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Overpowered Cricket system

2031, World Cup Semi Final at lords IND vs Eng India need 2 runs with 1 ball and 1 wicket remaining. Jofra Archer with the final ball, Here we go. The skinny man has not been in the good form this tournament. There it is, they’ll go…this’ll be out, surely!! OHH HE’S OUT, HE’S GOING TO BE RUN OUT, OH THAT’S IT, INDIA ARE OUT, NITISH DIDN’T RUN, I CANNOT BELIEVE IT, ENGLAND GO INTO THE WORLD CUP FINAL, RIDICULOUS RUNNING WITH TWO BALLS TO GO, Nitish DIDN’T GO, Dhoni COME. ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS THIS IS NOT SOMETHING THAT A PROFESSIONAL CRICKETER OR ANY ATHLETE DO. Maybe it's really time for Nitish the 40 year old to retire. Nitish was brutally trolled by media and was abused in the comment sections of his media pages. The man who was hailed as a hero with the victory in South Africa T20 World Cup now being hated to the core. His wife left him, his son despised him " I hope you're dead" these were the final words his wife spoke before handing over the divorce papers. Everything is lost in a match , the only people who supported Nitish were his teammates everyone knows he had given his best given his age but he was the one that cost them a World Cup. What is it that I've done wrong, top scorer in the world cup with 2 centuries at the age 40 and he's the oldest debutant he debuted to Indian team at 37 years. If only I've found my talent in my youth days, saying so he slept on the bed. When he woke up he was 13 years old and was granted a system. With this system there's no looking back for Nitish on his journey to becoming the epitome of success in cricket. You can support me via donations https://bmc.link/astautsugi Thank you and this is entirely optional!! As this book is fan-fic it doesn't get contracted in webnovel.

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Chapter 175

As Nitish slowly regained consciousness, the first thing that caught his attention was the array of colorful flower bouquets surrounding his hospital bed, a testament to the love and concern from well-wishers during his prolonged absence from the world. The sight filled him with a mix of gratitude and bewilderment. Running a hand over his face, he felt the unfamiliar scratch of a beard that had been growing unchecked, a stark reminder of the time that had slipped away while he was lost in the depths of his coma.

In the ethereal space of his unconsciousness, Nitish had encountered a being of profound wisdom and power, who had imparted to him a gift beyond measure. Skills that he had honed over a lifetime, abilities that had defined his identity, were now ingrained in him permanently. The need to rely on the system, a crutch that had offered him advantages in this parallel life, seemed distant now. He was, in essence, a self-sufficient entity, equipped with all he needed to navigate his path forward.

The nurse, noticing the flutter of his eyelids, hurried outside to summon the doctors. Soon, the room was abuzz with activity as medical professionals checked his vitals, confirming his return to the waking world. His parents, who had been his unwavering pillars of support, joined the fray, their eyes brimming with tears of relief and joy. Jahnavi, too, made her way to his side, her presence a soothing balm to the chaos that surrounded his awakening.

The joy of his recovery was tinged with the news of Jahnavi's trials. She had missed the opportunity to be part of the Indian cricket team, her potential stint overshadowed by the turmoil of mixed emotions stemming from Nitish's condition. The headlines that celebrated his awakening also carried whispers of the frenzy outside the hospital, as fans and well-wishers clamored for a glimpse of the man who had miraculously returned from the brink.

Among the first to visit him were Virat and Raina, their camaraderie and concern evident in their eyes. They, along with many other prominent figures from the cricketing world, made their way to his bedside, each offering words of encouragement and relief at his recovery. It was a testament to Nitish's impact on the field and off, a reminder of the bonds forged in the heat of play and the shared dreams of glory.

The realization that it was now January 2023 hit Nitish like a ton of bricks. He had been unconscious for almost seven years, years that had passed him by, leaving him in a world that had moved on without him. The weight of what he had lost, the time that could never be reclaimed, settled heavily on his shoulders. Yet, amidst the regret and the pain, there was a determination to rediscover himself, to test the limits of his abilities that had now been made permanent.

Once the room had emptied, save for the quiet presence of Jahnavi, Nitish took a moment to assess his physical condition. The uncertainty of whether his talent had deteriorated during his long slumber loomed large. With a deep breath, he attempted to move, to gauge the strength in his limbs, the responsiveness of his muscles. The journey back to his former self, to the cricketer who had once held crowds in thrall, would be arduous. Yet, the challenge did not daunt him; it invigorated him.

Nitish's story, marked by incredible highs and devastating lows, had taken yet another turn. As he lay there, contemplating his future, he was not alone. Jahnavi's silent support, the unwavering love of his family, and the respect of his peers formed a cocoon of strength around him. The road ahead was uncertain, filled with potential setbacks and victories, but Nitish knew that he was not the same man who had fallen into that coma. He was, in many ways, reborn, equipped with skills that transcended the ordinary, ready to face whatever lay ahead with a resilience that had been tested and fortified in the crucible of his trials.

In this new chapter of his life, Nitish was determined to not only reclaim his place in the world of cricket but to redefine what it meant to be a true champion, both on the field and off. The journey back to the pitch, to the roar of the crowds and the clash of competition, would be a testament to his indomitable spirit and the enduring power of hope and hard work.