Gospel of Blood - Chapter 284: Bombardment

Izan, a Spanish-Japanese boy who lived with his mother and sister in the heart of Valencia played for the Valencia academy since he could remember.As life fucks as all, Izan found himself being laid off by his club for being talentless.Frustrated, Izan runs around his local pitch, trying to get the news off his mind.As fate would have it, Izan gets struck by lightning which gives him a system.Izan with the system embarks on a journey to becoming 'THE' god of football.We all know he can and probably will but how does he get there?

The strong are lonesome. Overcoming the loneliness pushes you to stand invincible at the top.

Pro-disciple of the Shaolin Temple on earth, Huang Xiaolong was reborn into a Martial Spirit world, carrying Hua Xia’s secret knowledge, the Body Metamorphose Scripture. In a Martial Spirit world, only those with Martial Spirit are able to train in battle qi and become a warrior.

Huang Xiaolong born with a heaven-defying rare Martial Spirit was mistakenly taken for common variant Martial Spirit during the awakening ceremony conducted by the tribe and thus sidelined. However, Huang Xiaolong with his common “variant” Martial Spirit again, and again displayed unnatural talent, defeating geniuses, shocking the clan and the entire Martial Spirit World

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Bruno Hornes' parents disappeared in a strange way, leaving behind a weird contract.He can trade anything with it...Money, talent, Insight, even identity and fate.So Bruno sells wealth to the poor, buys their health, then sells the health to the sick, buys their Insight.He keeps the Insight for himself, and he doesn't care about the rest.Bruno buys the skills of hundreds of knights, and becomes a powerful person.He trades with a trapped god for freedom, buys his loyalty...He works hard, but it's too slow.He needs a secret group, a middleman.He can help others trade anything, just by taking a little bit.Over time, at the crossroads where the shadow moon hangs low, members never say his name.They only call him “the Covenant Weaver” or “the Scale Lord.”When both sides wanted the same thing, he would appear. Sometimes he was a graceful gentleman with a golden cane. Sometimes he was a crow with one eye glowing golden. Most of the time, he sat on a throne that reached a million meters high...

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.