[Transmigration + Soccer + Fantasy + Subverting Expectations]
While others transmigrate to cultivate immortality or practice martial arts, I, Lin Qi, transmigrate to another world to play soccer.
But here, soccer determines the fate of the world. Only by winning the Creation God Cup can we seal the Void, which devours all things.
The good news: I'm inhabiting the body of a former professional player.
The bad news: my spiritual channels are depleted. I've been deemed a good-for-nothing, not even good enough for the bench.
Then, on the day of the test, I give the ball a gentle tap with my toe
The Spiritual Root Stele explodes.
The whole stadium falls silent. The referee rules, “Property damage. Disqualified.”
But a reclusive legendary goalkeeper laughs maniacally: “That's a once-in-a-century talent, a born prodigy of the ball!”
I don't understand spiritual power, but I do understand trajectories, air resistance, and force analysis.
You use magic to duel. I use middle-school physics to score.
A divine genius can see three seconds into the future? When I shoot, even I don't know where the ball will go.
While the entire divine realm cultivates immortality, I choose to go back to Newton.
But on the day of the final, the Void tells me: “Every match you win is hastening the world's destruction...”
Am I saving the world, or pushing it into the abyss with my own hands?
