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 James grabbed his helmet with both hands, dropping to his knees in despair. At a time like this, Leonel could only sigh.
 However, under the silence of the arena, a resounding boom of two clashing bodies sounded.
 Leonel grimaced, feeling his already fractured ribs break cleanly as his vision was filled with sights of the moon above.
 It was then a loud whistle blew through the silence.
 "Unnecessary roughness, roughing the passer, number 21. Half the distance to the goal, still first down."
 Leonel landed heavily on the ground, grasping at his chest with his eyes squinting in pain.
 The rookie stood over him in shock. At first, he had let his frustration get the best of him. He had never for a moment thought that James would drop such an easy layup of a pass, so he unleashed everything he had on Leonel, knowing they would lose the game. Never did he think that his actions would give the Royal Blues another chance with zero seconds on the clock.
 The medics rushed onto the field. Despite the Royal Blues gaining new life, the stadium still remained silent. The sight of Leonel writhing in pain made many send furious gazes toward the rookie and James.
 "Bennett, get the hell off the field! Rook, you're in."
 Coach Owen coldly benched his Five-Star prospect. He didn't know what was wrong with James today, but he was clearly in his own head too much. It was impossible to use him for this final play.
 The medics quickly lifted Leonel's jersey, undoing the bandage wraps from the first half to reveal ghastly purple and green bruises. It was simply impossible for a bruise to spread so quickly. The only explanation was that Leonel had suffered this injury very early on in the game.
 "Don't." Leonel grabbed the hand of the middle-aged male medic who tried to take his pads off. "There's just one play left, I got it."
 Coach Owen who had rushed onto the field frowned deeply, his arms crossed over his well-built chest and his mustache billowing.
 The team stood around Leonel's slowly rising figure, solemn expressions on their faces. They knew that everyone made mistakes, but at the moment, they were having a really hard time forgiving James.
 "What are you all pouting for? An injury timeout doesn't last forever, let's do this. Line up!"
 Seeing Leonel's resolute attitude, the medics and Coach Owen had no choice but to jog off the field under the silence of the crowd. In those moments, the heavy breathing of the players who stood on their last legs was all that remained hanging in the air.
 Leonel's fiery gaze lit a fire under them all, filling them with a strength they didn't know they had.
 On the sidelines, Conrad looked on with a gloomy expression. Victory had been in his grasp, yet it slipped away, just like that.
 Leonel slapped his hands together, standing behind his offensive line as though he wasn't injured at all.
 "Blue 80. BLUE 80. Down set, HUT!"
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 Leonel sat in the locker room breathing heavily. The sounds of celebration surrounded him, causing a light smile to play his handsome features. Who knew how they did it, but the guys managed to get their hands on a few dozen champaign bottles. Their wrist watches were probably beeping away with talks of the Underage Drinking Code.
 Unfortunately, he couldn't take part too actively. Though he could forcibly ignore his pain if need be as he did on the final game winning play, it was probably best he didn't move too actively, lest his ribs puncture his lungs.
 "Stop moaning and groaning, cap. You're not getting out of partying tonight!"
 One of Leonel's O-lineman, Three-Star Center Milan Inga, slapped his shoulder without regard for his grimace. He swung back a flask of vodka, his massive fat covered body somehow appearing ripped of muscle at the same time.
 "Oof, I already promised I'd come. No need to kill me first."
 The guys laughed, hopping in the showers one after another.
 Leonel gingerly took off his sweaty pads and undergarments, taking his time. He planned on hopping into the showers last. Although he was pretty certain that Aina wouldn't come, he still had to put his best foot forward just in case. Luckily, he had already prepared a decent outfit. It wasn't as flashy as what those rich boys could bring out, but he was still happy with it.
 'I'll probably have to have one of the medics re-bandage this for me.' Leonel thought to himself.
 Hearing a sudden plop by his side, Leonel turned from his locker to see his coach half dozing off, a strong scent of alcohol leaking from his mouth.
 Leonel laughed. "Coach, you're gonna get yourself fired going around like this."
 "Bah, fuck those preppy pricks." Coach Owen tipped his flask up as though mockingly toasting the very people he insulted. Leonel almost didn't understand his slurring words.
 "Look at you, how embarrassing. You get like this every year."
 "What's it to you? You're gone after this time anyway, off to the bright lights of the NAFL. This old man will just stay in his little town."
 "Pft." Leonel couldn't hold back his laugh. "You're the coach of the best Academy football program on Union Continent. Your salary is enough to retire now and live a life of luxury until you finish putting that other foot in the grave."
 Usually, Coach Owen's mustache would blow and he'd have another witty comeback waiting for Leonel. But this time, his response was completely unexpected.
