The Knight King Who Returned With a God - Chapter 235

When MC was reliving a picture of a goddess, he died. Only meet the goddess, but instead of torturing him to eternity, she gives him wishes. And make him reincarnated in the Overlord world.As the name suggested, this is multiverse Fan fiction, that means MC will travel through different world like Marvel, DC, High School DXD, My vampire Diaries (may be) , Demon Slayer, etc.first world: Overlord (Chapter: 1—60)second World: Highschool DXD (Chapter: 60—215)Third World: Demon Slayer(Chapter: 216—)Fourth World: New World (Overlord)There will be a harem, no NTR or stuff.Some of you might dislike the Yggdrisil arc as it is a bit of AU and MC talk a lot. But it is only in this arc on world travel that I will tone down his unnecessary internal monologue.I am not a professional writer, and I have no deep experience in writing, so please ignore my grammar mistakes and such. I also took some inspiration from other fan fiction.It would be a great help if you could donate your power stone to me.

Going back to the beginning of 2006, he became the head coach of Real Madrid. All of his men are superstars with great reputation in the world, such as Ronaldo, Zidane, Raul, Beckham, Casillas, Carlos, Ramo. Si… all of them are ruthless characters who can make the world football tremble by stomping their feet.

How can a humble rookie train these rebellious superstars?

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In her past life, she had no one to rely on and died alone in jail.

But now, she has been reborn, given a second chance.

Got an heirloom.
Activated a mystical Space Dimension.
Studied medicine and became a genius doctor.
Opened a clinic.
Founded a company.
Bought a house and land.
Found her blood relatives.
Her worth became higher and higher.
Her fan club became bigger and bigger.

“Young master, the Zhao family’s young master faked an illness and went to future young miss’s place for treatment. . .” said a servant.

“Break his legs! Fail his organs! A fake illness? I’ll make him sick completely!” A man said.

“Yes! But young master. . . what are you doing?” The servant said, confused.

The man finished swallowing a bunch of expired pills and said, “I’m sick, gotta go find my wife for some treatment!”

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?