MTL - Elf: Begin To Develop a Goddess Beast, Choose a Day To Get Married - Chapter 232

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.

After dying, you wake up and realize you've been reincarnated as a background character who is judged as human trash.The decision to change your destiny comes instantly.Discovering that your identity isn't as simple as you thought, you feel favored by the heavens when you manage to become a powerful character.Katase: You won't fool me. I'll expose you for the pervert you are.Murayama: ...Thank you for saving us.Issei: Motohama, what happened to you? How are you so powerful?Rias: If you join my peerage, I wouldn't mind being yours.Sona: You beat me in the game. That means you're now my fiancé.Yasaka: Honey, Kuno wants a little brother.Kaori Houjou: Shinji-kun, let's go on an adventure.Kaede Kazama: Shinji-kun, thank you for saving me from that ball.Rie Sawada: Shinji-kun, I'll wait for you. You'll be my future husband, fufufufu...Changing known history and taking it in a direction not even his eyes could perceive, he didn't stop no matter what. Not even the other world was safe from his clutches.Lexia Von Arselia: My hero, and my future husband...Shinji advances without stopping.“I, Shinji Motohama, swear here and now that I will reach the top of both worlds.”

In the third year of the Kaihuang era, as the Great Sui began to unfold between the fall of the Northern Dynasties and the rise of the glorious Tang Dynasty, Emperor Yang Jian created the House of Blades – an intelligence agency for strategies and conspiracies – in preparation to unify the world.

On a snowy night, a convoy of tribute from the Kingdom of Khotan was raided. Not one soul survived the attack. Feng Xiao, Second Commandant of the House of Blades, was ordered by the Emperor to investigate the matter in person.

On the distant border, a storm brewed as major forces gathered from all sides in Liugong Town. The strong rubbed shoulders with the strong; the skilled crossed paths with the skilled.

Here, the ever-successful Second Commandant Feng ran into a wall for the first time – all because of a feeble Taoist priest with ailing health.

Some things would never be known if no fights were ever picked. Only through their skirmishes did Feng Xiao realise that this sick bastard seemed to have way more aliases and personas than he himself ever did.

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Gu Shishi, a master of traditional Chinese painting, transmigrated into the role of a cannon fodder in a cliché novel.