[Football] The Anti-System

Scorpius is a professional footballer with mild depression and social anxiety, known as the Prince of Northern Ireland. "The 'Melancholy Prince'? Legends of the pitch don't feel joy from goals or victories." "British media: 'Has Cristiano Ronaldo saved the Prince? Is there hope of curing his depression?'" Scorpius has a secret. Since childhood, a voice has constantly whispered in his ear: [Learn Spanish within ten months. Failure means elimination] [Win a violin competition. Failure means elimination] [Get an A+ in every class. Failure means elimination] [Win the next match and score twice. Failure means elimination] He lives in fear of death's shadow, until one day, when he comes on as a substitute, he sees the number 7 in a red jersey. [Deal Manchester United a fatal blow. Failure means elimination] [Destroy Manchester United's number 7] ...This is the first mission without an elimination threat. So he'll make sure to fail it completely. Here's another Football novel I recommend: [Football: Face the Wind] It's hard to imagine how Knowles Konig, who debuted through connections and was derided as a "princeling," became the "world's number one" and a "face-slapping demon." People only remember that his innocent, baby-faced smile made him look like a harmless little angel. "I'm sorry, big brother. Did you hurt yourself when you fell? Let me help you up. Just be careful not to fall again, okay?" But this little angel, all sweetness in his words, is the very culprit who face-slaps his opponents, charging into them like a gust of wind and leaving them sprawled everywhere, even smashing through the goal net. Before every match, someone always warns his opponents: "Never trust Knowles Konig." They learned that from being face-slapped hundreds of times: Don't believe the weakness he puts on display, because no one runs faster or crashes into people more enthusiastically than he does. Don't believe he can only run with the ball, because he's quick and nimble as a black panther, an elegant "king of dribbling." Don't believe he only got where he is through connections, because he's the most valuable player in football, the genuine king of the pitch. Don't believe the endless rumors about his love life, because all he wants is to be everyone's daddy. In response, His teammates stand with hands on their hips and denounce the accusations furiously: "Stop calling our KK a two-faced snake, okay? He's not nearly as bad as you say! He's just a kid! Where are you going to find another child this good, cute, and obedient?!" Konig hides behind his teammates, looking aggrieved. "Waaah, don't be mad, everyone. It's all my fault." Then, behind their backs, he grins at his opponents. "I'll do it again next time." [Notes] 1. The protagonist is extremely overpowered, with a ridiculously strong golden finger. (Even I'm scared of how powerful it is.) 2. No romance, no romance, important point repeated: socialist brotherhood. 3. Characterization is inspired by The Witcher (you can mostly ignore this). 4. KK's character: a human tank √ a professional drama queen, expertly playing a delicate little white lotus √ an attacking sweeper who prefers playing defense to forward √ an absolute jerk √ Theme: