Chapter 1

If I can't play soccer, I die - Kang Roy

One day, I found myself trapped in the cycle of regression.

The damn regression where I die if I can't play soccer!

I am not good enough to be the king of soccer.

So, I made a resolve.

In the 14th cycle, I will definitely become the god of soccer and break free from this damn cycle.

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Chapter 1: Prologue

Beep, beep, beeeeeeeep!

As the final whistle of the second half blew, I raised my clenched fist amidst the cheers of the crowd.

"Uaaaaah!"

The 2018-2019 season ended with my team, Manchester City, winning the championship.

I, not Sergio Aguero, Pierre Aumameyang, Sadio Mane, or Mohamed Salah, became the top scorer in the EPL!

I was overwhelmed with emotion, not knowing what to do with myself.

The fans packed into the Etihad Stadium were busy singing their hearts out, making the stadium shake.

Some were so moved that they shed tears.

At the same time, they were shouting my name.

"Homarioooooo!"

"Oh, Homarioooooo!"

My surname is 'Ho,' and my given name is 'Mario.'

My father, inspired by the play of the Brazilian star, Romario, during the 1988 Seoul Olympics, named me after him.

But right now, the cheers of the fans filling the Etihad Stadium didn't register in my ears.

'Enough! It's enough!'

I had won the top scorer title in the EPL for the first time.

Therefore, I could now escape this damn cycle of fate.

I could break free from this tiresome, repetitive life and live a comfortable life with a beautiful wife!

I was certain of it.

If you're the top scorer in the EPL, you've certainly reached the peak of your career as a soccer player, right?

But.

"What?!"

My eyes widened in shock at the sudden popup that appeared before me.

Korean Monk

Challenge 1000 days of celibacy!

Unparalleled virility

Pervert.

.

.

You become a pervert just by kissing lightly and maintaining your composure.

"Damn, you're as crazy as a pigeon trying to make seasoned chicken! What kind of nonsense are you spouting, you stud of the Premier League?!"

The cameraman, who was zooming in on me to capture the glory of my multi-goal performance in today's match, shuddered.

Some of the fans who had run onto the field to celebrate the victory looked bewildered at my angry cursing.

Regardless.

"Damn you, you god! Where are you? Come out! Come out and face me, you bastard! I'll kick a soccer ball right into the middle of your nose!"

I let out a torrent of curses in Korean, gesturing wildly at the sky, punching and kicking the air.

Does this make any sense?

I became the top scorer in the EPL, surpassing Mane, Aguero, Aumameyang, and Salah...?

Of course, 7 of my 35 goals were penalties.

But still, this is ridiculous!

However, the nameless god had no intention of listening to my outburst.

Instead.

Ku-gu-gu-gu-gu-gu!

"Kyaahhhh!"

"Get out of the way!"

"No, what the hell is that?!"

Suddenly, the surroundings darkened, and people started scattering in all directions.

Even the cameraman, who had been zooming in on me, threw his camera and ran far away.

Then, a giant metal structure appeared in my field of vision as the sky was obscured by a shadow.

A new popup appeared.

Some items will be lost.

.

.

Resetting.

I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Failing the mission even in this life.

"Damn it! Eat shit!"

In my intense frustration, I raised my middle finger to the sky.

I didn't forget my resolve.

In the next cycle, I will definitely survive and smash the face of the nameless god!

Of course, my passionate determination was quickly crushed like a tin can when the metal structure fell with a loud noise.

Kwa-ga-ga-ga!

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* This work is a modern fantasy based on soccer, and the names of the players used are different from their real names.