 "… Thanks for choosing Royal Blue, kid."
 Leonel was stunned silent for a moment. He very well could have chosen Angel Wing, allowing him to attend the second ranked Academy. But, he chose Royal Blue because he liked Coach Owen's straight forward personality. As for the first ranked Academy, they didn't have a football program, seeing the entertainment path as something beneath them.
 In the end, Leonel smiled lightly. "Don't thank me, thank that dead rat on your lip. If not for how fun it is to poke fun at it, I would have never come here."
 Coach Owen laughed uproariously, slapping Leonel's back even harder than Milan had.
 "Finish drinking that green vomit your old man gave you, kid."
 Ignoring Leonel's grimace of pain, Coach Owen walked away.
 "… Enjoy it while you can…"
 Leonel was too busy trying to calm his pain with ice to hear Coach Owen's last words. But, they were never intended for him to hear to begin with.
 After his pain pangs slowly faded, Leonel dug through his locker to find his black bag. Pulling a familiar bottle of green sludge out.
 As far as Leonel knew, his father worked in a government division that focused on nutrition and enhanced nutritional supplements. The Ascension Empire believed that while their technology advanced rapidly, the human condition lagged behind. So this unnamed division worked toward maximizing human potential with food.
 This gross concoction was one of his father's creations. According to his Gene Assessment, he was slotted in to grow to six feet tall. But, after drinking this poison everyday, he superseded that by three inches and might very well gain another inch or two by the time he reached his twenties.
 Of course, Leonel's father was actually a Four-Star General. He only went on to work in this unnamed division after he retired from military service. Then he proceeded to retire once more from said division.
 After chugging what remained of the bottle, a familiar scorching pain seared Leonel's chest. But, at the very least, his aching ribs dulled down a bit. It would probably take a normal person about two months to heal, but Leonel would only need about three weeks.
 Time ticked by and Leonel was finally the only one remaining. Though he could have used the 'Refresh' ability of his watch, he preferred taking a shower as did most people. There was just something about it that felt cleaner.
 Taking his time, he scrubbed every inch of his body before walking out with a towel around his waist and one hanging loosely over his head. Slightly obscured with a pattern of green, purple and brown bruises, his torso rippled beneath the heated steam.
 Leonel rubbed the towel through his hair, wincing as he struggled to keep his arms above his head.
 Reaching into his locker, he put on a pair of deep blue jeans, a skin-tight white turtle-neck sweater, and draped over a long black trench coat.
 'It's only 8 pm right now, dad won't kill me too much if I'm home by midnight…'
 Leonel slung his backpack over his shoulder. But the moment he turned, his footsteps stopped.
 "What are you moping around for?" Leonel smiled toward James.
 "I…"
 "If it's a struggle for you to tell me, then just don't tell me. There's no need for you to be sorry, that rookie would have hit me like that whether you caught the ball or not."
 "…"
 For a while James didn't know what to say. But, he didn't move out of the way of the door either.
 "… You knew you would get the unnecessary roughness call, right?"
 Leonel's smile dimmed a bit, but he didn't respond.
 "I know you too well. You don't like to lose, but you're too soft-hearted to call me out on my bullshit too. So, you'd find a way to protect our friendship and ignore it, all while winning the big game anyway. Am I right?"
 Leonel sighed. "Is there really a need to know the answer?"
 "Of course there is!" James' voice rose. "If you knew I needed your help, why couldn't you just lose this one time?! This is just a game, isn't it? You've already won three times, did you really need to win for a fourth? You don't even want to be a quarterback!"
 Leonel's gaze narrowed. "Whether I want to or not is irrelevant. In everything that you do —."
 "I already know! I've heard it a million times. Respect and persistence. Respecting this garbage hand you were dealt, you're definitely the first. Congratulations!"
 Leonel's eyes flickered with a hint of sadness.
 "James, why are you being like this? You didn't even try to talk to me beforehand, we could have come up with a solution together. Did you think using being late to class as an excuse was enough?"
 James' expression rapidly changed, flaring with anger, then shame, then finally, capitulation.
 "… I'm sorry. I lost my cool. There are just some things that… Never mind. It doesn't matter anymore. What's done is done."
 James shook his head, recollecting himself.
 Turning away, James reached for the door. After a pause, he turned back with a bright smile as though nothing had happened.
 "Come on, all your adoring fans are waiting outside to crucify me. The party's going down in Blue North Dormitory. We gotta get there before all the booze's gone."
 Before Leonel could respond, James ripped open the door, unleashing a sound wave of flashing cameras and the shrieks of groupies.
 In the NAFL, reporters were allowed into the locker rooms. But, since they were minors and the bigwigs were worried about optics, they were forced to wait outside at the Academy level.
