Time has entered November, and because there are two weeks of National Team Match Day scheduled this month, the schedule for each of the top teams competing on four fronts is quite tight.
They have to complete six games in 19 days, which basically works out to one game every three days.
Maël took advantage of the free time to do extra training on the training ground. He is now practicing all lv3 level skills, and the Frequency of upgrading is not as fast as before.
However, many skills are indeed slowly approaching the upgrade threshold. This includes the Ball Control ability that he values most! On the field, the soccer ball is constantly in motion, either through passing or through dribbling.
His passing ability is very good, and as long as he improves his Ball Control, there will really be no problem with his 'control' of the soccer ball.
Defensive players want to complete a steal at his feet? Unless everything in that offensive and defensive scenario is unfavorable to him at the time, the probability is relatively small.
"My shielding of the ball is like Henry."
Maël remembered Henry's famous line, and after improving his Ball Control, his shielding of the ball really became like Henry's.
Moreover, thanks to a better physique, he may achieve a better shielding effect than Henry.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
On the training ground, he was sweating profusely, quickly flicking and pulling the ball with his feet. He repeated this movement thousands of times every day.
Sometimes when it was boring, he would also think, when Ball Control and Rhythm are both upgraded, how would his ability compare to peak Henry? It should be very close... It's not to say that he is weaker than Henry, but just to describe the degree of similarity between the two.
Henry's weakness is the same as his now, no header, but other than that, everything else is perfect.
His overall shooting ability should be better than his, but he also has many areas where he is slightly better than Henry.
18 years old with Henry's level? Maël smiled faintly, this is really a remarkable achievement.
After finishing the day's training, he put on his sunglasses, drove his Ferrari and went home with José. Before getting in the car, he glanced at the proficiency progress.
[Skill: Volley lv3]
[Proficiency: (464/800)]
[Skill: Outside of the Foot Curve lv3]
[Proficiency: (430/800)]
[Skill: Ball Control lv3]
[Proficiency: (1906/2000)]
[Skill: Stamina lv3]
[Proficiency: (1646/2000)]
[Skill: Rhythm lv3]
[Proficiency: (1142/1500)]
"Almost."
Maël took a deep breath. He was extremely looking forward to the day when Ball Control and Rhythm were fully upgraded, which would definitely be a great improvement in overall ability.
He also thought about future improvement plans, and remembering that he already had so many lv4 skills, he wondered if he should take one of them and upgrade it to lv5 to test the effect?
He had been dreaming about this new realm for a long time, but he had never set foot in it until now.
It's time to start moving towards the true limit of human level!
That will be a completely new level!
No one can find a benchmark in reality. This is a brand new realm unique to Maël. It would be top-notch if others could have a few similarities.
He knew very early on that in order to walk a brand new soccer path that no one had ever walked before, this kind of ability was essential.
One is not enough, three are not enough, he always has to tend towards all-round, the ultimate all-round!
If he had such a good opportunity, but he was only satisfied with breaking records in the EFL Championship, only satisfied with being a top player in the Premier League, or even only satisfied with reaching the level of the peerless twins in the future, then it would be a waste.
What he is pursuing is a unique level! "Let's try!"
Maël made a decision, and then began to think about which lv4 skill to start practicing first.
The first thing he can confirm is to start with skill-based skills. The proficiency of 2000 can allow him to quickly grind out lv5 skills.
Even if lv5 physical skills may be much stronger than lv5 skill-based skills, the proficiency of 5000 is a bit too discouraging.
Let's start with skill-based training, and once I get a taste of success, then I'll work on Speed and Strength, and of course, extreme Coordination.
"Wait."
Maël suddenly thought of a question: if all his physical skills reached lv5, and all his stats were maxed out, could he also put on a top-level performance in sports like American football? A faint smile appeared on his lips. This was quite a wonderful discovery and fantasy, though reality might not be that simple.
Regaining his focus, he began to think, if he were to train skill-based abilities first, where would he start? Compared to passing ability, he definitely preferred shooting ability that could score goals.
And the lv4 shooting skills he currently possessed were the Curved Shot and the Long Shot. From an efficiency standpoint, the Curved Shot seemed slightly better than the Long Shot.
Curved Shot scenarios on the field were definitely more frequent than Long Shots.
But this difference wasn't enough to extinguish his affection for the Long Shot, his first skill, and his pursuit of ultimate violent aesthetics!
