this hotel, remember? I said that even if you waited until the knockout stages, I cannot guarantee that you would be able to play. Do you know what that means?"
　　Wood nodded and did not make things difficult for Twain. "I know. The team is winning now, and we should not change the starting lineup easily."
　　Twain gave a sigh of relief seeing that Wood was so sensible.
　　Twain did not give him the bullshit talk of, "You're the captain, you should lead by example" etcetera. He knew that Wood had accepted this fact when he said that.
　　However, Wood suddenly added, "I'll work hard to get a chance to play."
　　Twain smiled. "Don't overdo it, take care not to hurt your leg again. Go take a break and relax." He patted Wood's shoulder.
　　Wood shook his head and said, "I still have a set of sit-ups…"
　　Twain shrugged. "If you hurt yourself again, you won't have a second chance, you know."
　　"I know," Wood had already started to get busy.
　　Twain waved and turned to leave.
　　This kid is so fit, how would he hurt himself? He thought.
　　Is God displeased that I have been dominating for eleven years and now wants to give me some problems?
　　Damn you, God!
　　※※※
　　While the English players were relaxing in the streets and sunny beaches of Barcelona, the Wales team was training hard behind closed doors. They were training as if they were preparing not for a group match, but for the European Championship final.
　　Gareth Bale became the focal point of the team because the training during these few days was centered on his specialty—set pieces.
　　Toshack had designed no less than ten different set pieces that required Bale to be successful. The whole of Europe knew that Bale was an expert in free kicks. As long as he stood in front of the ball, the opposing goalkeeper would be nervous.
　　As expected, Wales lost the first group match to Germany 0:3. They did not even get a goal and were completely flattened. Even though this was a result that the Wales fans had expected, the Wales players were not willing to accept this result. They finally managed to qualify for the European Championship after 40 years, so how could they just show up for the group matches and leave? The Wales players who had no hopes of participating in such a grand-scale competition previously started to have ambitions and wanted to prove their worth.
　　Toshack expected England to take them lightly after defeating Portugal so thoroughly, and Tony Twain would probably be only thinking about the match against Germany now. That was something that he could take advantage of.
　　After the training was finished, Bale stayed behind to practice his free kicks.
　　As he had promised, he had arrived in Spain. However, he had no intention of stopping then. Even when facing his benefactor, he had set defeating him as his target.
　　Toshack appeared outside the field. "Gareth," he said
　　Bale turned back to look at his manager, panting through his mouth.
　　"It's time to go."
　　This was not his club where he could go home himself after additional training. They were borrowing the stadium of Espanyol, Estadi Olímpic Lluís Companys, and after training here, the whole team would have to take the bus back to the hotel they were staying at. Bale could not train for too long, otherwise, it would affect the whole team's schedule.
　　Bale took a last shot towards the goal. The ball curled past the wall, hit the crossbar and flew out.
　　Someone would pack up the equipment on the pitch after that and Bale left the pitch with his head down.
　　Bale seemed to be much more mature than before now that he was 26 years old, Toshack thought as he looked at his retreating back.
　　※※※
　　The English media had already started to speculate about the match between England and Germany. Every newspaper would have a prominent countdown on it, stating the time left until the match between England and Germany.
　　On the buses, on the subway, in the offices, within their kitchens, in the bars, out on the streets… At all places that people were gathered, they were talking about Germany.
　　The grievances between the English and the Germans were long-standing, so much so that it gave people a wrong impression—Had the conflict between them started ever since the birth of modern football?
　　At the same time, Wales, being the weakest team of the group, was not enough to pique the interest of the prideful Englishmen at all.
　　"We defeated Portugal soundly with a score of 4:2, do we still need to worry about Wales? Our neighbor is struggling under our eyes, so weak that we could not bear to kill them."
　　If someone had bothered to take a survey, they would probably discover that close to a hundred percent of the English fans thought this way.
　　It was not only the English fans and media who were looking down on Wales; even the England players believed that the match against Wales would be insignificant.
　　When interviewed, Michael Johnson expressed that he had no doubts that his team would be able to defeat Wales and that the team they should be worried about was Germany.
　　Mitchell did mention Wales, however, but that was only because his good friend, Gareth Bale, was inside the team.
　　"Bale is a very good player. I think we have to watch out for his free-kicks…" He was only talking about how good Bale was and he probably did not even know who the other Welsh players were.
　　On the other hand, the Welsh players expressed immense respect for England and took the game with England very seriously. They did not seem to be angered by the attitude of the Englishmen and when talking about England, they all expressed their beliefs that the England team was very strong.
　　It looked like they were really in awe of mighty England and dared not have any other ideas.
　　The Welsh media also said that they were very satisfied that Wales could participate in the European Championship and that it was the greatest breakthrough for Welsh football in the past 40 years. They were really too unlucky to be drawn into the Group of Death and it was inevitable that they would not be able to qualify for the knock out stages…
　　Losing to Germany in the first round had given a very good gauge of Wales' abilities. Unrealistic hopes would not help the team; they just had to play three good games in the group stages, that was all. At least when they left the competition, they would not leave without scoring a single goal.
　　"In the game against England, our target is to score," Toshack said humbly. "We wish to leave some proof to show our capability."
　　But what were Tony Twain's thoughts about this?
　　"Wales is a formidable opponent that we'll take seriously," He seemed to be distracted when saying this.
　　"Talking out of his arse!" The Welsh reporters judged Twain's performance like this in their minds, "I bet he's thinking of nothing but Germany now."
　　Even though they complained that England did not respect their opponent, the Welsh reporters themselves knew that they had better not harbor any hopes for the next day's match. England's morale was high and even if they were facing Germany, they would have the capability to win. Not to mention lowly Wales…
　　Qualifying for the European Championship after 40 long years, yet they could only be the supporting role for the leading characters, the leaf to the rose…
　　Even though this was a fact, they were still unhappy about it. 


