Sure! Here's the translation: --- I am a wolf from the north, but unexpectedly, I became a bench player who didn't make it to the Olympics. "They're crawling, why are they so slow?" Audience: "Did he install a motor? This speed is insane!" National sprint team coach: "Switch events, he's a good prospect!" After being eliminated, everyone was waiting for me to voluntarily leave the team. But in a friendly match, when I got on as a substitute, I ran like the wind and scored wildly. From then on, I soared to new heights and was promoted to team captain. Until the off-season when I was dragged into a reality show. Netizens: "Help! Please blur his voice and face, and his abs!" "Get away, hubby! I want to have your baby!" I retweeted and tagged the new TV queen, "Sorry, in our wolf clan, we practice lifelong monogamy." --- Let me know if you need anything else!
Chapter 1
[1]
I used to be a lone wolf from Vosridge; I was always a step ahead, chasing dreams of Olympic glory. But reality hit hard when I found myself benched, failing to secure a spot on the national team.
"Why are they moving so slowly? They look exhausted!"
Spectator: "Is he turbocharged? His speed is unbelievable!"
National sprint coach: "You should consider another sport! You've got incredible talent!"
After that setback, everyone assumed I'd resign myself to obscurity.
But then, during a friendly match, I got a chance to play. I dashed like lightning, scoring touchdown after touchdown.
From that moment, my career took off, and I quickly rose to become the team captain.
Then the off-season came, and I was unexpectedly dragged into participating in a reality show.
Online fans: "Help! Someone mute his voice, blur his face, and cover those abs!"
"Move over, girls! He's mine!"
Of course, I couldn't resist adding my humor to the mix. I posted on Twitter, tagging the latest TV heartthrob: "Sorry, in our clan, when we commit, it's forever."
[2]
I am the fearless leader of a pack of thirty wolves, patrolling and safeguarding our grassland territory. Though we weren't quite invincible, we were a force to be reckoned with.
Until I found myself as a substitute on a football team.
When I opened my eyes, the mighty Wolf King had been transformed into a frail human? I stared at my thin arms, legs, and waist, struggling to comprehend my new reality.
A system prompt appeared: "Welcome to the Human World Adventure Plan. Best wishes on leading your team to the Olympics!"
A huge question mark slowly formed in my mind.
The system added: "Good luck, Mr. Howard~"
"Bryan, are you okay?" Ian, the team captain, burst in with a group of players, examining me worriedly.
I was still full of questions.
The system clarified: "Sorry, the previous owner of this body just had a little accident..."
I swallowed hard. "Captain, I'm... fine."
Despite the setback, determination surged within me.
"Your physique is incredible!" Ian said, slapping me on the shoulder.
"Wow, you're really okay. You must have a lot of luck."
"If only we could share some of that luck with the team, we might make it to the Olympics one day."
Ian coughed to signal them to stop talking, but they kept chattering away like birds squabbling over crumbs.
I shot them a stern look, and they fell silent, whispering amongst themselves.
"Whoa, Bryan's glare... it's intense!"
Ian stammered, "Uh, Bryan, we didn't make it again this time. Three sponsors have left, and we might... have to cut some players."
The system showed me some headlines and comments.
"Stestan Men's Football Team Fails Again!?"
"Men's Football Misses Olympics, When Will This End?"
"Spending money on a bunch of losers, even a single state in another country is bigger than ours!"
"That number 8 weakling (which I assumed was me), either doesn't play or falls when he does!"
Ian looked at me meaningfully. "So... you understand, right?"
"No, I don't."
Giving up was never an option for a leader like me.
Chasing a ball that doesn't move? How could that be harder than chasing a running deer?
"Captain, give me a chance, and I'll score twenty points." I gave him a reassuring pat on the back.
To my surprise, he started crying, tears streaming down his face. It startled me; I hadn't even used any force!
"Bryan!" He sniffled hard, turning red. "Our team hasn't scored twenty points in two games combined. I'll trust you this once! Score twenty in a single game, and I'll beg the manager to keep you!"
With three months until the friendly match, I began training relentlessly.
I pushed the treadmill to its limits.
"Bryan, are you testing the treadmill's maximum speed?!"
I finished lifting the weights.
"Bryan! How am I supposed to unload these weights now?!... Please, help me hold them for a bit..."
In the cafeteria.
"Bryan! Why don't you just eat like a horse! Leave some for us!"
I didn't even lift my head from the pot.
The human world was amazing; I could eat my fill of beef!
On the day of the friendly match, I was full of spirit and determination, striding confidently toward the field.
"Sit down!" The coach ordered, and I found myself back on the bench...
At halftime, we were trailing by a large margin.
Ian's head was hanging so low, it could touch the ground.
"Let me play in the second half!" I directly told the coach.
"You? You playing is worse than me playing! I'm a fifty-year-old man defending our goal, and you..." He looked at me, stunned for a few seconds. "Alright, you go."
Without looking back, I walked onto the field. A teammate asked the coach why he suddenly changed his mind.
"You didn't see his terrifying look... I was afraid he'd tackle me to the ground..."
I grabbed the ball and sprinted like a madman. Scoring? They were all left far behind.
The opponents didn't dare stop me.
Without even catching my breath, I scored with lightning speed.
For a moment, the entire stadium was silent, everyone staring at me.
"Why aren't you cheering for me? Scared, huh? Hahaha!"
I proudly looked up at the scoreboard. Why hadn't the points been added?
Damn!
It seemed... I had scored in the wrong goal!