Chapter 294: Chapter 72: Absolute Domain, the 11th Passive Skill, Klopp Syndrome Returns, and This Is the Ruhr Derby

He even began to feel that all the Passive Skills at Intercontinental Level and below were just Basic Skills.

The real power came after upgrading to World-level and unlocking a personal Domain.

And once he reached Legendary Level, that would be truly god-tier!

’I’m not going to turn into Superman, wearing my underwear on the outside, am I?’

Wang Shuo couldn’t help but find it amusing.

But given the Ball God System’s serious, no-nonsense style, he wasn’t worried in the slightest.

Still, he was fairly certain of one thing.

The Ball God System still had immense untapped potential.

And his professional career was only just beginning!

…

After upgrading the Coordination and Eagle Eye passive skills and acquiring the new Breathing passive skill, the first thing Wang Shuo did upon returning to Dortmund was to look for Oliver Bartlett.

“Slow down the rate of telomere shortening?”

Hearing Wang Shuo suddenly spout such a technical term, Bartlett and Professor Schrenberg looked at each other and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Has someone been trying to sell you some kind of health supplement?”

“No, I just… happened to hear it somewhere.”

The two of them exchanged another smile.

“Goes without saying, then. You must have heard it from your girlfriend. Girls are always concerned about their looks,” Bartlett teased.

Wang Shuo decided to just go with it.

“I’m telling you, Wang, Lina is already gorgeous and has a great figure. She doesn’t need to use any of those supplements. They hype them up to be miracle products, but in reality, their effects are negligible. It’s much more effective to just stay in shape by exercising.”

“Yeah, I get it.”

Wang Shuo nodded, accepting the advice. “So, what exactly is the rate of telomere shortening?”

“Hmm, how should I explain it?”

Professor Schrenberg chose his words carefully, trying to find a way for Wang Shuo to understand.

“It has to do with cellular metabolism. Slowing down the rate of telomere shortening is essentially the same as slowing down aging.”

It dawned on Wang Shuo.

’So Breathing doesn’t just have a recovery function, it can actually slow down aging?’

’My God, does this mean I’ll live to be a hundred!’

’No, *over* a hundred?’

The thought made Wang Shuo absolutely giddy.

“Wang, let me tell you, a lot of supplements claim they can do this. But in reality? I can tell you with confidence that the effect is minuscule, practically zero,” Professor Schrenberg cautioned.

“They’re all scams!” Wang Shuo nodded gravely.

’It was just like all those supplements that claim to extend your life, sharpen your mind, help you sleep, make you more beautiful, or even cure all illnesses.’

’The best-sellers were supposedly some miracle drug that could help an old man who was always pointing at half-past six get his hands back up to high noon.’

’Dude, those fairy tales are all lies!’

’But…’

Wang Shuo desperately wanted to say, ’This isn’t a fairy tale—I’m a cheat!’

’Breathing… I’m in love. Seriously in love!’

’The name is just so damn perfect!’

“What’s gotten into you?” Both Bartlett and Professor Schrenberg were starting to find him a bit strange.

He’d come back asking all these questions, and that look on his face…

“It’s nothing. I’m here for extra training.”

“Extra training?”

The two of them nearly fell over.

He’d just finished a match, just gotten back from an away game, and he wanted extra training?

’Did he misspeak, or did we mishear him?’

But the Wang Shuo before them was brimming with life and bursting with energy. Without another word, he hopped straight onto an exercise bike.

Bartlett and Professor Schrenberg could only stare, dumbfounded.

As expected, a badass life needs no explanation.

Just do it!

…

Neuer had always felt that being made a fool of by Wang Shuo last season was the greatest humiliation of his professional career.

It was also the primary reason for his struggles with the national team!

This season, especially, he couldn’t get Wang Shuo out of his head.

In the midweek DFB-Pokal match, Schalke 04 had easily defeated Bochum 3-0 away from home to advance to the next round.

Back in the league, after a brief rest, Neuer and his teammates set off for Dortmund.

The Dortmund fans, however, showed them no courtesy whatsoever.

From the moment they entered the vicinity of Westfalen Stadium, fans were chasing the Schalke 04 team bus, yelling insults.

When they entered the stadium to train, the fans in the stands were still yelling.

When they left the pitch and returned to the locker room, they were *still* yelling.

The roar of insults from the 80,000-plus crowd was deafening, especially from the South Stand.

“These Dortmund fans are crazy!”

The young holding midfielder, Christopher Moritz, sighed in amazement.

“This is nothing. Wait until the match starts,” Captain Westman said with a laugh.

“This is the world-famous Ruhr Derby!” Lucas Schmitz was buzzing with excitement.

Both 19-year-old Moritz and 21-year-old Schmitz were participating in the Ruhr Derby for the first time.

But Moritz was born in Dylan and grew up in Aachen. And while both are considered part of the Ruhr urban cluster, they aren’t in the core area.

Both cities are to the west of Dusseldorf.

Lucas Schmitz, on the other hand, grew up in Bochum, which is right between Gelsenkirchen and Dortmund, so he understood the Ruhr Derby better.

“That’s right!”

Westman boomed.

“Today is the Ruhr Derby! Whoever helps us, Schalke 04, defeat Dortmund in today’s match will be a hero in Gelsenkirchen!”

The two young players, Moritz and Schmitz, were instantly fired up.

Neuer turned to look at Rakitic and noticed the Croatian midfielder didn’t seem very excited.

Because he wouldn’t be in the starting lineup today.

Or, to be more precise, he had lost his place as a regular starter ever since Magat took over as head coach.

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