This is a story about the pursuit of victory.

— "I subscribe only to the theory of victory. I only pursue victory. As long as I am able to obtain victory, I don’t care if it’s total football or counterattack. What is the ultimate goal of professional soccer? In my opinion, it is victory, and the pinnacle of victory is to become the champions. I am a manager. If I don’t wish to lose my job or be forgotten by the people, there’s only one path for me to take, and that is to lead the team in obtaining victories, in obtaining championship titles!”

The main character was not well-liked by people.

— “⋯We conducted a survey which had been deemed by Manager Tony Twain as extremely meaningless. In a random street survey conducted, ninety-three percent of those surveyed chose the option ‘I hate Tony Twain’, while only seven percent chose the option ‘This person is rather decent, I like him’. It is worth noting that nobody chose the option ‘Who is Tony Twain? I don’t know him’. Mark, do you know why Manager Twain felt that our survey was very meaningless?” Parker, a reporter from <The Daily Telegraph> laughed loudly and said when he was being interviewed by BBC.

But there were also people who were madly in love with him.

— “⋯ Became the spokesperson of world-wide famous clothing brands, shot advertisements, frequented the fashion industry’s award ceremonies, endorsed electronic games, has a supermodel girlfriend. His earnings from advertisements exceed his club salary by seventeen times, owns a special column in various print medias, publishing his autobiography (in progress), and is even said that he is planning to shoot an inspirational film based off his own person experiences! Who can tell me which part of his life experiences is worthy of being called ‘inspirational’? Hold on⋯. Are you all thinking that I’m referring to David Beckham? You’re sorely mistaken! I’m talking about Manager Tony Twain⋯.”

He was very knowledgeable about Chinese soccer.

— “⋯ I’ve heard about it, that Bora gifted four books to his manager Mr. Zhu before your country’s national team’s warm up match. After which, the team lost 1:3 to a nameless American team from Major League Soccer. The new excuse that Mr. Zhu gave for losing the match, was that Bora gifted “books” (‘books’ and ‘lose’ are homophones in the Chinese language). Here, I recommend that you guys find out what that one specific book is. Which book? Of course the one that caused you all to score a goal. After that, tell me the title of the book. Before every match, I will gift ten copies of that same book to you. In that case, won’t you all be able to get a triumphant 10:0 win over your opponents every time?” An excerpt taken from Tony Twain’s special column in a certain famous Chinese sports newspaper.

[A/N: hey guys make sure to read the authors note. Very important it explains the teachers quirks]

Armstrong came with three people. These people were their future mentors and ones                                    who will teach them combat and assassination. The first to introduce themselves was.                          the blonde man. "Hello kids, my name is Alex and I'm going to be your assassination and hand-to-hand combat instructor. My quirk is feather foot." Alex said with a small grin. The next to introduce themselves was the beautiful busty mature women with purple hair. "Hello, my name is Sonia and I'll be your weapons instructor and my quirk is weapon mastery." Sonia said while licking her lips attempting to seduce the three children. And finally the man with the lab coat and the tied back black hair introduced himself. "Hey kids, names Zack and ill be your poison instructor and the one who will be teaching you subjects like math, English along with other languages. My quirk is perfect memory" he explained.

 After the introductions of the teachers, the children introduced themselves. Their introductions were similar to how they got to know one another but introduced themselves with more respect.
After introductions they got a schedule with what their everyday would look like.
5am- wake up and go for a 10km run
6am-work on upper and lower body with callisthenics(great way to workout without weights)
8am-breakfast
8:30am-weapons training 
11:30pm-lunch
12pm-assassination techniques
2pm-English 
3pm-science
4pm-math
6pm-computer science
7pm-foreign languages
9pm-poisons
9:30pm-quirk training
10:30pm-dinner(this late because normally when u have dinner you feel tired, later=more attention*for me at least)
11pm-sleep

 The kids looked over their schedules and were told that they had today to explore their new home and get to know each other. Doing as they were told they started to explore and made their way to their rooms. After seeing their rooms they were ecstatic. All three of them had it tough as Jackson was in a orphanage were the head mistress abused and raped him until Armstrong's men picked him up. He was abandoned for having a villainous quirk just as Damien was. Jackson was happy to finally have a room he could be safe in and not having to worry about being raped. David was found on the streets as his parents were crack heads and alcoholics. His parents abused him when they didn't have enough money for the 'good stuff' and would always complain and scream at David saying "you dirty bitch. You shouldn't have been born, you're lucky you have a roof over your head". Though Damien didn't show it on his face his eyes had a glint of excitement as his room had different colours and didn't have to worry about being tortured.

