I, Zlatan Ibrahimovic, am God.
But God is a social recluse.
Transmigrated into the football world's most arrogant braggart, socially anxious Zhu Xiaoming just wants to die.
On the first day the System binds to him, a mission window pops up:
[Say one of God's famous lines in front of the global media. Failure penalty: Balotelli mode for 24 hours.]
Zhu Xiaoming is sweating buckets, his face bright red.
The whole world thinks he's holding back his fury.
Through gritted teeth, he says the words:
"God needs no explanation."
The stadium erupts. Reporters scribble frantically. The coach's coffee cup shatters on the floor.
Slumped in his chair, Zhu Xiaoming has just one thought on his mind:
"I want to go home and be an internet cafe manager."
The System chimes again:
[After scoring, spread your arms and shout: Behold my kingdom.]
A story about a social recluse forced into becoming a football legend.
Every word he says makes him want to die, yet every word is revered as scripture.
He wants to be a lazy fish, but the world insists on making him a god.
"God has descended. All other deities, begone."
"But God really just wants to go home."
