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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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As dawn broke on the horizon, the sun spilt its golden light across the landscape, awakening the world from its slumber.

The first person who most definitely got his Vitamin D was Izan as he watched the sunrise from the balcony.

Looking around at the majestic golden bow the sun drew as it rose and the birds that came with it, Izan drew in an intense breath, getting ready for the day.

Izan took his bag and slung it across his shoulders before making his way to the door. With a small thud, Izan shut the door and made his way towards the pitch.

Izan got to the pitch shortly as it was made near for convenience. Izan, who found himself all alone, began wearing his boots.

The grass was still wet from the dew when Izan stepped onto the pitch. The balls were scattered as someone might have forgotten to do their job yesterday.