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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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In Control.

The crowd buzzed with anticipation as the tunnel began to stir with movement.

First came the unmistakable navy white kits of Real Madrid, their players walking out with steely determination.

Faces like Frederick Valverde's bore a calm yet fierce intensity, while Jude Bellingham exuded the confidence of a man ready to turn the game around.

Behind them, Valencia emerged to a thunderous roar from their fans. The players, in their classic white shirts with black shorts, exuded a unified energy, their strides purposeful and their heads high.

Leading them was their star of the first half, Izan, who had set the stadium alight with two stunning goals.

As the players marched onto the pitch, Izan, walking just behind the captain, tugged at the sleeves of his long-sleeved jersey.

With a quick motion, he pulled them off, revealing toned arms that glistened faintly under the floodlights.