Chapter 35 – The Fearsome Skill
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AFTER 2 WEEKS
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Rain fell like static from a grey sky, hissing as it met the floodlights above Elland Road. Beneath them, 30,000 hearts thumped in nervous unison. The pitch shimmered, slick and ready for war.
This wasn't just any night.
This was one of three.
Leeds United. Three matches from destiny.
And at the heart of it all… Nathan Perry.
The locker room pulsed with an electric tension. You could feel it in the way Marco paced like a caged lion, how Tyler sharpened his studs against the floor with short, impatient scrapes, and how every pair of eyes kept darting—consciously or not—toward the young boy seated at the far end.
Nathan.
Hood pulled up. Head low. Silence heavy.
But then—
Ding!
A familiar sound only he could hear.
[Random Skill Activated]
Congratulations! You've acquired: Shooting – Erling Haaland Style
Nathan's gaze sharpened instantly.
He rose without a word, slow and steady, like a soldier summoned.
