MTL - Vanguard of the Eternal Night - Chapter 74

Died watching his beloved club crumble. Reborn with the ultimate cheat code. Can he rewrite their destiny without breaking the game?Amani Hamadi breathed football analysis. His final, bitter moments in the future were spent witnessing Bristol Rovers plunge towards relegation, his heart breaking with theirs.Death, however, wasn't the end. He awakens in 2010 – younger, back at Rovers as a youth coach, and utterly bewildered.But confusion turns to stunned disbelief when a mysterious interface flickers across his vision: the Football Manager System.Player stats, tactical projections, future potentials – it's the legendary video game brought to terrifying, exhilarating life.Armed with encyclopedic knowledge of the future and this analytical tool, Amani has a second shot at his managerial dreams.Yet, reality bites hard. Trapped as a lowly assistant, his revolutionary insights are ignored. He's forced to watch helplessly as history repeats itself: relegation, financial ruin, and a club drowning in despair.When catastrophe finally opens the manager's door, Amani steps in – only to face scorn as the “25-year-old novice.”Now, the real test begins. Can Amani leverage his impossible System to:- Unearth hidden gems the football world has discarded?- Implement tactics so advanced they border on madness?- Lift a broken club from the depths of League Two obscurity?- Navigate the dangerous ethics of knowing tomorrow's headlines today?Every decision ripples through time. Every bargain signing is a gamble. Every tactical masterstroke invites ridicule before it breeds awe.And as Bristol Rovers defy expectations, Amani must balance his quest for glory with the weight of his knowledge, choosing which miracles to preserve and which destinies to alter.From the ashes of relegation, a legend is forged. But will the System be his salvation, or will the beautiful game exact a price for his second chance?Follow Amani's journey as he battles skepticism, financial ruin, and his own conscience, aiming not just for promotion, but for glory that echoes through history – one resurrected career and impossible victory at a time.

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

(Set In Soul land III: Legend of the Dragon King)A soul from another world, reborn through time and space.Will he live an ordinary life, or rise to dominate in a chaotic era?The grand curtain rises—no one can remain untouched!How will the story unfold?Will the soul beasts unite the world? If so, will the ancient legend of lovers dying for love still exist?Can the God King’s schemes still succeed against the demons beyond the heavens? Will Tang Wulin completely replace the Golden Dragon King?The Douluo Plane has long awaited one who can bring an end to all karma.Perhaps once, you and I were closest friends. Even if bonds remain between us, our stances differ. When it comes to the survival of races and the unification of nations, we can only scheme against each other, awaiting the final outcome.Warning: Male lead follows the genius trope—skip if not your preference. Ruthless and decisive, his cheat ability is the secrets of the human body.Female leads: Gu Yuena, Gu Yue, Na'er.*****You can read more chapters ahead of everyone on [email protected]@TREON - [email protected]/lessaservantofcosmos(just replace the “@” with “a”)Disclaimer : I don't own Soul Land or it's characters neither this fanfic. The image used in the cover isn't mine. This is Chinese fanfiction. I'm just translating it. I'm just changing the names and some grammar. I'm trying to make it more understandable. All right reserved to the author 路在远方Qa (for the fanfic) and Tang Jia San Shao (for Soul Land)

He was very happy to be reborn, but why was he sixteen again, he can’t bear to look back at that time.

Why does he return to being sixteen years old, yet still meet Doomsday?

It’s alright to encounter the end of the world, so why did he have to fall in love with someone?

Even if he falls in love with another person, why did it have to be a man?

Falling in love with a man is also alright, so why did it need to be a secret one-sided love?

Even a secret and unrequited love is alright, so why is that man his….

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