Chapter 33
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Translator: Silver Dragon
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Park Si-hyun is Destructive Yet Elegant
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Park Si-hyun is destructive yet elegant.
That's too cruel, Park Si-hyun! This isn't a soccer field—it's a slaughterhouse! The moment the ball touches his toe, Uerdingen's players become nothing but helpless victims! If any parents are watching this match with their kids, change the channel right now. This is rated 19+! The violence level is off the charts!
20 minutes into the first half, and the scoreboard already reads 3-0 in just twenty minutes! And all of them are wonder goals scored solo by Park Si-hyun! But the key point here—Park Si-hyun is not the type to settle for a mere hat-trick! To him, a hat-trick is just 'warm-up'!
Here he goes again! Here he goes again! For KFC Uerdingen, this isn't soccer—it's a nightmare! Right now, Park Si-hyun isn't a striker; he's the Grim Reaper! The moment he gets the ball, death knells echo over Uerdingen's goal! Dong—dong—! Park Si-hyun is claiming another soul!
"Fuck! That's enough already! Please stop coming!!"
Lucas screamed in desperation.
Park Si-hyun was advancing once more, dragging the midfielders from behind.
Anyone could see it was terrifying.
But Park Si-hyun ignored the shout. If anything, he picked up even more speed.
"Damn... damn..."
When they first conceded the wonder goal, it was just shock.
But they soon pulled themselves together and activated the tactics they'd prepared.
They'd even somewhat succeeded in cutting off passes to Park Si-hyun and believed they'd limited his effective shots.
The problem was that when the ball stopped coming to him, Park Si-hyun started dropping deeper.
Down to the midfield line, and if that wasn't enough, all the way to the defensive line to receive the ball and carry it himself.
And now, he was right in front of Lucas.
'If I lunge recklessly, he'll blow right past me.'
Lucas kept his distance, crouched low, and watched Park Si-hyun's movements.
"Come on... try me..."
No matter what feint Park Si-hyun tried, he vowed not to lunge first.
He had to buy time as much as possible until the other defenders joined, creating a situation where 3 or 4 surrounded him at once.
That was the only answer he believed could stop Park Si-hyun.
But that belief crumbled in an instant.
Because the ball at Park Si-hyun's toe suddenly stopped, its trajectory twisting in a bizarre way.
An instantaneous pause, followed by a shift in angle.
It was the technique he'd only seen on video from the Dutch genius Bergkamp: 'ripping the defender apart with a single touch.'
This wasn't mere ball control.
It was elegant yet lethal control that shattered the center of gravity of the pressing defenders from the root.
"Wha... what the hell!?"
The moment Lucas lost his balance and wobbled, Park Si-hyun twisted his body and swept the ball forward.
Before Lucas could even react, Park Si-hyun was already behind him.
As if the illusion and reality had swapped, Lucas could only turn helplessly, grasping at empty air.
That led straight into a one-on-one with the goalkeeper.
Park Si-hyun curled the ball around the front without hesitation,
and
BAM—!
The net shook as if torn for the fourth time.
"Damn... now it's Bergkamp...?"
Lucas muttered in despair.
He'd demolished them with explosive dribbling like Ronaldo for one goal, and now toyed with the defense with elegant trajectory like Bergkamp for this one.
But hearing that, Park Si-hyun picked up the ball, paused on his way back, scowled unpleasantly, and said,
"I'm neither Ronaldo nor Bergkamp—I'm Park Si-hyun. They were just mortals hailed as the best before I came along. Soon, even their accolades will be mine."
Anyone hearing it would call it nonsense.
But for some reason, Lucas, who had faced Park Si-hyun directly, felt it wasn't bravado at all.
'Maybe... really...'
4-0! Park Si-hyun's fourth goal! This time, not explosive speed, but a perfectly calculated first touch and angle adjustment! For one player to show such different colors—it's shock and awe incarnate!
Park Si-hyun hugged the ball to his chest, walked to the center, raised his right hand again, and folded down one more finger.
Now, only one finger remained.
'Ronaldo and Bergkamp, huh...'
Truth be told, Ronaldo and Bergkamp—those are compliments any prospect would be honored by.
Ronaldo won the Ballon d'Or in 1996, reigning as the world's top striker through Barcelona and Inter Milan.
Bergkamp started at Ajax and became a legend at Arsenal, the incarnation of technique and creativity.
But what I don't like is that neither ultimately reached the heights of Messi or Cristiano like they could have.
Ronaldo's knees were ruined by successive injuries, and Bergkamp's fear of flying kept him from shining fully on the international stage.
