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Chapter 1

Spain ~ Year 2025

The party here was insane. Everywhere you went, you saw cheering supporters, cars surrounded by people, group fights, women who… well, you get the idea. Total euphoria. Why, you ask?

Answer: A blue and red team had just won the biggest prize for a club: the Champions League trophy.

POV MC:

"They're making so much noise, I swear 😤. Damn, we can't even pass, there are too many people on the highway," he said.

While saying this, he looked at his phone at the team that had just won, focusing on one player in particular: dark skin, furious eyes, a rage and an incredible thirst for victory at his age.

"It's not fair… we deserved it. If only our team hadn't had a stupid defender… I swear, he couldn't even defend after coming on the field… I swear."

Trying to forget that, he got a notification:

🔔 Blue Lock Chapter 294: Champions

He read the chapter to cheer himself up, and all he could think was that these characters were just too strong. Sometimes he imagined a world where Ronaldinho, Ronaldo aka the alien 👽, and wasted talents like Ansu Fati existed.

(A/N: I'm a huge fan of him, I'll never let go. He used to be a monster, finishing like R9… cough cough… yeah I'm exaggerating, but that shows how much respect I have for this guy.)

But okay, you want to know his name, right?

His full name: Julian Jamin.

You're wondering where he's from? How is he so handsome, so strong, so… cough cough… anyway! Basically, Julian is 18, lives with his mom, his dad passed away from work. He has two sisters, one older, one younger, of Spanish, German, and French origin.

His physique… how to say… he's lazy. He was born with an incredible talent: athletically, any sport he tried, he succeeded. A club would have picked him up and told him to go to a professional sports school… wow, amazing, right? Well, that's not true… or at least that's what it was supposed to be, except:

Flashback – 11 years ago

Julian and his mom Emanuella went to a doctor's visit, as his dad had said. Why, you ask?

Answer: His father, when he was young, had played with a friend who had a heart disease and unfortunately died in front of him on a football field.

But as you might expect… well, damn, not my luck, dude! Yes, I'm talking to you, reader! Don't like how I talk? Waiting for transmigration? The isekai? Chill, dude, it'll happen… just let me describe my crappy life, okay? Now listen to the story of my past life.

Fwish ~~

"So basically, you're here because of his heart condition??"

Boink*

"Uh, sorry, what do you mean??" We were all shocked 😦

"It's simple: your son has a heart condition, come look. He has a bicuspid aortic valve, normal phase."

Said the doctor.

Hmm… let's call him an a**hole, yeah, that fits him perfectly nods head.

Anyway, I'll skip the details, but as a kid I noticed I played better than others. Everything was easier, a talent unmatched in any sport. If I could compare to who I was, I'd consider myself Ryota Kise from Kuroko no Basket 🏀.

Looks at the reader

What, you disagree? Well, these are my memories, okay! Yeah, I know you're waiting for the next part, but get used to it, alright? If it's annoying or ruins the story flow… I don't care, leave, it's my life.

Pitiful dramatic storyline

Sad music 😭

The story is simple: me, Julian, since I was little, I lived in injustice 🤧. Yes, my incredible speed was stopped, my parents refused to let me run, play football, or any sport, forcing me to go to the hospital after many fainting spells 😩.

I was bullied for my height, age, and origins. I was betrayed by a close friend who almost tried to kill me just to join the bullies' group. No joke, he tried to push me in front of a car… I got lucky phew. Fuck you, Truck-kun! No isekai, ahahaha.

Okay, now about my life: I lived in a neighborhood people called a "favela." Some adults were nice, some not. Their business, drugs, etc., were common. I went outside, and my mom watched me from the balcony. Like all moms in that neighborhood… they knew after a certain hour, it became a jungle. Many moms crying for their kids, police coming… yet among all the adults, I was lucky to meet a great man who took me under his wing and kept me away from trouble. His name was Kadir, a being I think God sent as an angel instead of a man. He was amazing. I admired him with all my heart.

But because of a drunk woman, he was unfairly run over and died in front of everyone. The woman got help from the police and was protected.

Normal, you say? Well… no.

As if fate wanted it, I was at my cousin's birthday, someone I hadn't seen in a long time damn.

Anyway, we come back and see the whole neighborhood in mourning. I don't understand… then everyone looks at me. I still don't get why there's a problem.

Last month, the neighborhood learned my dad died, so I don't get it.

Suddenly, a man with an angelic look… yes, it was Kadir's brother. He comes to me and tries to talk, but I can't understand.

I asked him: "How's Kadir? Is he okay? I heard his wife is pregnant, congrats! Can't wait to joke with him!"

Suddenly, I hear a sentence… I think I didn't hear it. Lost or stunned, I don't know… just one word:

"He is DEAD. Kadir."

Looks at the readers

Still here? Incredible. Anyway, you got it: a lot of trauma and problems… my talent never got the chance to fully show.

Now, let's get to the important part… the part you're all waiting for.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! 🥁🥁🥁

"Nope, I think it's better to have the next part… so you know what to do 📋"

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