When 'God' Decides To Start Over
Chapter 38: Any Position Works

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Any Position Works

"This is truly sinful!" Li Xiu couldn’t believe that the trial supposedly doesn’t require any people to die. Even for the well-understood Trial Ground, someone would die during advanced trials. This was Li Xiu’s own experience.

For trials below C level, with good control, no one might die; but for trials above C level, sometimes you simply couldn’t avoid people dying.

Starting soccer training from a young age wasn’t much different from training Death Warriors.

Of course, the background and interest chain of the twelve soccer teams were far more complex and darker than Li Xiu had gathered.

Li Xiu was just a passerby now, unable to change anything, so he could only take care of himself first. He planned to try his luck with a nearby soccer team.

The soccer team’s field was much more rundown than Li Xiu had imagined. It’s hard to believe that in such a city where soccer was so popular, a league team didn’t even have a professional soccer stadium.

The field was in a large courtyard, and outside, many kids were peeping over the wall watching the players train inside.

At the gate hung a sign that read "Madman Soccer Team."

Next to the gate was a table with a tattered white cloth bearing the words "Recruiting Players."

Behind the table sat a nearly spherical fat man, head down, playing with his phone.

"Are you recruiting players here?" Li Xiu walked up to the table and asked the fat man.

"Yes, what position do you play?" The fat man lowered his phone, raised his head, and scrutinized Li Xiu.

"What positions are available?" Li Xiu genuinely didn’t know what soccer positions there were; he hadn’t bothered to learn about them.

"You don’t even know what positions there are; what kind of mess are you trying to make here?" The fat man said with a displeased face.

"I’m saying I can play any position; does the team have an available spot?" Li Xiu didn’t want to change teams anymore, going back and forth wasting time, so he forced an explanation.

Anyway, he just wanted to catch the City Lord of Tyrone City’s attention through a team to participate in the trial, it didn’t matter which team it was.

"Any position? Can you be a goalkeeper?" The fat man spoke in a bad tone, eyebrows raised as if in provocation.

"I can." Li Xiu nodded earnestly.

He was indeed capable as a goalkeeper; when it came to trajectory judgement, no one was more adept than Li Xiu. As long as the opponent’s ball speed wasn’t too fast for his body to react, blocking a ball wasn’t difficult.

"Alright, register and come with me, we’ll have a try-out first." The fat man took out a form for Li Xiu to register, mainly the name, place of origin, and such.

After registering, the fat man just glanced at it without asking anything, then brought Li Xiu into the courtyard.

"Baal, this brother is here to try out as a goalkeeper, give him a test." The fat man said to a burly man in the field training like a tank.

The sturdy man wasn’t exceptionally tall, about 1.8 meters, but his body was built like a bull, running like a tank.

"Fatty, just him? Really?" Baal gave Li Xiu a once-over, then disdainfully turned his head and questioned the fat man.

"Whether he can or can’t, try it and you’ll know." The fat man pursed his lips.

The fat man knew well that not just anyone could be a goalkeeper.

Previously, being a goalkeeper might not have been dangerous, but now you couldn’t know how many body-enhanced Trial Takers were on the field, some even possessing skills.

Who knew what kind of balls they could kick out, there were countless cases of goalkeepers being crippled on the field, many teams replacing three or five goalkeepers in a season was normal.

Trial Takers without a particularly high degree of body enhancement playing as goalkeeper was no different from courting death.

The fat man mistakenly thought Li Xiu was too boastful, sincerely wanting to teach him a lesson, hence he let Baal, with tremendous power, give him a trial.

If Baal’s kicked ball was close enough, it could kill someone. In previous matches, there had been a goalkeeper who had his sternum shattered by Baal’s kicked ball, piercing into his heart, dying right there on the field.

Li Xiu changed into the jersey and gloves, standing at the goalkeeper position.

Baal placed the ball at the penalty spot, the fat man standing outside didn’t stop him, wearing a face ready for a spectacle.

Seeing Li Xiu standing in front of the goal posing to save, the fat man thought inwardly, "At such a close distance, if you don’t catch it, then forget it; but if you do catch it, you’ll probably be half dead even if you survive."

"Fatty, who is this guy you’re letting Baal trial him and even kick penalty shots; isn’t this just trying to kill him?" The players who were training gathered around, one among them laughed and spoke to the fat man.

The fat man pursed his lips and said, "Don’t speak nonsense; how can this be killing him? The guy himself said he can play any position, no matter how he kicks, it’s not a problem."

"Oh wow, such bragging rights, huh?" The players laughed, such words only uttered by someone who hadn’t woken up or had a problematic mind.

Bam!

While they were talking, Baal took two small running steps and kicked towards the soccer ball.

The ball held no technique but charged straight at Li Xiu’s chest, the ball’s tearing of the air creating a humming sound, the strength enough to make people shiver.

At such a close distance with such speed, dodging seemed impossible.

Li Xiu didn’t intend to dodge, directly using both hands to tip the ball over the goalpost.

"Strong force!" Though using skill to tip the football away, Li Xiu still felt a slight numbness in his hands from the impact.

"Not too bad!" A player seated on the bench spoke, drawing all players’ attention to him.

Getting this person’s compliment was already a rare occurrence.

This was Kun Sha, the man who became a Magic Armor Master through the Mad Ball Trial, holding dual identities as Tyrone City’s top Magic Armor Master and top player.

Originally, such a person didn’t need to participate in football matches; but unlike those seeking fame through football, Kun Sha genuinely loved playing, so even as the city’s top Magic Armor Master, he still frequently participated in matches.

"Baal, test a few properly, don’t mess around." Hearing Kun Sha speak, the fat man quickly shouted to Baal.

Baal grimaced in a twisted way at the fat man, bizarrely replying, "Aren’t I testing properly?"

"Oh no, Baal’s old problem is back, should I go stop him?" The fat man looked at Kun Sha for advice.

Though he was the team manager, he could only manage regular players; for big shots like Kun Sha, he could only lick boots.

"No need, Baal won’t kill him." Kun Sha lay back on the bench, covering his face with a towel, speaking casually.

"Won’t kill him?" Though this was spoken by Kun Sha, the fat man and other players didn’t quite believe.

They knew Baal’s strength well; especially when looking at Baal’s expression, anyone familiar knew his frantic old problem was back, and Baal was very frightening at such moments.