When “God” Decides To Start Over - Chapter 38

Chapter 38 Any Position Will Do

“What the hell!” Li Xiu didn’t believe that the trials didn’t involve deaths. Even if the trials had been figured out, people would definitely die when participating in the high-class trials. Li Xiu was speaking from experience. One could survive if they did well in anything below C-class; but for trials above C-class, it sometimes wasn’t possible.

Giving soccer training to people from when they were babies was no different from nurturing a suicide squad.

Of course, the background and interests of the twelve soccer teams were more complicated and darker than Li Xiu had learned.

Li Xiu was just a passerby and couldn’t effect any change. He could only take care of himself. He planned on trying his luck at the nearest soccer team.

The soccer team’s headquarters was much more dilapidated than Li Xiu had imagined. It was hard to imagine that a soccer team in a city where soccer was so popular didn’t even have a professional club building.

The field was in a large yard. Many children were leaning over the perimeter walls, watching the players inside train.

There was a sign hanging at the entrance saying “Berserker Soccer Team.”

There was a table beside the door with a tattered white cloth hanging in front of it. On it were the words “Player Recruitment.”

Behind the table was a fatty who was almost no different from a ball. He was on his phone with his head lowered.

“Are you recruiting?” Li Xiu walked to the table and asked the fatty.

“Yes, what position are you good at?” The fatty put down his phone and looked up to size up Li Xiu.

“What positions are there?” Li Xiu really didn’t know what positions were available in soccer, nor did he know much about them.

“Are you messing around? You don’t even know what the positions are?” the fatty said unhappily.

“What I mean is that I can play any position. What positions are open?” Li Xiu didn’t want to change teams. Heading for another place was a waste of time. All he could do was squeeze out an explanation.

After all, he only wanted to attract the attention of Tyro’s castellan through the team. Any team worked in facilitating his participation in the trial.

“You can play any position? Even as a goalie?” The fatty’s tone wasn’t too nice as he raised his eyebrows as though he was provoking him.

“That works too.” Li Xiu nodded seriously.

He was really good at being a goalie. Ignoring everything else, no one was better at judging trajectories than Li Xiu. As long as the other party’s ball wasn’t so fast that his body couldn’t react in time, it wasn’t difficult to block the ball.

“Alright, come in with me after you finish registering. Let’s start with a tryout.” The fatty took out a registration form for Li Xiu. It mainly requested his name and hometown.

After registering, the fatty only took a glance and didn’t ask anything before leading Li Xiu into the yard.

“Baal, this bro is trying out as a goalie. Test him,” the fatty said to a man, who looked like a tank, practicing in the arena.

The man was very muscular. Although he wasn’t especially tall—about six feet tall—his body was built like a bull’s. He resembled a tank when running.

“Him? Will he do?” Baal sized up Li Xiu and tilted his head in disdain.

“You’ll know once you test him,” the fatty said with a twitch of his lips.

The fatty knew very well that not anyone could be a goalie.

Being a goalie wasn’t too dangerous in the past, but now, there were countless trial-takers whose bodies had been strengthened multiple times. There were even skill-capable trial-takers.

Who knew what kind of shots they could deliver? There were plenty of cases of goalies being crippled on the field. It was normal for many teams to change about five goalkeepers through a season.

If one wasn’t a trial-taker with an especially high level of body strengthening, playing the position of goalie was no different from having a death wish.

Fatty mistook Li Xiu’s words for arrogance and sincerely wanted to teach him a lesson. Therefore, he got the extremely strong Baal to test him.

If Baal kicked the ball from a sufficiently close distance, it could kill. In a past competition, Baal had fractured a goalie’s sternum that resulted in his heart being punctured. The goalie died on the spot.

Li Xiu changed into soccer attire and wore gloves and stood at the goalie’s position.

Baal placed the ball at the penalty spot. The fatty stood outside the field and didn’t stop him. He was prepared for a good show.

Seeing Li Xiu stand in front of the goal in preparation to pounce, the fatty thought to himself, At such a close distance, it’s fine if you can’t catch the ball. If you really do, I’m afraid you’ll end up crippled even if you survive.

The players who were practicing gathered around, and one of them said to him with a smile, “Fatty, who is this person? You got Baal to test him with a penalty kick? Do you want him dead?”

The fatty curled his lips and said, “Don’t spout nonsense. How is this taking his life? He said that he can play any position, and it doesn’t matter how the ball is delivered.”

“Nice, he sure sounds arrogant.” The players laughed. Those who dared to say that were either dreaming or crazy.

Bam!

As they were conversing, Baal did a slight dash before kicking the ball.

He kicked without any technique; the ball shot straight into Li Xiu’s arms as it tore through the air and produced a hum. Its strength made one shudder.

At such a close distance and at such speeds, it was probably too late to dodge.

Li Xiu had no intention of dodging as he used both hands to punch the ball out of the goal.

Very strong! Although he had used great strength to punch the soccer ball, Li Xiu still felt his hands go numb from the impact.

“Not bad!” When a player sitting on the bench spoke, all the players looked at him.

It was quite rare to be praised by this person.

This was because this person was Kunshatthe man who had become a Demon Suiter through the Berserker trial had the double status of being the number one Demon Suiter and number one player in Tyro.

Such a person no longer needed to participate in soccer matches. However, Kunsha was different from those who wanted to use soccer to gain fame and fortune. He loved soccer, so even though he had become the number one Demon Suiter in Tyro, he still often participated in soccer matches.

“Baal, give it a few good shots. Don’t mess around.” When the fatty heard Kunsha say that, he hurriedly shouted at Baal.

Baal cracked a smile at the fatty, but it was somewhat warped. He replied strangely, “Am I not doing a good job?”

“Oh no, Baal’s old habits are acting up again. Should we stop him?” the fatty asked Kunsha.

Although he was the manager of the team, he could only manage ordinary players. He could only defer to bigwigs like Kunsha.

“There’s no need. Baal won’t be able to kill him,” Kunsha said casually as he leaned back and covered his face with a towel.

“Can’t kill him?” Although it was Kunsha who said that, the fatty and the other players doubted him.

They knew Baal’s strength very well, especially when Baal wore that expression. Those who were familiar with him knew that his crazy old habits were acting up again. Baal was a horror when that happened.