The Long Shot was undoubtedly the cooler one, the one with more deterrence! He still wanted to start with the Long Shot first, and after training the Long Shot to lv5, he would turn to the Curved Shot, and then perhaps practice some other lv4 skills.
"Once Ball Control and Rhythm are up, I'll train the Long Shot first."
Maël selected his first lv5 skill, a skill that held great significance for him.
Thinking that it might reach lv5 this season, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips. From lv1 to lv5, the Long Shot had truly accompanied him, witnessing his football journey.
He always said he cherished his reputation; if each skill was a feather, then the 'Long Shot' would definitely be his favorite.
Even if many more vibrant feathers slowly appeared beside it, and it slowly lost its original conspicuousness, it would still give people the feeling of a first love.
"Slap!"
Maël slapped himself. What nonsense was he thinking? Was he going crazy from training skills?
People still need to relax more often, or they'll easily go insane.
He changed his mind and thought about other things. If other skills were removed from the training slot due to leveling up while training the Long Shot, then he would add Heading ability and Fancy Dribbling ability.
Heading was to make up for shortcomings, which goes without saying. As for Fancy Dribbling, it was an ability trained to complement Ball Control, something he had planned long ago.
As his abilities slowly improved in the future, he would also have to consider elegance, and not always be a Muscle Maniac.
He wanted to be a cool guy, to play stylishly, to play flashy! At that time, who knows, maybe he would be a—football elf, but a muscle monster.
Maël couldn't help but purse his lips and stifle a laugh. He couldn't imagine what that scene would look like.
Sitting in the passenger seat, José watched Maël entertaining himself and, while marveling at his rich inner world, asked, "Considering what Deschamps said at the end of the last press conference, do you think he will take office quickly?"
"Haha..." Maël found the image funny, but he shook his head and said, "Not necessarily, I don't know him very well."
"What about Blanc?"
José still valued Maël's national team career quite a bit, and he always felt that this was an important stage. "You talk to him often, will he invite you this month?"
"I think that's possible."
Maël nodded slightly and guessed, "If he's about to step down, the French Football Federation should give him a death mission, to quickly recruit me into the team during his final term, to familiarize myself with the team."
José nodded, looked ahead, and paused for a moment before saying, "Sometimes it's quite amazing to think about it. Do you know that those of us who stay by your side have a greater sense of separation than others?
"The most other people feel separated from you is in terms of your '18' years old and 'top-level strength'.
"Have you ever thought that we not only have this sense of separation, but also have more than others: the side of you in your life, the side of you in training."
Maël looked at the car cutting in front of him, honked a few times, and laughed, "Training is rapid improvement? Then what am I like in life?"
José didn't turn his head, and hesitated for a long time without speaking, as if it was difficult to say.
"Can't say it, right?" Maël joked with him, "I should be very normal in life, nothing special."
"No." José made up his mind, turned his head to look at Maël, and said, "Sometimes, you show a very lonely side, one that I have never seen in anyone else.
"Not to mention, seeing it from a football star who is not yet 20 years old, but is already famous in European football."
Maël's heart suddenly trembled, but he forced a laugh and said, "Why can't I feel it myself? José, sometimes I don't like to talk, it doesn't mean I'm lonely."
José shook his head and gave an example, "Loneliness is not not talking, not staring out the window alone in a daze, not liking to be maverick.
"You're not like that, on the contrary, you love to talk, sometimes you'll talk to us even when there's nothing to say, you're very afraid of the atmosphere suddenly cooling down... Is this perhaps the reason why people complain that your jokes are sometimes awkward?" Have you ever thought about why you're afraid of being alone, and you never go upstairs except to sleep?
"Or rather, why did you initially insist on having the therapists and coaches live in your house? And your former friend Gilbert?"
Maël kept looking ahead while driving, but he forgot to step on the accelerator, causing the car to slowly slow down.
"Is your focus solely due to your self-discipline?" José became more animated as he spoke. Sometimes, conversations just flow like that. "Could there be a second reason, that you just can't stop?"
He emphasized the short phrase 'can't stop,' as if to highlight that he meant more than just the surface meaning.
"Alright," Maël said, smiling at him, "Stop being a philosopher and be a good technical coach. I need you."
"Go to some parties."
José didn't stop, finally suggesting, "Or find someone to share your bed with, that would be true companionship."
