Moon’s Labyrinths - Chapter 86

David Drinkwater lived his entire career as football's biggest joke.Thirty seven years old, rejected by every major club, and called a “club whore” by fans across Europe, but at Wembley Stadium, in the rain, he finally proved them wrong.Championship playoff final between Millwall and Norwich, and in the 90th minute, he scored the winning goal, then he died.**[Ding. Ding.]****「Host found: David Drinkwater.」****「Synchronisation complete.」**He opens his eyes in an eighteen year old body.Demien Walter, a failed Fiorentina academy prospect and suicide attempt survivor with an overall rating of 48, no team, and no future, but David brought something impossible with him.**[Ding.]****「Ultimate Gacha System activated.」****「Mission: Rise from nothing. Become the greatest footballer in history.」**Training earns points while matches earn rewards, and achievements unlock legendary packs.Every pack opening could change everything, whether through common stat boosts, rare techniques, or epic abilities, yet there's always the ultimate prize.**[Ding.]****「Diamond Pack opened.」****「Congratulations. Andrea Pirlo — Regista Vision obtained. Passing +15. Vision +10. Legendary Trait unlocked: Deep-Lying Playmaker.」**From trialist to conquering the football world, every pack, every point, and every impossible moment building toward football immortality.They called him a failure once, and they called him wasted potential, but now, with forty years of wisdom in an eighteen year old body and a system that rewards every drop of sweat with power, David will rewrite football history.One pack at a time.**Some dreams get a second chance, and some legends get a second life, so this is his.**

Hector King, a man in his 50s, no family or friends to speak of, paralysed from the waist down due to a work-related accident. Now he lived alone with his pup Huskey.But one day, he mistakenly summoned Satan.“Ah, it's been a long time since I was summoned. You found my book? Good, what do you want? Riches? Women? Fame? Strength? Or perhaps, your legs? All at the discounted price of your... soul.” Satan offered.Hector, however, didn't need any of that. And so, his answer even shocked Satan, making that smug look disappear. “I... I want you to be my friend.”And from there, the friendship that would last eternity started, all at the price of Hector's soul....Year 2021,As a mortal, Hector died. But Satan decided to do something crazy, “F*CK IT! You're my best friend, I can't let you die. Hector, I am appointing you as Hell's Inquisitor, a position only under me.”...1935, EarthHector found himself in his old original physical body again, but he was now taller and buff.“I-I got a new last name? Hmm, it has a nice ring to it.” He muttered.He was, from then on, Hector King Washington.“WOOF!”And the good boy Moony was also there, bigger, buffed and more beautiful.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

Due to rejection of the heart donated by her ex-boyfriend, she married him and supported him with her own blood for two years. After the rejection disappeared, he unexpectedly filed for divorce. She readily agreed and left, revealing to him how he gotten the heart. When he learned the truth, he was furious and disgusted with her.Five years later, she pretended to be dead and returned with their child, disguised as an ugly nanny...