 After settling down in their rooms they all fell asleep. It was a tiring day for them as they had to kill most of the children and try to survive so they could live. Though they didn't like it they would do it again and none of them had nightmares about the 'test'. They slept until it was time to wake up and when they did they couldn't wait for breakfast. They hadn't eaten anything prior to the test and after it. They finished their run, their workout and finally ate breakfast. They ate like animals and asked for thirds. They then went on to work on weapon training and got to pick what kind of weapons they wanted to work with. Damien chose the katana, Jackson chose two daggers, and David chose a bow.

 Though Damien and Jackson could create their weapons they weren't allowed. They were told that they could only use their quirks when they were training them. When they began training Sonia was surprised at how good Damien was for his age.

"Damien have you trained with a katana before" Sonia asked.

 "Yes, I was trained in it as well as my younger brother" Damien responded.

 Sonia nodded and kept training the children and give pointers to them. After training with weapons they ate lunch and started to learn assassination techniques. They started learning about concealing their presence. after training in this for an hour Damien and Jackson got the hang of it, yet still far from being able to use it sufficiently. David on the other hand had more trouble but shortly after them he was able to use it as well. Their class went like this for the next hour and when it was over they went to be taught math, English and science. These subjects lasted three hours all together and when it was done for the day they went on to learn about computers. They were introduced to hacking and coding and ended up Messing around with simple lines of codes to create things. Next was languages and as a class they decided which to learn first. They decided to learn Japanese as they all like anime so they thought it would be good to watch anime and not read subtitles.

 They the. Went on to learn about poisons and ended up being injected with weak poisons to build an immunity to them. Then they finally went to quirk training. They were finally use their quirks and make them stronger. They all got instructed to control it Andrew to improve its attack and defence potential. None other than Armstrong thought this class as he had amazing control over his quirk. His quirk was quite hard to control as he wasn't able to turn it off in the beginning, but after years of training he could control it in ways that could make his blades form and turn different ways.(btw his quirk activated at 4 and trained to control it. It didn't take long but took a lot of concentration and control of his emotions)

 After training they ate dinner and finally went to sleep. This schedule continued but was modified in the amount they worked on their bodies as having a stronger body gives more perks and can strengthen their quirks. This training continued until they were finally strong enough to match their current combat teachers.(remember their quirks are crazy strong especially Damien. Basically a weaker meliodas but still strong for mha. Wouldn't want a character to be able to shake the continent from his power.....unlesss)

Follow the Mc on his journey to find himself in a world with super powers(quirks), Will he become a hero or villain.


 *this is for fun, I’m super bored during this quarantine.

* don’t own MHA 

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I looked over the man, my eyes capturing all of the micro-twitches in his horror-filled face. I could hear his heart beat picking up. He must have finished off many people with whatever power he just used and I'm the first to survive and act like nothing happened.

My eyes looked over his hands, where the fire had presumably came from. Magic? No. His body heat around his hands and arms is unnaturally high...The fire comes from his body.

A subtle vibration of his forearms gave me a tell and I quickly dashed out of the way.

Just because I could heal the damage doesn't mean I always have to take it. Plus, dodging makes the fight more fun.

Anyway, I kept my eyes on the fire man but opposed to what I thought would happen a blast came from his hands instead of a plume of flames. I had thought his power would be more like a flame thrower but it seems more like instant combustion aka an explosion. Feeling the air unsettle behind me I swung my sword back and despite my arm twisting and contorting in an utterly inhuman way, I felt no strain and my sword took another head off.

Hearing a slap of mud - the dirt below us running deep with blood - I spun around and grabbed the man with my free hand, crushing my fingers through his flimsy facial armor, I continued spinning, building up momentum before finally throwing the poor guy at the explosion man.

He shot through the air and the sudden movement and acceleration had killed him instantly but I didn't need him alive for the test I just did.

I wanted to know how this explosion guy reacted. What kind of person he is.

Seeing him not use his powers to stop the corpse coming at him and instead just throwing himself out of the way, I felt a savage smile spread across my face.

While the man was getting up, I burst into action, a red blur swinging it's sword and smashing with it's limbs. I was a machine of death and slaughter. I remember in my past life that I was so normal, so mediocre. I wasn't talented or clever or strong. But right now...I knew I'd been sleeping on my biggest talent.

My ability to kill.

The method showed me how to use these talents, and I embraced them. The pain of those swords...the pain of having my neck slit...the pain of pulling those swords out...I don't ever want to feel that kind of pain again.

The only way to get away from that pain was strength. The way to strength was through fighting and killing. That's what the method told me, at least.

And it was right. With every kill, I knew more and more weaknesses with the human body. With every kill my crude yet effective technique was polished and my power was used more efficiently.

Crushing the last person's neck, I turned to the now sweating and shivering explosion man. He'd tried to stop me and his use of his power was actually quite good. He'd only ever hit his comrades when I threw them in front of his attacks. But his main problem seemed to be his body's weakness.

He couldn't withstand the rebound of his own explosions for too long. Which further cemented the idea in my head that this was a biological power.