...
November 2nd, only four days after the last match, the second round of the Champions League arrived.
A new month of matches began, and Arsenal was at home this time, facing Marseille, the opponent they had thrashed in the previous encounter.
Having accumulated 9 points after 3 rounds, leading second-place Marseille by 5 points, Wenger rotated nearly half of the team for this match, perhaps also considering the feelings of his old friend Deschamps.
Maël sat on the bench watching the game, lamenting with Van Persie, "Mertesacker is in such good shape, he rarely gets rotated."
"Yeah," Van Persie nodded, smiling, "Position and playing style are also factors."
Maël happened to see Mertesacker head the ball away to defuse a crisis, saying, "With him there, it won't be easy for Marseille to win this game easily."
As he expected, after a relatively uneventful first half, the two sides went into halftime with a score of zero to zero.
Deschamps was furious, and the sound of his roaring in the locker room even reached the Arsenal locker room, forcing Wenger to close the door tightly.
Listening to the noise from over there, Maël muttered to himself. The two coaches he had encountered so far were both relatively mild-mannered.
If he were to work with Deschamps in the future, he might have a different experience.
However, he wasn't worried. With his current abilities, even if he couldn't guarantee consistent contributions, he could at least meet the requirements of every coach.
He wouldn't be intimidated anywhere, and he wouldn't have a disastrous performance.
"Bip!"
Soon after, the second half began, and after a few waves of fierce attacks from both teams at the start, the game returned to its boring state.
Van Persie yawned listlessly, asking, "Have you seen the schedule for this month? 3 Premier League games, 2 Champions League games, and an EFL Cup quarter-final."
"I know."
Maël had seen the schedule. He cared about it quite a bit. You always need to know what kind of road you're walking on and what difficulties you might encounter.
"Pursue an undefeated record in the Premier League?" Van Persie turned to him, asking about their goal. "This month's opponents, West Brom, Norwich, Fulham, aren't too tough to crack."
Maël smiled and met his gaze, saying, "With this schedule, shouldn't we be aiming for a clean sweep?"
"Haha..." Van Persie had been in the Premier League for a long time and seemed to understand its difficulties better. He shook his head, saying, "That's hard, but with the successful attempt last month, I'll work hard with you."
"Good."
Maël nodded, briefly thinking about the rest of the month's schedule. Besides the three Premier League games, the Champions League opponents were Marseille and Dortmund. In the EFL Cup, they had drawn Manchester City in the quarter-finals.
In his mind, the EFL Cup quarter-final was just as important as the Premier League and Champions League, even more so.
Because it was truly close to a championship.
From the current perspective, the Premier League title was undoubtedly still very far away, and the Champions League felt like it was in another world.
But the EFL Cup was different. If they beat Manchester City and entered the semi-finals, they would be one step away from the final battle.
All in all, there were only 3 games left to win the League Cup trophy! Maël really wanted to go for it. He only had a trophy from a second-tier league, and he hadn't touched a trophy from a top domestic competition yet.
"Van Persie!"
In the 62nd minute, Wenger waved and called Van Persie to warm up, preparing to bring him on.
It seemed that Marseille's failure to score had made him want to pursue victory.
Van Persie came on in the 65th minute, and Rosický started warming up afterwards, coming on in the 70th minute.
In the 78th minute, Wenger turned his gaze to Maël's position, hesitated for a moment, and then waved at Maël.
"Here it comes!"
Maël smiled and stood up from the bench, running towards the warm-up area on the sidelines.
"Oh!" A considerable cheer erupted in the Emirates Stadium, as many people had expectations for Maël.
No matter Wenger's arrangements due to the schedule, they spent money and time to come here, definitely wanting to see goals, victories, and a wonderful match!
The successive substitutions during this period undoubtedly showed them the hope of achieving these things!
Especially Maël, who was in incredibly hot form last month. His appearance might change the team's offensive situation.
On the other side, in front of the Marseille team's coaching area, Deschamps saw Maël get up and prepare to enter the field, and a look of panic flashed in his eyes.
He came to the sideline, called Azpilicueta on the same side, and instructed, "Be careful of him. Learn from the experience of the last match, remember?"
"Yes!"
Azpilicueta nodded firmly. After the last round, Maël's figure haunted him like a nightmare. He recalled the scenes that happened in the match countless times, and a feeling of unwillingness arose.
