Duskbound - Chapter 35

To get some money Leo started playing a popular VRMMORPG, [ FRAGMENTAL ]. Unfortunately he had no talent for the game.

Desperate for Money Leo did everything from

joining an oppressive guild to signing a slave contract making him become an corporate slave

But Life gave him a second chance...

Returning in time and armed with knowledge he gained during his years working as an informant, Leo shall reach the top

On the eve of the millennium, a sixteen-year-old Chinese boy left his hometown and came to Europe just to play football to support his family.

But he didn’t expect that an adventure would make his football career unique from then on.

Twenty years of ups and downs, he has won countless honours. Looking back, Ronaldo, Zidane, Ronaldinho, Ronaldo, Messi, Mbappé and many other stars are all shining, but there is only one king of the ball, hanging high in the sky like the sun, shining forever!

/! I will try my best to correct the error in the MTL novel, but my first language is not English. So, please be indulgent. Thank you !

Author : Salt plum

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...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.