"I thought you'd be...well, a better fight," I mumbled to myself, my voice having changed along with my body becoming deeper and smoother. It sounded charismatic but the lack of emotion in my voice took away from a lot of that charisma and made it less effective. But hearing me speak seemed to unsettle the man.

Which made sense, I guess. I hadn't spoken in...well, I just haven't spoken in a while.

"You speak English?!" he shouted in very heavily accented English and it was my turn to be stunned.

I hadn't heard anyone even reference English in all my time here, and with how everyone looks at me with horror or confusion, I took a guess and figured that they hadn't seen a western person before. Well, that's what I got from confusion. Horror was because they knew what I was.

I had often heard the words 'Aka Oni' being said or rather shouted at me lately. If memory serves me right, Oni are some kind of Japanese folklore monster, right? Have horns and eat people, I think? Who knows what the hell 'Aka' means.

"Yes, I speak English," I smiled as I took a step closer to the man, an idea coming to my head.

Before he could react, I grabbed him by the neck with my hand and with the other, I broke his arms at the elbow joint. He screamed out in pain but I silenced them with a squeeze of my hand on his throat, cutting off his airway and stopping his vocal cords.

"But the real questions is...where did you learn English?" I asked peering into the mans teary and fearful black eyes.

He struggled against my hand and I loosened it slightly so he could speak. The first thing he did was take in a few trembling breathes - the pain of his arms just being broken still fresh and affecting him - before he spoke to me in slightly broken and heavily accented English, "I learnt at Temple! It's...it's mandatory for nobles! Please, don't kill!" he gave out a fear fearful cries as he saw my smile getting wider and wider.

"And where is this temple? I assume in a town nearby, yes?" I asked and he rapidly nodded which confused me; I'd searched for miles around the space I'd woken up yet I'd found no sign of a town or city, "Which direction is this town in?" I asked and waited for him to show me.

He looked at me with confused eyes before realizing what I wanted him to do; point the way.

Knowing that I would kill him if he refused, he lifted one of his broken arms, whimpering and shivering in the process, a few cries of pain coming about when he moved his arm in a certain way.

Following his arm I saw he was pointing over a pretty big hill far in the distance.

Right. Good to know.

I thought this before I killed the man and ripped his head off. I don't know why I felt inclined to end such a helpful guy in such a brutal manner but when some of his blood landed in my mouth, I was surprised by how my mouth swallowed the blood on reflex alone. Like some kind of instinct I never knew I had.

As soon as the blood hit my stomach I felt the immediate urge to sit down and meditate. So I did. I sat down surrounded by corpses and blood and looked inside myself, only to find the darkness and the currently merging 'strings'.

But there was something else as well. A small star, light purple in color, was orbiting the 'strings' in the middle of this dark space.

Pulling on it with my willpower, it started to break up and sprinkle onto the merging 'strings'. I felt odd when this happened as knowledge I shouldn't have began to appear in my mind. Knowledge of Japanese customs. Japanese language, writing, literature, stories. A life of a middle-born noble son who wanted to be a strong Samurai. Of the countless years training with the sword, training with the bow, and learning how to ride a horse before finally finding out that he could produce explosions from his hands.

He was lauded as blessed by the Gods and was taught by many masters who wanted to be associated with such a blessed youth. More training of the sword, more training of the bow, and now even training for hand-to-hand combat which worked especially well with his power.

Not that I got to really see that. But even if the fight was more disappointing that I thought it would be, this information was worth it all.

Opening my eyes and seeing that the carrion birds had begun to swoop in, I stood up and sighed.

I finally knew what the year was and how I'd been here.

It was the Sengoku period or the Warring States period for Japan and the year was 1597. The new Emperor's coronation had been 10 years ago. Emperor Yozei. Him coming into power was why this field was so filled with war and killing.

Looking up at the darkening sky, I let out a sigh as I realized that whatever universe I was in now was completely different to my own. If I were the only one with powers, it could possibly be the same universe but with the appearance of the man I just killed...I'd say with no doubt that there are definitely more people like us.

Looking down at my hand, I followed the memories I had and a few small crackles rippled across my hand, crackling like fire crackers.

Smiling, I wondered what kind of method I'd gained that it would allow me to take powers from people after just a small amount of genetic material.

Stopping the crackling, I turned back to my grassy hill where I usually slept and started walking toward it. There was no point in going to town, which turned out to be in between Edo (Which I recognized as Tokyo's old name) and a new and upcoming city called Sendai. The noble house that control Sendai was really going for the push. The noble I killed was part of that Noble house.

It was called Date or whatever. Not that it matters to me.

Picking up my sword that I'd stabbed into the ground before walking over to the now-dead explosion guy, I continued walking up the hill before I lay down and played about with my new powers.

One minute I was walking down the street, the next minute everything was black, and some minutes after that I found myself awake in Sengoku period Japan, impaled by dozens of swords and arrows. That time was when I first realized I couldn't die. The second time was when I pulled out all the foreign objects impaling me...and I just healed all the damage. Past that point, I took the biggest sword that had pierced my body, and I took a step forward into a new (old) world. People have been getting killed by me ever since. I don't actively go out of my way to kill people...but when they try and kill me, I can only retaliate as such. Which was bad for me because most people tried to kill me on sight for some reason.

