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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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Off-Pitch Business

Miranda, adjusted the pearl brooch on her tailored navy blazer, a subtle display of confidence as she prepared to make the call that could define Izan's off-pitch career.

She paced her office, a space that exuded understated elegance with its clean lines, warm wood tones, and a panoramic view of Madrid's skyline.

The sun cast golden streaks across her glass desk, illuminating a neatly organized stack of contracts and an open laptop displaying YSL's latest campaign visuals.

Her phone sat on the desk, screen lit with the number of YSL's Paris headquarters. The deal on the table—a short-term collaboration featuring Izan—was a golden opportunity, but it needed finesse to seal.

Miranda inhaled deeply, steeling herself as she pressed the call button.

"Bonjour, YSL Headquarters," a smooth voice answered after a few rings.