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God Of football

Izan, a Spanish-Japanese boy who lived with his mother and sister in the heart of Valencia played for the Valencia academy since he could remember. As life fucks as all, Izan found himself being laid off by his club for being talentless. Frustrated, Izan runs around his local pitch, trying to get the news off his mind. As fate would have it, Izan gets struck by lightning which gives him a system. Izan with the system embarks on a journey to becoming 'THE' god of football. We all know he can and probably will but how does he get there? ************ 1. set in post messi-ronaldo dominant era.[2022, post-messi-ronaldo peak era in Europe] 2. Real-world likeness. 3. 1700 words on average Let's get this novel up. Help me with your power stones and reviews and share this Novel ************* Also, all rights reserved for the companies and teams and also players I use in the novel since I don't know how image rights work and I'm too lazy to search it up on Bing-, I mean google here's the discord guys https://discord.gg/B7PXyBg3 1 dragon: 2 bonus chapters 1 magic Castle= 5 bonus chapters [will be released the day following the gift] 100 Powerstones= 1 bonus chapter [released the same day] 20 golden tickets= 1bonus chapter [will be spread across the week]

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Affection

The moon was high in the Madrid sky as Olivia and Izan returned to her family home. The warmth of the day still lingered between them, their laughter soft as they stepped through the door. 

Olivia's parents had already retired for the night, leaving the house quiet save for the faint creak of the wooden floor beneath their feet.

Izan set his bag by the couch, stretching his arms lazily. "I'm beat" he admitted, though the contentment in his voice was undeniable.

"Long day," Olivia agreed, smiling as she leaned against the doorframe. "But worth every second."

He nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight, Izan," she replied softly, watching as he made his way to the guest room.

Hours later, the house was steeped in silence, the faint glow of moonlight spilling into the rooms. Izan lay sprawled on the bed, his breathing deep and even as sleep took hold.