"She's overestimating herself!" Ye Ying giggled as she heard the news from the broadcast that Ye Jian was participating in the primary competition of the English subject. 
She believed that Ye Jian was not bad in other courses.
But when it came to English… She would be good at it if the sun were to rise from the west!
Many top students had registered for the English exam. Ye Jian was going to embarrass herself.
As the deputy town mayor, Ye Zhifan had a major influence on Ye Ying. Gradually, she learned that she should think before she acts.
But for Ye Jian, she was aware that numerous people were waiting to see her make a fool of herself, so she couldn't care less what Ye Ying thought about her.
Poised, Ye Jian went into the classroom and found her seat, waiting for the distribution of exam papers. 
The nine candidates, including Gao Yiyang, looked at Ye Jian with a complicated gaze in their eyes.
Among all the students in Grade Eight and Grade Nine, these nine students were the best at English. And what gave Ye Jian of Class Two Grade Eight the confidence to sign up for the English exam?
Sitting in a corner, Gao Yiyang pursed his thin lips so tightly that they became a straight line.
Why… why did she have to embarrass herself in school? Numerous classmates were waiting to see her become a fool. Couldn't she just lay low for a bit?
The teachers hadn't arrived yet. Gao Yiyang stood up, walking over to the back of a girl. Despite the cold look on his face, he said to the girl politely, "Hello, could you please switch your seat with mine? There are only ten people in this exam. We can sit wherever we want."
Ye Jian didn't turn around. She didn't care whoever was sitting behind her.
"Just skip the questions if you can't solve them," Gao Yiyang's low-pitched and cold voice was heard as the exam paper was being handed out. "I will give you the answers when I finish."
No matter what, he would let Ye Jian pass this test!
He would not allow those gossiping students to say anything bad about Ye Jian. After all, Ye Jian… was a girl.
In front of him, Ye Jian, who had been writing, paused and turned around. It seemed that the cold-faced Gao Yiyangwas really thoughtful of her. Calmly, she said, "You are very confident in English. It's because you once lived abroad, right?"
"Ye Jian, I am helping you," Gao Yiyang was a bit uncomfortable when he heard Ye Jian's words, though he didn't recognize any implication from them. "And yes, I have the confidence."
Raising her eyebrows, Ye Jian started to smile. Her pitch-black eyes, reflecting the rays of lamps, were as resplendent as stars. "What a coincidence. I am very confident in myself too. Sorry, I couldn't care less about your so-called 'help'."
"You!" Gao Yiyang's handsome face suddenly turned pale. With a cold look in his eyes, he stared at Ye Jian who had sat up straight. "Ye Jian, don't be so ungrateful." 
Tut, tut, tut. What could he do? Ye Jian was indeed an ungrateful person.
As the cassette rolled, the first listening question began. Gao Yiyang had to restrain his fury.
When the listening session was over, Ye Jian answered the following questions swiftly until she reached the last question in the reading session. When she finished, she handed her exam paper to Mrs. Song, saying goodbye politely to her. Chicly, she left the exam classroom, while the remaining nine classmates were still taking the exam.
Instead of returning to her classroom, she went to An Jiaxin's dorm, picked up her schoolbag and left the school.
Tonight's training was to practice the stability of her arms. Before Ye Jian could put down her schoolbag, she hurried to the training room, where Principal Chen had been waiting for her for a long time.
The scores of her exams had never been the emphasis of the conversations between them. Holding a string of bells in his hands, Principal Chen indicated Ye Jian to reach out her hands. "Your wrists will carry a weight of five kilograms for 30 minutes. Every time the bells ring, you hold on for another ten minutes."
As days went by, she would face increasingly tougher trainings if she were to become a sniper.


Through years of abuse and death threats, Ye Jian is not so ready to bid adieu to this world just yet! Fortunately, destiny has granted her another shot at life. Only this time, she is determined to become the master of her own fate and retaliate her oppressors from her previous life. It's payback time.
 
Although reborn with beauty and youth, Ye Jian obviously holds higher pursuits. In this life, she is determined to become an extraordinary commando. No, she does not need love, family, or any affection! 
 
He is born in a powerful family; and step-by-step, he becomes the youngest Major General through his own merits. He is drawn to her every move, despite her repeatedly shunning him.
 
"What you need is love, my little fox," he whispers.
"Get lost! I need bullets!" She steps away.
 
Behold. Let this novel take you through the warm, happy, loyal, and passionate story of the aggressive military couple.

Honestly... the men had no idea how they had made it to the ground so quickly.
But when in danger, one could even find out that they could fly if need be.
Their hands had tons of bruises on them, and their bodies were weak and tired from supporting their other comrades as well.
But in the heat of the moment, how could they possibly feel anything right now?
Their only thoughts were to escape.... and that was all!
.
'Weewohh!'
'Weewohh!'
'Weewohh!'
'Weewohh!'
The sirens continued to play their alarming tunes, as the massive light beams continuously followed the men wherever they went.
And at this point, even though they still felt some pain within them..... the leader and the others that had been slightly numb previously, had all recovered most of their strength now and could somewhat run on their own as well.
So right now, it was everyone for himself.
"Split up!!!!"
.
Immediately, they all broke away from each other.... as they had previously planned that if the mission was ever compromised, they were to split up and move separately.
But just a few seconds after they had already spotted up... they soon heard several moving vehicles leaving the gate's entrance, as well as the sounds of barking dogs?
.
The men subconsciously turned their heads behind to catch a glimpse of their pursuers.... and were instantly met with several entourages of black Vans, open top jeeps.... as well as  trucks that were filled with men and dogs in them.
Vrrrmmmmmm!!"
'Whoooffff! Whooofff! Whooofff! Whooofff!'
F***!
They were after them!!
.
The men ran in zigzag manners, as they wanted to confuse their enemies even further... but who would've known that just a few feet away from them, these men would be so brutal as to release their dogs from the trucks and Vans?
In short to them, the Van scene was the one the most terrifying scene of them all.
.
As they ran, the black vans soon overtook some of them.
And before they could even react, the van's back doors opened up while it was still in motion... and very quickly, they were met with one of the largest dogs that existed within the Pyno continent.
These dogs were the Chrompo Dogs.
In essence, it looked like a crossbreed between a bear and a wolf.
.
These dogs were about half the size of a bear, and had fangs and razor-like claws that were as sharp as that of a wolf.
What the hell?
It looked like the 'boss' dogs were kept in the Vans.... while the 'subordinate' dogs were kept at the back of the open trucks.
But what made the men feel somewhat annoyed.. .. was the fact that they had brought out so many dogs just to deal with them.
No matter how they looked at it... Wasn't this just bullying?
.
'Whoooffff! Whooofff! Whooofff! Whooofff!'
The hunt was on.... and now, it was dog against man, while the Vans and trucks ran besides them.
These dogs have been training for over a year now..... and this in a way, was their first mission as Attack dog officers as well.
So for sure, the men wanted to see what these dogs had learnt so far from their training.
.
One should know that all this time, Baymard had been training 5 types of security dogs: Attack Dogs, Guard dogs, Landport security Dogs, Escort dogs and Rescue Dogs.
As their names implied.... Attack dogs took down criminals, Guard dogs only alerted one if someone suspicious came around the perimeter and Landport security dogs sniffed and poisonous substances or toxic things out.
Of course..... Escort dogs escorted any important personnels or even prisoners while being on the lookout for any dangerous threats,  poisonous gas smells and so on.
While rescue dogs worked closely with the fire department and other rescue wildlife men in saving the lives of people amd other animals here.
.
As of this moment... within Baymard, the guard dogs, airport security dogs, Escort dogs, and the rescue dogs had already begun doing their duties ages ago.
But for attack dogs, they had to wait until they had any attacks per say....So they hadn't gotten enough real life battle experiences yet.
Hence now was the perfect time to see them in action!
.
As for how the dogs got trained, they passed through several strength and agility training procedures... as well as learned how to chase their target without attacking, before later on learning how and where was appropriate to bite their targets.
In short, without the signal from the men..... these dogs would never bite someone without permission.
.
Of course the men could give 3 types of attack commands:
•Spoken or oral commands.
•Commands being signaled with hands.... justincase an officer couldn't speak or a dog couldn't hear.
•As well as flashlight signal commands as well.
And when commanded to stop, they would do so immediately.... as if they weren't just biting someone a moment ago.
.
Essentially, none of these signals were things that could be said or done by people outside Baymard's forces..... as they were all coded.
So to put it simply, Landon had used 'English' rather than Pyron for the codes.
.
Yup!.... he had started teaching the military and other forces english.
And at the same time, he had also started teaching the citizens Chinese.... since it had slightly similar character writings to that of Pyron.
.
He figured that it would be better for it to be Baymard's new native tongue... and as for english, since its writing characters were so different from that of Baymards, wouldn't that make for a good Military and task force code format?
Hence for over a year now, Chinese and English had already been introduced into Baymard as of now.
.
So as for these trained dogs, if one commanded them in any other language..... they would just look at the person as an IDIOT!
And to make it harder for the rest, the dogs never listened to just one word attacks!.... a person had to call out or signal out at least 3 code words before they did their jobs effectively.
.
"Yellow collars!... attack left.
Blue collars!... attack straight.
Grey collars!... attack right!
"Black collars..... No escape!"


Chu Yi dies in a car crash and becomes Landon Barn, the illegitimate son of king Barn, ruler of Arcadina. Because his mother was a maid and the king’s greatest disgrace, his father had always despised him. The same could be said for his half-siblings. 

When he turned 15, his father had announced that the city of Baymard would be given to him, and would no longer be under the empire's control. It was a well known fact that Baymard’s lands were barren, and poverty stricken.... For god’s sake, this was banishment.

His deadbeat father had indirectly banished him from the empire.

Chu Yi woke up in a carriage, on his way to Baymard with a system

"So what if my father hates me? So what if I’m banished?.... I will turn my territory into a modern society"

  
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Author here, thank you all for tuning in..... english is my second language... so I promise to try my best.

P.S, please dont compare my Novel to others... not all world development novels have to have the same format.

Cards for abilities and items, can be extracted?

Is this my golden finger?

Kyle did not delve into it, and immediately extracted the "English basic proficiency card".

In fact, it was just after a thought, the three-second extraction time was over, and the words of the young man asking.

 "Are you okay? Your face looks pale. Would you like to go to the military doctor again?"

"Oh, I'm fine. I just didn't wake up yet." Kyle tried to say, in English like it is his native language, and is with the familiar local accent.

"Okay." Young man finally released a sigh of relief and handed over a cup of water and medicine.

He smiled and said, "Take the medicine first."

Kyle nodded and swallowed the pills. After drinking a few mouthfuls of water, he let out a sigh of relief. 

"Finally, I feel alive. Right, now my head is still a little dizzy, I want to confirm with you – Who I am?, and where am I?"

Looking at Kyle's serious expression, the young man was shocked for a moment, and soon smiled: "Yor are Kyle? We are at a training base of the US military."

"Kyle, the military training base?" Lu Ming, who knows that this body's name is Kyle, and he also defaults to Kyle as his new name.

From now on, there will be no Lu Ming, and there will only be Kyle.

The young man continued, "Yes, training base. We have been trained as a recruit for only one day. Maybe because the weather is too hot, you fainted during the high-load running training."

Heat stroke, it seems that this body is not very athletic.

Kyle seems to suddenly think of something, put his hands quickly on the young man's thin shoulders, and hurriedly asked, "Yes, fo you know of Captain America, Hulk, and Iron Man? This is very important to me."

"Kyle, don't shake me so hard." The young man rolled his eyes, and the malnourished thin body was almost shaken. 

When Kyle stopped, he replied with a slow breath: "I really don't know the people your asking about, Captain America? Which officer is it?"

"You don't know." Kyle frowned, and soon seemed to think of something, hesitantly asked: "Wait, when is it? I mean year."

"Kyle, you really hit your head hard." Young man said with amazement.

"Come on, tell me."

"It is February 1943."

"1943, actually the second world war period." Kyle suddenly realized that even if it is the Marvel world, there was no heroes like the Avengers during World War II.

No, there is one.

"One last question." Kyle took a deep breath and asked: "Is there a man named Steve in the training camp here?"

"Steve?" The expression of the young man became weird.

"Yes, Steve Rogers." Kyle remembered that during the World War II period of the Marvel World, there was the hero of Avengers' first appearance.

Captain America, he should be the earliest superhero of Marvel.

"Kyle, what are you talking about? That person, you don't already know." Young man blinked. Under Kyle's confused eyes, he pointed at himself and smiled and said: "I am Steve Rogers."

"Well, you are Steve…what, you are Steve?!" Kyle widened his eyes and looked back at the young man in front of him.

Compared to a normal young man who looks thin and petite, a simple blond hair looks weak but correct face. Well, it's no wonder that I'm a little familiar with you. It's the Captain America before he get Super Soldier's serum.
Since he is here, it is really a world of Marvel.
Kyle didn't know if he was happy or scared. He thought that he could have the superhero black technology that he saw in the movie. He was very excited. It's a headache when you think of the powerful villains of the Marvel world.

However, here is the Marvel during World War II. It is hard to say whether or not I can live to the 21st century. It is still too early to worry about Thanos.

"But Captain America is right next to me, this is a big thigh to hold onto." Kyle thought, looking at Steve with greedy eyes, which made Steve shudder and subconsciously steps back.

"Right." Steve seemed to think of something important. He said with concern, "Commander Brent told me to let you know that when you wake up, for you to go and see him in the commander office."

"Oh, Brent?" Kyle thought.

He remember that Steve was targeted by the chief and fellow comrades before he became Captain America because of his thin body.

Maybe it was the because that the original owner of the  body owner gave him. As a new soldier, he fainted during the first day of training, and it's most likely that the chief was very angry with him.

Kyle smiled and said calmly, "I don't really remember where is the office of the Chief Executive is, can you take me over?"

"Well, follow me." Steve nodded.

Steve took Kyle out of the military camp dormitory, the sun was shining bright outside, and on the training ground of the big base, a team of young soldiers wearing white shorts.

"Hey. Look, it's Kyle, and Steve."

"The first day of training and Kyle gets a heat stroke, he is really a little white face."

"A little white face, a thin body, these two people really make a good team."

A team of recruits ran through the feild and ran by the two, apparently living in the same dormitory training teammates.

"Kyle, you don't have to pay attention to them." Steve looked back and comforted, but saw that Kyle's face didn't show any discontent, but with a smile.

Kyle certainly did not pay attention to the recruits. For him who brought his gold finger, only Steve, who soon became Captain America, was qualified to be his comrade.

On the way to the office of the Chief Executive, Kyle is constantly testing his card ability.

First of all, as long as he is close to someone within three meters, he can get the person's card information from them.

Classification is currently divided into item cards and capability cards. The item card cannot be extracted, and the capability card can be freely extracted.

Ability cards, that is, one's skills and abilities. Common skills such as: English basics, car driving and other ability cards, are white cards. To achieve a certain professional proficiency, such as English proficiency, pistol mastery, it becomes a green card.

