Reborn: A Woman Ruined My Life, So This Time I’m Becoming White Jordan
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With a heart as pure as white paper, I draw my blade and become a natural-born god.
In his previous life, Luka Doncic was dragged down by off-court messes: a toxic woman’s psychological manipulation, a custody battle over his daughter, and the media’s jeers. He retired at forty in a rundown European arena, with no championships, no MVPs, and no one who remembered him.
He opened his eyes and was reborn.
He was back on the morning of March 19, 2026, when the whole internet was mocking him as a "soft European."
This time, he wanted no women and no fame, only basketball.
Averaging 40-plus points and triple-doubles, he silenced the whole league with a shushing gesture. LeBron wanted a retirement tour? He’d make him willingly accept the role of third option, playing his heart out on defense just to touch the court one more time. Reaves wanted to be the second option? Then he’d better show the grit to match. Ayton wanted to shed the "De Bao" nickname? He’d feed him so many easy buckets he’d throw up. Smarta had secret ambitions to take revenge on the Celtics? He’d set the stage for him in the Finals.
The championship?
Hand it over.
Don’t push me on the basketball court.
Because here, I’m a god.
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