MTL - I Just Want to Play the Game Quietly - Chapter 1586 Terrible killer

With just three sentences, you convinced the Paladin to spend five thousand Gold Coins for you.You truly are a master of the Undead who thoroughly understands human nature!…“Respected Master Amberser, after our review by the editors at 'Legendary Spells' Publishing, we regret to inform you that your paper 'Research on the Non-Humanoid Form Modification of Undead Creatures' is unsuitable for publication in our monthly magazine. We suggest that you submit your work to a magical academic journal with less stringent review requirements.”A burst of ghostly blue flame erupted from the tips of fingers, reducing the rejection letter.“Damn it! You bastards are purely discriminating against liches, discriminating against undead magic!!!”“Drop dead!”

Nicholas Marjan—known as Niels—was once an Asian football-obsessed loner in the modern world. A master of FIFA Career Mode, addicted to tactical YouTube breakdowns, and endlessly chasing transfer window drama, he lived the beautiful game from behind a screen.Until the day he died.Reborn in the late 2000s in a small European country, Niels wakes up in the body of a once-promising young footballer whose career was tragically cut short by a brutal ACL injury. With no chance to play again, and haunted by the weight of lost potential, the only path forward is through coaching.Now an assistant at a struggling lower-league club, Niels carries two things no one else has:-Knowledge of football’s future-A mysterious cheat-like instinct for scouting raw, hidden talentAs he begins to make waves with his unique coaching style, Niels catches the attention of the football world. Offers from top-tier teams in the top five European leagues come rolling in. With a growing reputation, Niels sets out to transform not just one team's fate—but to leave his mark on the biggest stages in world football.

I was forced to live in captivity for the rest of my life because I happened to be aware of the fact that I was a saint. I was truly a ‘real’ saint, but that didn’t matter, because there was already a designated saint in the temple.

When I died from all the abuse I endured, I was sent back to a time before all those previous events in my life had happened. After 15 regressions, I was exhausted. I prayed, “I don’t want anything to do with this, so please just let me die,”

And at that moment when I could finally be able to die, someone said, “How about being my daughter?”

…. That monstrous duke had adopted me.