"The green ability card can also be extracted, but the time to draw will be more…" Kyle is still exploring the systems ability, and Steve suddenly pats him on the shoulder and leads him into a room.

"Reporting! Soldier Steve, I brought Kyle over."

"Soldier Kyle, reporting sir."

Kyle followed Steve, and they stood at the door of the office, and the standard salute ceremony is done.

"Come in!" A majestic and calm voice came from inside, and two walked into the office side by side. Inside was simple and neat in the style of the military camp. There was a desk in the middle.

Middle-aged man in a military uniform was sitting in an office chair and it seemed to be the chief Brant. In addition, a female detective wearing a small wrap skirt and holding a document was standing next to the desk.

"Soldier, how is your body?" Chief Brant looked coldly at Kyle. Kyle immediately replied: "Reporting sir, the body has healed and I can continue training immediately."

"Oh?" Officer Brant, frowning, and calmly said: "The training is no longer needed. You can go back and pack up, someone will send you home tomorrow morning."

Steve's face changed slightly, and this is the death sentence to Kyle's career as a soldier.

The female detective said nothing, and lowered her head to record something on the document.

Only Kyle's face was calm, as if Brant is not talking to him, he calmly said: "Reporting sir, I insist on staying and continuing training as a soldier."

Chief Brant snorted. "Training? What training? You fainted from heatstroke on the first day, and your willpower is not good enough."

"When said, what qualifications and abilities do you have as a soldier to defend the country?"

When it came to this, Commander Brant, swept over Steve, apparently put him together.
In the face of doubts, Kyle took a deep breath and moved forward, confidently responding: "Give me a chance, I will show you my ability and qualifications."

At such a distance, Kyle stepped into the three-meter limit of Commander Brant, and under the concentration of ideas, more than thirty cards of white and green leaped into the field of vision.

Good guy, he is really the leader of training new recruits, there are nine green cards!

[Pistol Mastery], [Rifle Mastery], [Military Auxiliary Equipment Mastery], [Military Boxing Mastery], [Training Soldiers]…

"Your tone is not right, but how do you want to show it?" Brant coldly smile, and the ability to say this can be understood as self-confidence.

What is the talent of a recruit who passes out during the first day of training and has heatstroke?

The female detective next to the desk shook her head secretly, and her impression of Kyle were getting worse. Although the soldiers in front could be ranked in the top three of the training camp in terms of their values,but  willpower and self-knowledge even Steve can't compare.

"If you don't believe me, Sergeant, do you want to make a bet." After seeing the cards of the Commander, Kyle grasped the conversation more and calmly said: "If I win, then I will stay in Military camp. If I lose, you will remive my military status."

"Bet? You want to play cards and coins." Chief Brant looked at him as if he was an idiot.

"Of course not, I want to compete with Commander Brant! As a soldier!" Kyle said.

"Enough! Soldier, don't be too arrogant!" Commander Brant stood up at the table and said with a little anger: "You are a shameful officer, I can completely send you to the military court!"

Kyle not only did not fear, but seriously said: "I certainly am not insulting  you, I am serious, want to show my talent as a soldier."

"You!" What Brant was trying to say, the female detective on the side then interjected: "Kyle, how do you want to compare with the commander Brant?"

"Gun shooting." Kyle replied.

The female detective looked at Kyle as if she wanted to find something from his face.

Finally, she said, "I think we can give him a chance." And it reverts to the original silence.

"You want to compare with me, I don't know if you are too confident, or you give up on yourself." Brant sat silently for a moment and said, "Then I will let you go to bunks and wait. Five o'clock in the afternoon. At the shooting range, a 50-meter target with a rifle."

"Yes." Kyle nodded, everything was as expected, and his attention was now on the female detective.

If the officer can be interrupted, then female detective seems to be a big shot. Kyle then looks at what cards she had and if they will come in handy. 

The next moment, he was almost stunned.

More than seventy ability cards jumped out from the female detective, and the white and green cards were put together, and it was almost enough to cover her entire body.

[Psychology Proficiency], [Medical Care Mastery], [Moss Code Mastery], [Assassination Proficiency], [Rifle Mastery], [Ceremony Mastery]…

There are no fewer than twenty green ability cards! And among them, there is a card that is more green than the ordinary green card, which is dazzling.

"Since this is a bet, can you let the detective witness it? It is better to have a whiteness." Kyle smiled and suggested that as he doeant have enough authority if the commander backs out in the deal.

It takes more than three minutes for him to take the green ability card, and the distance to extract is one meter.

However, with  his victory in his grasp, he will be able to silence the three people in the office

I am in the Marvel, with Card System 

Reborn Marvel during World War II, 
Kyle looked at Captain America, the 
other side of the head is emerging C 
series of dense cards. 

lpistol Mastery] 
[Sniper Gun Mastery] 
[Close-up Fighting Mastery] 

[Shield Hit Mastery] 
[Super Human Physique] 
Do you choose to extract? 

[[ I am going to edit the mtl version of this because of a certain website that uses a completely not good way of payment you have to spend money for each chapter than buy a whole set of chapters and cant any free except for the first 30. Also I will be doing this in my free time so thank you for reading]]

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