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The Golden Striker: Barcelona’s Football King

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After a fallout with a corrupt National Youth Team back home, Lorenzo, a dual-nationality prodigy returns to Spain at Barcelona’s legendary La Masia academy. Just as his career hangs in the balance, he awakens the Football King System, gaining a lethal "Guaranteed Goal" ability that makes him the most dangerous finisher in the penalty area. With Barcelona desperate for a world-class center forward before the arrival of the next superstar, Lorenzo is thrust into the spotlight of the Camp Nou. Stepping into the void, Lorenzo’s explosive scoring streak ignites a global frenzy, turning him into a frontrunner for the Golden Boy and the Ballon d'Or. ________________________________________________________________________________________________ Stay ahead of the curve - join my Patreon for early chapter releases and stay up to 25 chapters ahead! https://www.patreon.com/collection/2032814
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This is a fan translation of 求你让我上英灵座吧 The original author is 洛州白马 Art is by @km_mechi Edit is by ClayTL Please support them! === "I transmigrated into the Nasuverse and gained recognition from the Root itself. As long as I can manage an unnatural death, I’ll ascend to the Throne of Heroes—becoming its master, stronger and freer than any of the Seven Grand Servants." "So, I started courting death all across the Nasuverse." "I openly insulted the King of Heroes to his face, challenged the almighty Zeus in Greece, abducted Scathach in broad daylight in the Norse realm, declared in Israel that Solomon was a demon god rather than the Son of God, and in Britain, I went so far as to publicly side with Morgan..." "But tell me—why am I still alive?" ... Fuyuki, 1994. A man of many names: the third companion of the Oldest King, the First Vizier of Mesopotamia, the favored of the Greek gods, King of the Giants in the Norse lands, the divine incarnation who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the prince’s right hand in Camelot... Rovi, whose face was young but whose eyes carried the weight of ages, sat atop the Fuyuki Bridge. With a weary sigh, he looked at the people before him. “So, where do you think it all went wrong?” He lowered his voice, half-pleading, half-desperate: “How about... you kill me? Just let me ascend to the Throne, please—I’m begging you!” Emiya Kiritsugu lit a cigarette, glancing at Artoria beside him, who’d raised Rhongomyniad; at Gilgamesh, whose Gate of Babylon shimmered ominously behind him; at the blood-red spearhead emerging from the shadows of the Land of Shadows...The hand holding his cigarette trembled, just a little. === discord.gg/wisetl
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