Become A Football Legend
"What exactly is the point of this life of mine?"
Lukas Brandt thought to himself as he chugged down a cup of Wheat beer in a local pub in Darmstadt.
He had always dreamt of being a professional footballer, he fell in love with the sport when he watched his country Germany beat the Argentine national team in the World Cup final in 2014, with memories of his father hugging him tightly after Mario Gotze scored the goal that gave them the cup.
He had been 7 back then, currently 36, but his biggest regret was giving up at the first sight of failure at 15.
He had given up his dream of one day representing his country, and died (un)fortunately while trying to save a kid.
Waking up 20 years younger and with a system, follow Lukas' journey from an SV Darmstadt 98 academy reject, to undoubtedly the greatest footballer of all time.
Set in an alternate universe so some names and events will obviously be changed massively, else it'll just be a biography of a real life player :')
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Release schedule: At least 1 chapter daily.
Word count: About 1500 words per chapter on average.
This is gonna be a loonngg story, so get comfortable.
15 GOLDEN TICKETS = 1 extra chapter (will be spread across the week if it's too much. [that will be a nice problem to have.])
1 dragon = 2 bonus chapters
1 Magic Castle = 4 bonus chapters
1 Spacecraft = 6 bonus chapters
1 Golden Gachapon = 10 bonus chapters + addressing you as "Your Highness" in every chapter's comment section (TT)
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DISCLAIMER:
This is a work of fiction. While the names of certain football clubs, competitions, and figures are used for the purposes of creating a sense of realism, this story is purely imaginary. No association with or endorsement by any actual person, team, club, governing body, or organization is intended or should be inferred. All trademarks and service marks, including club and federation names, are the property of their respective owners, and no infringement is intended. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, beyond those clearly identified, is purely coincidental.