Hello, Mr. Major General - Chapter 2201

Su Luo finds himself reborn in the 2013 World Youth Championship, gifted with an extraordinary talent: the Da Luo template, guaranteeing 100% scoring accuracy with every shot!Dominating the tournament and leading the national youth team to the finals, Su Luo's triumph is cut short when he's expelled from the national team for visiting a nightclub. Defiant, Su Luo embraces his rebellious streak, discovering that each nightclub visit awakens new, legendary football skills.[One nightclub visit: Unlocks the Harland template, with unbeatable physical confrontations.][Five nightclub visits: Unlocks the Modric template, ensuring a 100% pass success rate.][Ten nightclub visits: Unlocks the Messi template, perfecting his game to a 100% success rate.]Real Madrid, Bayern Munich, Barcelona, Manchester City, and other football giants fall to their knees before the “Little Prince of the Nightclub.”Guardiola: “Su Luo is top ten in the world when he plays by the rules, but number one when he frequents nightclubs!”Klopp: “Su Luo was seen picking up girls in a nightclub last night? This match is as good as lost.”Wenger: “Come to Arsenal, and you can visit nightclubs every day.”Celebrities like Taylor Swift, Scarlett Johansson, and ElizabethOlsen can't resist his charm: “After last night, he's even stronger!”Desperate, the national team begs for his return: “Su Luo, please come back. We won't restrict you anymore!”Witness the rise of Su Luo, as his nightlife adventures transform him into an unstoppable football legend, reshaping the world of soccer with every visit to the club.Disclaimer: This is Translation

[Warning: r18, smut, MC does morally questionable things][Disclaimer: The Gods and Goddesses in the story's world have absolutely no relation to any Gods that are worshipped in the real world. The purpose they serve is also entirely different.]~Even if you're someone who typically doesn't enjoy works with smut, I request you to give this novel a chance (provided you're 18 or older of course). It would be awesome if you could at least read Volume 1 before deciding whether or not this is your cup of tea.~This is an action + kingdom-building story where the MC and his kingdom (Realm) are metaphorically powered by his lustful acts.The story begins with Hiro's (the MC) transmigration into a magical world. At first glance, this “World” might look quite similar to many other fantasy worlds that you've come across on your reading adventures. Status screens, levels, classes, gods, kingdoms, elves - all that good stuff.But it will soon become clear that this World has its own “Rules”. These (mostly) game-like Rules will bring out unique character interactions. They will be what differentiates the World in my story from other similar fantasy worlds.Now about the characters - specifically the main character.The MC (Hiro) will be thrust into the role of Ruler in the new World right off the bat. He starts with a bottom-tier, barebones realm and makes his way to the top.I'm going to say this right away - Hiro is a deeply flawed character at the start. Yes he might be overpowered and good at getting things he wants, but that does not make him flawless.Hiro has glaring emotional flaws at the beginning. He is intelligent but not in the emotional sense. He is lustful but not truly loving. He is apathetic towards death (both of himself and of others).The women who surround him will also have their own problems, both internal and external.As the story progresses, it won't just be the MC and his realm growing in power.Hiro and his harem will also mature emotionally. Hiro's character growth will be a slow, grueling burn. It isn't going to be a smooth straight line from point A to point B.But when it finally does happen, it will be worth it.That's all from me, your author. I hope you enjoy the ride.P.S - Power stones, golden tickets, gifts, adding this to library, reviews, comments, paragraph comments - all these things help immensely and are greatly appreciated.Thanks and Enjoy! :)

“Boss. Aren’t you too greedy? You are selling this husky mutt for 500,000?”

A cute girl in a ponytail held a husky puppy, whose eyes looked exceptionally wise, in her arms as she glared at Lin Ye. Her gaze was accusing him of being a dishonest trader.

Lin Ye explained, “Miss, I have to formally inform you: this is not a husky mutt.”

The girl retorted, “Don’t you dare trick me.”

“I’m serious. It has the bloodline of Cerberus. Its potential is limitless.”

The girl was stunned by Lin Ye’s words.

After pondering for a moment, she realized that what he said was absurd. Agitated, she yelled, “Are you sure? I don’t believe it!”

Lin Ye gestured at the husky in her arms as he said, “Little fella, get down and show your future owner what you can do. Go!”

“Woof!”

The girl shrieked in horror as she witnessed the little husky spit out a fireball the size of a fist.

……

Many years later, Lin Ye has crowned the Father of Beast-taming of the Blue Planet. When he was interviewed, he said forlornly, “It all started with a husky mutt.”

At the same time, in a mansion, a gigantic red dog with three heads sneezed. Then, it barked at the television before it.

“Woof!”

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”