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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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Just Another Game

The sun was just beginning to rise over Valencia, casting a warm golden hue over the quiet streets as Komi's car pulled into the parking lot of the Ciudad Deportiva de Paterna, Valencia's training ground.

The faint hum of the engine ceased, leaving only the soft rustling of nearby trees and the chirping of early morning birds.

Komi glanced at her son in the passenger seat who was staring out of the window, his face set in quiet determination. She reached over and gently touched his hand.

"Why?" she asked, her voice warm but tinged with concern.

Izan shook his head, though his tightly gripped bag told another story. "Oh, nothing. Just… focused," he replied, his eyes not leaving the sprawling training facility ahead.

Komi smiled, proud of her son's maturity. It wasn't every day a 16-year-old carried the hopes of a team, let alone walked into the Wanda Metropolitano to face Atlético Madrid.