Both were geniuses, but they had limits in the end.
'I have no limits. My body will only grow stronger, and I fear nothing. Those who think of Bergkamp or Ronaldo watching my play now will one day think first of Park Si-hyun when they see prospects.'
I'll surpass their strengths and conquer realms they never reached.
Ronaldo's explosiveness and Bergkamp's elegance are just parts of what I can show.
When people debate the greatest soccer player in history, it won't be Pelé, Maradona, Messi, or Cristiano—it'll be only Park Si-hyun.
That's the future I've drawn.
That was when it happened.
"Si-hyun! That's enough now, stop! If you score more, you won't get the figures!!!"
"Si-hyun! That's enough, take it slow now!"
"Coach, what are you doing?! Our god is tired! Sub him out now!!!!"
What the hell was this?
The ones shouting now were Rot-Weiss Essen fans.
Why were Rot-Weiss Essen fans yelling for him to stop scoring?
If anyone thinks it's out of respect for the opponents, I recommend watching one overseas soccer clip right away.
Are there European soccer fans who say to stop scoring because the opponent is too pitiful?
That'd be a Toto gambler, not a fan.
'Wait... if he scores more, no figures?'
For some reason, a chill ran down my spine.
As if the uniforms with my face weren't the end of it.
'No way... they made figures of me... something that ridiculous...'
It couldn't be real, right?
Just in case, let's score one more and think about it.
"Aaaah! He's really going to score till the end?!"
"Si-hyun! Please! Think of the figures!"
"The problem is our god is too perfect!"
Park Si-hyun's Legendary 5-Goal Barrage! Rot-Weiss Essen Ends First Half in Style at Top of the Table
Red God Society's Bizarre Miscalculation! 100 Park Si-hyun Figures Produced, But Zero Fans Predict Correct Score
The Red God Society produced 100 high-quality uniforms engraved with Park Si-hyun's face and three types of figures ('God Loves Children', 'Reincarnation of the Red Devil', 'Essen's New Legend') for a score prediction event this match. But with Park Si-hyun exploding for 5 goals, not a single one of the 3,000 spectators predicted it correctly, leaving all the figures unsold.
Park Si-hyun Figure Frenzy! Fans: "We'll Buy All 100" vs Red God Society: "No Sales Planned"
"To think over 3,000 people wouldn't predict it... My creations, like this..."
As Klaus Werner sighed, every member of the Red God Society nodded.
They never imagined not a single person among that crowd would get the score right.
"Yeah, who would've thought Si-hyun would score 5... He must've been really touched by our event."
"Right? He wanted to give back so much."
"There were quite a few predicting 4-0, though..."
Klaus gazed at the figures he'd crafted with such care.
100 Park Si-hyun figures neatly lined up in boxes.
Each in different poses.
Even the bases engraved with 'God Loves Children', 'Reincarnation of the Red Devil', 'Essen's New Legend'.
"What do we do with these? Running another event with 100 is..."
"Or since fans want them, why not sell?"
"Selling sacred relics for money? That's blasphemy!"
Then Hans, who had been listening to it all, finally spoke.
"We can't sell for money. That would tarnish the purpose of creating these relics."
"Right, I don't want to sell them for money either."
Klaus continued.
"So what do we do? Keeping these magnificent relics to ourselves is a sin."
"Contact Johannes."
"Johannes... the club owner?"
Hans nodded.
"Yeah, let's talk to the club about distributing them via lottery. And we'll invest in the club too."
"Invest, huh..."
"I heard Johannes is making a big investment this time too."
"Even Johannes can't invest huge sums with shareholders watching. But if we invest, we can meet Si-hyun directly, right?"
Truth be told, seeing Park Si-hyun from afar had only made Hans thirstier.
He wanted to meet him. Shake his hand. Talk to him.
"Great! We'll invest and get VIP seats. Where we can see Si-hyun perfectly."
"We can get his autograph directly, right?"
"Or expand the stadium and make a mural of Si-hyun and us..."
The excitement among the Society members grew.
"Think about it. We build a VIP lounge at Potsipalais Stadium with a special space for Si-hyun."
"And after matches, time to meet him directly..."
Klaus lifted one figure and said,
"We'll officially distribute these relics in partnership with the club, and become the club's patrons."
"Johannes will love it. It's rare for a third-division club to get such passionate sponsors."
Tomorrow, the Rot-Weiss Essen club office would be in for a shock.
They'd learn the true identity of the fanatical Red God Society they'd dismissed as a headache.