At that time, he should have had better options, but he didn't make them in the heat of the moment.
This time, he would avenge his shame and eliminate his nightmare! In the 81st minute of the match, Maël took off his substitute vest and came to the sideline, and the fourth official raised the substitution board.
"Aahh!" The cheers in the stadium became even more intense, and many players who were still on the field looked at him with anticipation.
On the other side, Deschamps and Azpilicueta were also staring at him, wondering what they were thinking.
"Clap!"
Maël quickly completed a high-five with Arshavin, who finally got a chance to play in the Champions League this season, but his performance was average.
As he stepped onto the soft field and looked at the Marseille team's goal, a strong desire to win rose in his eyes.
Zero to zero, what a great score.
Just one goal is likely to kill the suspense of the match and get 3 points! "Boom, boom, boom!"
The football rotated in Arsenal's backfield. The Marseille team intensified the rhythm of their pressing at the last moment. They were also striving for victory.
In the 84th minute of the match, Vermaelen seized the opportunity and made a long-distance, fast, short pass, sending the ball to Rosický in the attacking midfielder position.
"Wow!" This kind of ball distribution from the center-back is also pleasing to the eye, because it helps the team directly break through the opponent's midfield defense.
After turning around, Rosický passed the ball to Maël on the left wing.
Maël then dribbled the ball towards Azpilicueta, who stared warily at the ball under his feet.
"Clap!"
After just a few steps, Azpilicueta suddenly used an unexpected tackle to steal the football from under his feet, catching him off guard.
Maël was shocked. He didn't expect this old brother to play this trick. He turned around and chased after Azpilicueta.
"Boom!"
He didn't catch up with the ball, but he put a lot of pressure on Azpilicueta's dribbling, causing him to pass the ball to an Arsenal defender.
Maël waved his hand to apologize to his teammates and returned to his position.
"Clap, clap, clap!" He heard a burst of applause from behind, coming from the Marseille team's coaching area.
Turning his head, he saw Deschamps clapping his hands, encouraging Azpilicueta's tackle.
Maël smiled. He quickly attracted Deschamps' attention, and the other party also smiled slightly at him. The two made eye contact for the first time.
After this attack, Arsenal's backfield began to pass the ball back and forth again.
They tried a few forward attacks, but after failing, they were not in a hurry, slowly looking for opportunities through transfers.
"Come back!"
Deschamps didn't seem to want to press high at this time either, signaling the players to all return to their own half. He was going to start defending for 1 point.
At Arsenal's home stadium, the Emirates Stadium, taking away 1 Champions League point is also an acceptable result.
"Boom!"
In the 88th minute of the match, Vermaelen once again made a direct pass that aimed east but struck west, breaking through the opponent's midfield line and finding Arteta on the right side.
This is the meaning of his existence on the field. Even though Arsenal's attacking strength is very strong now, and he has slowly become unable to compete with Koscielny and Mertesacker, as long as he plays, he can make offensive contributions to the team.
After controlling the ball, Arteta passed the ball to Maël. At this time, Maël was the one who was more trustworthy.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Maël's ball control and acceleration were both very quick this time, giving Azpilicueta no chance as he cut towards the center, instantly speeding up the rhythm of the left half of the field.
"Thump, thump!" But Azpilicueta reacted quickly, gritting his teeth and keeping up.
This player's stamina seemed excellent. After 89 minutes of play, he showed no signs of fatigue, instead heating his body to its optimal state.
Coupled with the previous large-margin loss at Marseille's home stadium, he was spurred to action by his shame, unleashing his peak performance this round.
"Bang!"
Maël observed the situation in the center, and seeing Walcott's intention to cut into the ribs, he used his right foot to curl the bottom of the ball, preparing to play an overhead pass.
"Scrape!"
Azpilicueta had anticipated this and slid towards Maël's feet.
He hooked Maël's foot first, and then the ball, causing the ball to fly towards the center along the sideline.
"Bang!"
Maël rolled forward uncontrollably, quickly getting up after falling, and seeing the ball cleared by the opponent's defender and headed into the penalty area by Arteta.
He turned his gaze to the referee, chasing after him with dissatisfaction, "He hooked my foot first, aren't you going to call it? It's a foul for ruining a scoring opportunity!"
The referee ignored him, burying his head and running towards where the ball was going.
Maël chased beside him, a look of urgency on his face, "You can't just let him off because he got a yellow card in the first half, right? Or didn't you see it clearly?"
Behind him, Azpilicueta's face showed some worry. Although the game was about to end, getting a card and being sent off at this time would have a huge impact on the team.
That bit of energy he had been holding onto might immediately dissipate, making it easier for the opponent's attack to break through their defense.
Deschamps also kept an eye on the referee, and only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that he had no intention of calling a foul.
"Bang!"
On the field, Marseille defender Diawara headed the ball out of the penalty area, and the ball landed near the referee.
Marseille midfielder Valbuena originally wanted to rush up and clear the ball, but hesitated for a moment after seeing the referee, and this hesitation made him miss the best opportunity.
"Slap!"
Maël, with a face full of dissatisfaction and anxiety, stopped the ball to the right side of his body. He had been running beside the referee all along, so he would naturally be the first to get the ball.
He glanced at the opponent's goal, temporarily suppressing the frustration in his heart, swung his left arm, raised his right foot, and gritted his teeth as he shot at the ball.
"Bang!!"
At the moment of exertion, he kicked out all the emotions that had just been in his heart. The ball suddenly dented and flew up with great force, smashing towards the near corner of the goal.
Marseille goalkeeper Mandanda was standing near the near corner, a goalkeeper's habit. Watching the incoming ball, he quickly lowered his center of gravity and judged the landing point with piercing eyes.
He slowly bent his legs. The *muscle memory* from years of training could even make his body react earlier than his brain. Before he could even react to the landing point, his body was ready to pounce towards the near corner.
"Swish!"
But everything came to an abrupt end. The ball touched the dead corner of the goal first, nailing itself into the net!
"Wow!!!"
The shouts of more than 50,000 Arsenal fans instantly spread throughout the stadium, and spread outwards. At this moment, all the boredom they had accumulated throughout the game disappeared.
Goal! One to zero!
A *game-winning goal*!
In this game, the fans originally expected to see a goal fest like the previous two games, to see Arsenal beat Marseille at home.
But the team disappointed them, not only fielding a substitute lineup, but also failing to show any style. As their expectations continued to decrease, reaching the lowest point.
A super World Wave Game-winning goal appeared! It was as if it had condensed the goals of the goal fest together and smashed them into their hearts, raising their emotions to the highest peak in a short period of time.
"Yeah!!"
On the field, Maël roared with a flushed face and rushed to the sidelines, sliding passionately on his knees along the ground. At this moment, he couldn't remember any elegant celebrations, he just wanted to slide happily.
Not going to call it?
Then use a World Wave goal to help the team directly win the game! This was not his plan, even he felt a little surprised in his heart, but so what, that's how it turned out!!
At this moment, his hands transformed into dual pistols once more, firing furiously towards both sides, each shot aimed at the referee and opposing players, "*Boom! Boom! Boom!*"
"Ah!" Van Persie caught up with lightning speed, leaping onto Maël's back and tackling him to the ground near the sideline.
"Vamos!"
"Come on!"
Walcott, Arteta, and others on the other side also rushed over immediately. In that moment, everyone seemed to forget what to say, simply roaring and celebrating wildly, merging with the fans in the stadium.
On the sidelines, Wenger, who had been sitting calmly on the bench chatting with Philip, suddenly widened his eyes as he saw the football smash into the net.
"Hoo-hoo-ooh!"
Immediately, he was the first to jump out of the coaching area with his arms raised, his throat trembling as he let out a few shocking and even slightly panicked strange cries.
He had originally intended to give up on this match, but when he realized there was an opportunity, he sent people up to make a push.
They pushed until the 89th minute, and he thought the game would end in a draw, but then Maël scored a Game-winning goal with a thunderous shot! How could he describe this scene? Indescribable, only to be felt.
"Haha!"
Philip's reaction was more normal. He started calculating the points, "12 points! Even if we lose the last two games, we'll still likely qualify as the top of the group!"
On the field, as the Marseille players watched the football enter the net and the Arsenal players ran towards the sidelines to celebrate, they were plunged into an extremely disappointed mood. Some even felt a bit nauseous, keeping their mouths shut and not saying a word.
"Ugh!"
Valbuena, after a moment of sadness, remembered that the referee had blocked his path forward, and he ran towards the referee, saying, "You blocked my defensive line, you helped the attacking side gain an advantageous opportunity!"
His shout caused many Marseille players to react, and they quickly rushed to the referee and surrounded him.
"Pig head!"
Deschamps on the sidelines also spread his hands and put pressure on the referee, even using foul language.
The referee immediately broke out in a sweat, holding a whistle in one hand and scratching his head with the other, standing there at a loss.
There was no way he could call this goal back now. On the one hand, he might not have actually blocked the defending player; on the other hand, he had just made a controversial call against Arsenal.
Most importantly, a Game-winning goal that encompassed so many elements and was so wonderful would surely become one of the classic goals of this year's Champions League.
The Arsenal players had been celebrating for so long. If he were to call it back, he would definitely be nailed to the pillar of shame for life and repeatedlywhip by the fans.
"Beep!"
He then blew the whistle softly, ran towards Deschamps on the sidelines, and pulled out a red card, hoping to stop the controversy by punishing the opposing coach, "Red card, leave the field, please go to the stands!"
"Pig!" Deschamps said through gritted teeth, pointing at him and cursing one last time before heading to the stands of the Emirates Stadium.
Unfortunately, he couldn't make a celebration like Wenger's, which was like a king overlooking the world. Under the heat of anger, Deschamps's entire face turned red, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
"Beep! Beep! Beep—!"
Soon after, as the game ended, a piercing pain swept through his heart again. Just one goal away... another point lost.
"Maël."
He looked at the figure on the field, shaking hands with the fans to thank them, and the covetousness in his eyes reached its peak. This intertwined with his disappointment in the team, forming an extremely contrasting feeling.
It was no longer just admiration for this player; it was now fervent love, fervent pursuit.
That's how coaches often are. If you let them directly coach a player, their feelings won't be too strong.
But if you let them be repeatedly defeated by a player as an opponent, they will definitely have extremely strong feelings and emotions.
Back in the player tunnel, Deschamps made a phone call, "Did you watch the game? I knew you would... I want to take office this month, before the next National Team Match Day.
"The negotiations with Marseille are naturally up to you. Do you want me to go?" "Just one request, I need absolute power, I need everything about this team to listen to me, and I want to streamline the national team coaching structure, reducing the staff to around 15 people."
The other side was stunned for a long time before replying, "15 people... Have you considered that this means you have to give up on tactical analysts, data analysts, and other of the most important positions in modern football?"
Deschamps smiled faintly, "I only trust my eyes, I only focus on my feelings."
At the post-match press conference, Wenger and Van Persie sat here, accepting interviews from reporters.
When asked how to get along with Maël, Van Persie thought for a long time before answering, "Generally speaking, football is a regular sport. What kind of team faces what kind of opponent, how many opportunities can be created in a game, there is a range."
"For example, 5-10, 10-15, the deviation won't be too large, specifically fluctuating up and down according to the players' condition."
"At this time, the players standing on the front line have to share the power. Whoever is in a key position most of the time will get more of these good opportunities to complete goals and assists."
"Many players who don't have position competition have bad relationships in private, which is actually because of the distribution of ball control on the field."
He raised his head and smiled sincerely, "But Maël and I don't seem to have similar problems. He takes away from the team's offensive line, but can return it to some extent through his personal ability."
"Sometimes, he will give you better opportunities. Only those who are familiar with him know how amazing he is."
Wenger looked at Van Persie and nodded slightly, very satisfied with this speech. Of course, there was a sense of humility in it, but it also clearly stated that they would not have conflicts with Maël because of these things.
Noticing that the reporters seemed to be confused by Van Persie's long speech, he jokingly leaned over to Van Persie's microphone, "I must say I am very pleased."
"Haha..." A burst of laughter rang out at the scene, and the atmosphere of the interview returned to lightness.
Until the end, when someone asked about Nasri and Fabregas, the atmosphere slowly became heavy.
"I have to state."
Van Persie quickly expressed his loyalty at this time, "If there is anyone who is loyal to Arsenal, it can only be me."
ps: Daily update of 25,000, monthly update of 127,000, target of 540,000 + 14,000 (1k monthly ticket bonus *2)
-----------
This high quality machine translation is powered by: https:// randomtranslator.com/
To read the full translation, as well as more than 130+ full translations or to request new translations, check out: https:// randomtranslator.com/
You can also join the Random Translator Community on Discord to connect with other readers: https:// discord.gg/NSWvfN7vua
-----------