God Of football - Chapter 420: Champions League Nights

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor.“System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!”Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt?“A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!”And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation.“You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!”Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters.“Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem.”“You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it.”“A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it.”And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement.“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” she huffed, crossing her arms.The panther grinned, his tail flicking. “Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed.”No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense.“If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize.”She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude.“If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war.”“If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats.”“You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield.”Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way?“What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!”But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations.Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, “You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?”Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, “You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that.”Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused,“You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind.”Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress.“If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade.”“I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch.”And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her.“A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now.”Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

“It’s true… So why does no one believe me?”Sometimes, I play small pranks, but they’re really just small ones.I’m not the mastermind at all.

[Please select your difficulty. Choose very carefully, as it will determine everything.][Easy] [Normal] [Hard] [Nightmare] [Hell]“Hell, obviously!”------------Sam Walker, an average office worker, transmigrates into the world of the game he hates the most: [Forsakened].In this world, the apocalypse descended on Earth and merged with the [Forsaken] realm.The select few chosen, known as Awakeners, could explore this realm to gain tremendous strength and treasures.Sam didn't have any expectations, but surprisingly, he unlocked an SSS-Rank Class.[Primordial.]Alongside his class, Sam unlocked a unique skill that allowed all of his skills to evolve infinitely.“If this game truly wants me dead in this difficulty... then I'll fight back with everything I have!”...[You have evolved “Master Sword Technique” into “Primordial Sword Technique”][You have evolved “Fire Meteor” into “Supernova”][You have evolved “Powerful Shield” into “Ultimate Barrier”]...Nothing could stop him now.

The world I transmigrated is filled with players, with survival already a struggle. Moreover, I was entangled with a System to become the most visible NPC...The natives resent me while players see me as a thorn in their side.I needed to strive with all my might to live a good life in this foreign world while avoiding being bullied by the players. I can only turn the sufferings I experienced into the sufferings of others. I would have to keep all the benefits for myself, grow vigorously, and become an invincible boss who could never be defeated by players...This is a tale of the classic Fourth Day Disaster story while being struck by the disaster itself.My completed work of over ten thousand subscriptions, “Dream Master of Ten Thousand Worlds” is a testament to my credibility. Feel free to dive into it.