 At the same time, Royal Blue Academy's campus was usually locked down from outsiders, but there were rare occasions like today where those who paid obscene amounts of money or had appropriate connections could come.
 Like this, Leonel was forced to wade through a sea of reporters and fan girls with a bitter smile on his face, James' sinister laugh sounding off in the distance as he ran away.
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 The Third Dimension is collapsing. The Fourth Dimension is descending.
 First it seemed that only technology would evolve, but who knew the world itself could too? It wasn’t as simple as climate change or tectonic movement. No, the fundamental laws of physics that governed everything were changing.
 Leonel was fairly lucky. His family was decently well off, his father loved him enough to brew vomit inducing nutrient rich smoothies every morning, and this was both the day of the National Championship and his 521st confession to his dream girl, Aina. As his father always said, nothing was more important than respect and persistence.
 Unfortunately, everything changed that night. At the after party of ages, the world reached a saturation point and an apocalypse descended.
 Abilities awakened. Sub-Dimensional Zones opened. Invalids rampaged through the Earth like a virus...
 Those who could evolve would have a slim chance for survival. Those who couldn’t would die.
 This novel will be a unique spin on the dungeon/system genre. Dungeons won't be dungeons and the system won't be a system... Take a look to find out what I maen :)
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 Location: Marvel Universe 838 Sokovia 
 Time: November 2000 (in the midst of civil war) 
 Goldfinger: Loadable protagonist templates, Goku, Naruto, Kurosaki Ichigo, Kinomoto Sakura, Natsu, Seiya, Simon... 
 Each template can only be loaded for one hour a day. After loading once, the main body will obtain the corresponding bloodline and memory of the protagonist, which can be used to improve itself. 
 For non-Mary novels, the protagonist's template is unlocked by accumulating justice values, and the criterion for judging justice is that justice in the protagonist's opinion is justice. 
 Also known as: "Marvel: I invite the protagonists from all over the world to get involved"
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 In the era of steam and mystery, becoming a correspondence student at the Thaumatology Academy was something Shad never thought of. 
 A whispering voice rang in my ears, who was reciting the poems of foreigners—— 
 The old gods and aliens, 
 When the brassy rings of fate turn, 
 The golden runes are flickering. 
 steam surge, 
 the fire flickers, 
 Relic echoes, 
 The old gods revived. 
 The outstretched hand after the thick fog, 
 Pull back the hazy curtain of the crazy age. 
 Guests from afar explore the lands of the Old Continent, 
 Striking the melody of the next era. 
 Came here through the gate of time, 
 Shad put down his suitcase, 
 Look at the silvery moonlight overhead.
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 As a person who transmigrated into a novel written by himself, Qin Kaiyi experiences a huge pressure and burden.
 Even more so, he transmigrated as the villain and is forced to follow the plot. Qin Kaiyi expresses that he doesn’t want to write novels anymore.
 Qin Kaiyi: “WTF. transmigrating into the villain and being forced to follow the plot. Just let it be. Shen Feixiao, can you get the f*ck down from my body???
 Shen Feixiao: “Shixiong, I won’t.”
 Alright, actually this is just a stupid story about transmigrating into his own novel as the villain and getting pushed down by his own protagonist.
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 “Ding, congratulations to the host, get the magical golden hoop!”
 “Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining 90 million Body Tempering Pills!”
 “Ding, congratulations to the host for gaining God-level savvy!”
 Ye Qinghun travels through the alien world, activates the super treasure chest system, and marches bravely all the way to the road of invincibility, crushing countless arrogances, and suppressing the eternal heavens!
 What great sage reincarnation, return from hell, Tianjiao witch, fairy descended to the earth, all kneel at my feet and sing conquer!
 Pretend to be like the wind, always with me! Those who follow me prosper, against me…
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 Introduction:
 Su Mo travels to the world of beasts for all.
 Countless races compete for hegemony.
 Even the mountains and rivers have their own lives.
 Get double SSS talents at the beginning, you can enter the restricted area of ​​the gods, plus infinite resurrection.
 Winged angels are proud?
 Throw it directly into the forbidden zone of the gods, resurrect and rebirth, rebirth and resurrection.
 Original route: angels with two wings - angels with four wings - seraphs - archangels
 Special route after special training: Winged Angel-Thunder Purifier-Sacred Protoss-Seraphim
 …………
 Countless years later, Su Mo rose through the ranks.
 All the gods have been stolen.
 Blood God: "My blood source pool, why are there more dirty things from Su Mo?"
 Moon God: "Ah, my god died land, it was sucked into a wasteland by Su Mo!"
