Dimensional Store System In Apocalypse - Chapter 410: Prior To His Return (2)

Eric Maddox, a 70-year-old American retired football coach once hailed for his tactical brilliance, now forgotten by time—closes his eyes for what he believes is a normal nap in his quiet Florida retirement home.But when he opens them, he's not staring at ceiling tiles, instead, he's on a touchline.Wearing boots in the rain.With players running on the pitch, fans jeering behind barriers, and the smell of cheap turf pellets in the air.“What the hell is this?”He’s twenty-five again, but it’s not Earth. It’s a world where football reigns supreme. A world where the sport is religion, its practitioners, deities in cleats. Coaches are revered, players are worshipped, and even the kit man gets treated like royalty.But there's one catch: none of it is familiar. The clubs, the players, the leagues, the competitions, and even the currency—they're all different. Alien. Like waking up in a dream where the rules are the same, but the language is foreign.As if that wasn’t enough, the body he’s now in? A youth coach with a laughable win record, a looming divorce, and a measly fifty thousand in the bank that his ex-wife is fighting tooth and nail to take. All of it.Just when the spiral seems inevitable, a monotone chime pierces the noise.[Initiating Golden Finger…][…45%… 75%… 100%][System Integration Complete.][Welcome, host. You are now bound to the Pro Manager System. Objective: Dominate the Football World. A new era begins]From washed-up has-been to chosen one of destiny, Eric Maddox is about to trade arthritis pills for tactical boards, and shuffleboard for Prestigious Cup glory.Because in this world, tactics are power.And on this touchline, he’s about to become a god.

Upon opening his eyes, there before him was a bridal chamber adorned with red candles and windows.A bride dressed in a phoenix coronet and robes of rank sat upright on the nuptial bed, her face covered by a red bridal veil.Zhao Rong rubbed his sleepy eyes, “Have I become a groom? Oh, and a junior one at that.”Understood.His facial expression brewed for a moment before he twisted his mouth into a smile, “Wait a second...”Huh, something's amiss.The bride is my childhood sweetheart who also harbored a crush on me?Oh, then that's alright.This is very fitting.Zhao Rong stepped forward, happily lifting the red bridal veil, “Hey hey, my lady, where are you running off to?”-------------In the great era of contention, the tide of the times surged forth, and Confucian Scholar Zhao Rong bravely faced it head-on. Not only did he seek to catch up to the footsteps of his childhood sweetheart turned Sword Immortal Lady, but he also wished to witness firsthand the dispute that engulfed more than half of the Cultivation World, the strife among the various schools of thought...—————[Slow-burn], [Non-cliché], [Non-level-up], [Romance plot], [Sweet without the angst]This book is also known as “I Have a Fox Fairy Wife”, “Rebirth: I Deliver Parcels in the Otherworld”, “Zhao Ziyu, The Smirking Scholar” “I Really Don't Want to Be a Kept Man”...

She, a renowned assassin of the 21st century, actually crossed over to become Su Manor’s most useless good-for-nothing Fourth Miss.

In the love tomb of the marriage for three years, Lin Qingqian’s heart had already died, so she decided to divorce, stayed away from love, and focused on her career.

That man, who did not use to be seen for months after married, frequently appear after divorce.

When talking about cooperation, the man whispered,” Qian Qian, he has less money than me, let me invest in this project?”

Meet a girl with a bad mind, the man flattens her palm a slap to throw the girl’s face, “Qian Qian, to hit someone like this will not hurt you.”

Later, Lin Qingqian finally made it to the top, obtaining countless pursuing people.

One of her admirers gave her 99 flowers, and the next day she would receive 999

One of her admirers gave her a box of strawberries, and the next day she would receive a refrigerator fulling of strawberries.

One of her admirers gave her a cat. The next day, her home almost became a pet shop.

Lin Qingqian can not stand it anymore, tweets: Married, Refusal.

After posting a micro-blog, she put the phone on the sofa: Now are you satisfied?

The noblemen showed a charming smile, “Qian Qian, I am generous, but this does not prevent me from being jealous.”

Lin Qingqian: “…”