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 Zhao Youqian, who came to the gourmet world by accident, discovered that this world is full of Chinese young masters, halberd-eating spirits and captives of gourmet food, and there are countless mysterious existences. 
 However, when his gourmet food system awakens, countless diners from other worlds will bring him a new gourmet world.
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 In the humid heat of July, students within the crowded classroom couldn’t breathe properly under the tremendous pressure of the intensive exams. 
 Guo Jingyu’s forehead was damp with sweat. 
 He saw the figure seated in front of him as soon as he glanced up. His back was as straight as it had always been, his white shirt school uniform had a mild soap scent, and his hair was neatly parted. He was accompanied by the steady rustle of a pen. 
 Guo Jingyu laughed, as if he’d been freed of a huge burden, and gently nudged the person in front of him twice with a pen, saying in a hushed whisper, “Li Tongzhou?” The teen in front of him halted and didn’t say anything, but he extended his hand behind him and handed him something. 
 Guo Jingyu was lying motionless on his desk. With his fingers, he poked Li Tongzhou’s palm, which the other gently gripped. 
 In our youth’s fiery love, you’ve always been the only one.
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 Xu Chen crossed another world and became the strongest genius of the Xuanling Academy of the Ziyun Dynasty, overwhelming all the arrogance.
 But the system needs power awakening, so Xu Chen Cultivation Base disappeared and remained silent for three years.
 Although unable to practice, Xu Chen Talent has an amazing understanding and has become the youngest mentor in the academy.
 Three years later, the fiancée had already divorced, the royal family abandoned her, and the major families kept silent.
 But his fiancée's little sister, Han Ruoxi, the number one beauty of Ziyun Dynasty, is clinging to him to death.
 Xu Chen: "Your sister has retired, why do you follow me every day?"
 Han Ruoxi: "Oh, my sister hates you, but I don't. Find another one for you. At worst, I'll marry you."
 Xu Chen: "..."
 He glanced at the Own god-level summing system, just as the loading was complete, the prompt sounded:
 Do you want to add the Cultivation Base, Talent, Comprehension, Cultivation Technique, Martial Arts, and Secret Techniques of all the strongest talents in the academy?
 He clicked Yes, and Cultivation Base was instantly promoted to Martial Saint.
 At this moment, among the younger generation of Ziyun Dynasty, he was invincible.
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 I read many classics 
 Yu Liang still can't understand, what is the way of heaven and earth? 
 Phew~ 
 The Tao is natural and calm. 
 Driving a small boat on the lake, freeing your mind and fishing quietly. 
 On the calm lake, the breeze blew, causing ripples in the water. 
 When the sun shines through the lake, it reflects the colorful light! 
 When the leaves on the shore flutter, they swing gracefully and play gorgeous music... 
 Light, waves, frequency, resonance, harmony... 
 Yu Liang instantly realized that this was the Tao!
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 What bad intentions could Xia Luo have after traveling across Rune Continent? 
 He just wants to farm, raise flowers, and feed the birds in the mountain village of Ionia... 
 By the way, we should carry out an agricultural revolution, an industrial revolution, and if possible, another industrial revolution. 
 But there are always beauties coming to him to ask him to solve various problems. 
 Kyle: I'm your guardian angel. 
 Morgana: No, I am his guardian angel. 
 Riven: I am your family, I will go wherever you go. 
 Leona: The light of the sun guides me to you. 
 Diana: The light of the bright moon also guides me and comes for you. 
 Fiona: Please accept me as your disciple, or let me marry you. 
 Ahri: Don’t abandon me, I can be a servant. 
 Ashe: You are my king. 
 Caitlin: You promised me that you would hunt down criminals with me. 
 Sister Good Luck: You also promised me to help me get revenge. 
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 Weiss, who was a great sorcerer, was reborn. Not only did he return to his youth, but who was this sexy blonde girl in front of him?
 This blonde girl wanted Weiss to become her only male pet?
 Furthermore, this was the women’s world. The power dynamics of the world had been flipped on its head. Men were responsible for household tasks while women were responsible for providing for the family… “I am a great sorcerer. I can’t just be smitten by beauty in this women’s world!”
 “However, why does this female-dominated world feel a little different? The sexy blonde girl at the start knew a little magic?”
 “The magical elements of this women’s world doesn’t feel too weak?”
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 I am vain, selfish, greedy for money, lustful, and occasionally kill people and set fires, but I know that I am a good immortal — a virtuous and virtuous person.
 Fellow Daoists have a poem that praises it: Indifferent to fame and fortune, not loving money, pure as ice and clean as jade, with a firm Dao heart.
 Benevolent, generous, and righteous, with boundless magic power, a virtuous immortal.
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