Home / God Of football / Chapter 409: Incoming Additions.

Read free on Ficlyn

God Of football

Chapter 409: Incoming Additions. · Oct 10, 2026

Prev Chapter Novel Info Next Chapter

Chapter List (1057)

Page number / 22

501 Chapter 501: Against The Saints 2026-10-10
502 Chapter 502: Point To Prove 2026-10-10
503 Chapter 503: Incoming Side Quests. 2026-10-10
504 Chapter 504: Someone, Somewhere, Faraway 2026-10-10
505 Chapter 505: Holding On 2026-10-10
506 Chapter 506: Absence [GT - ] 2026-10-10
507 Chapter 507: Good To Be Back 2026-10-10
508 Chapter 508: Trip to Murcia 2026-10-10
509 Chapter 509: The Izan Effect. 2026-10-10
510 Chapter 510: Instant Impact [Dragon gift: Adam Bullis] 2026-10-10
511 Chapter 511: Quick Break [GT - ] 2026-10-10
512 Chapter 512: On A Plate 2026-10-10
513 Chapter 513: Individual Brilliance. 2026-10-10
514 Chapter 514: What Are The Odds 2026-10-10
515 Chapter 515: Countdown 2026-10-10
516 Chapter 516: Almost Unthinkable [GT - ] 2026-10-10
517 Chapter 517: Trailblazer 2026-10-10
518 Chapter 518: Man Of The Match 2026-10-10
519 Chapter 519: In The Argument. 2026-10-10
520 Chapter 520: Smoke without Fire, Yet. 2026-10-10
521 Chapter 521: See You At The Emirates. 2026-10-10
522 Chapter 522: Rekindling [300 powerstone - ] 2026-10-10
523 Chapter 523: He’s That Guy 2026-10-10
524 Chapter 524: Towering Figure 2026-10-10
525 Chapter 525: Blindsided 2026-10-10
526 Chapter 526: Football Wizardry 2026-10-10
527 Chapter 527: Escape 2026-10-10
528 Chapter 528: All Over Him. 2026-10-10
529 Chapter 529: Foreboding [GT - ] 2026-10-10
530 Chapter 530: Are You Not Entertained? 2026-10-10
531 Chapter 531: One Of The Greatest Things You’ll Ever See 2026-10-10
532 Chapter 532: Out Of Sight 2026-10-10
533 Chapter 533: Already Great [Gt - ] 2026-10-10
534 Chapter 534: Final - 2026-10-10
535 Chapter 535: Since Paris 2026-10-10
536 Chapter 536: Undeniable Presence [GT - ] 2026-10-10
537 Chapter 537: Legacies That Move 2026-10-10
538 Chapter 538: Functioning Again 2026-10-10
539 Chapter 539: Struck Diamond [GT - ] 2026-10-10
540 Chapter 540: Early Lead 2026-10-10
541 Chapter 541: Not Done Yet 2026-10-10
542 Chapter 542: Inevitable 2026-10-10
543 Chapter 543: + 1 2026-10-10
544 Chapter 544: News Out Of Spain 2026-10-10
545 Chapter 545: Not As It Seems 2026-10-10
546 Chapter 546: New Option. [GT Chapter] 2026-10-10
547 Chapter 547: Proper English Night [GT - ] 2026-10-10
548 Chapter 548: Can’t Hold Him 2026-10-10
549 Chapter 549: Side Quest [2] 2026-10-10
550 Chapter 550: The Gemera. 2026-10-10

Chapter 409: Incoming Additions.

Olivia rose from the couch with a stretch, her fingers brushing back loose curls as she headed toward the bedroom.

”I left my stuff in there,” she mumbled, more to herself than Izan.

He watched her disappear around the corner, then leaned back into the cushions, phone in hand, refreshing his notifications.

A few seconds later, she returned with the laptop hugged to her chest and a teasing little smile.

”Alright,” she said, settling beside him again. ”Time to apply for a life-changing academic adventure.”

”While I pretend to be a social media mogul,” Izan grinned, already typing a caption.

...…

Olivia clicked the final ”Submit” on her exchange program application and let out a soft, satisfied sigh.

She shut the laptop slowly and turned to Izan, who was still cross-legged on the floor, elbows resting on his knees as he squinted at his phone.

”All done,” she said, stretching her arms above her head. ”I just applied to spend a whole year in a country Iʼve barely explored. Your fault, by the way.”

Izan looked up with a lazy smile. ”My influence is strong.”

”Youʼre lucky I like you,” she said, setting the laptop aside.

”Iʼm counting on it.”

He stood and offered his hand. She took it, letting him pull her up from the couch but he didnʼt let go right away.

His fingers laced through hers, warm and steady.

”Still wanna go out for a bit?” she asked, brushing her thumb across the back of his hand. ”Brunch or something low-effort?”

Izan nodded, but neither of them moved.

Seconds passed.

Then Olivia tilted her head and gave him a look. That soft, mischievous smile he was starting to recognize as dangerous.

”Youʼre thinking about it too much,” she murmured.

”Thinking about what?”

Her fingers slipped up to the collar of his hoodie.

”This.”

She tugged him close, and their lips met—slow and searching at first. It wasnʼt rushed or heated.

Just warm. Familiar. Her hands slid behind his neck, pulling him closer, while his arms wrapped around her waist.

Somewhere between kisses, Izan guided her gently toward the bed, bumping knees, pausing to laugh when Olivia stumbled over her own foot.

”Youʼre a terrible navigator,” she muttered between kisses.

”Your legs are too long,” he said, breathless.

They tumbled onto the sheets in a tangle of limbs, Olivia giggling as she landed half on top of him.

”Well this is romantic,” she teased.

”Give it a minute,” Izan whispered, brushing a curl away from her face.

He kissed her again, and this time it lingered—his hand trailing along her waist, fingertips brushing the curve of her hip through the soft fabric of her thin skirt.

Her skin was still warm from the shower, her scent clean and subtle.

She sighed into his mouth, her body molding to his.

His hand moved slowly—over her back, along her thighs—always careful, always gentle.

She didnʼt stop him. Her own hands explored too, running over the firmness of his chest, the dip of his lower back.

She tugged at the hem of his shirt slightly before sliding her palm underneath to feel his skin.

”Why do you always smell so good?” she whispered against his throat.

”I work hard,” he murmured, lips grazing her ear.

She laughed softly, her breath catching as his hands moved again, this time over her ribs, pausing just beneath her chest.

There was a stillness to the moment, a pause like they were both listening for a signal.

”Still okay?” he asked, his voice lower now.

”Yeah,” she breathed. ”Just… stay here.”

Her fingers wove into his curls, guiding his mouth back to hers.

They kissed deeper this time—messier, more deliberate, but still slow. Nothing extreme.

Just exploring, feeling, and reacting.

Her skirt slipped slightly as she shifted against him, and his hand instinctively steadied it, fingers brushing skin.

She exhaled sharply. ”God, your hands.”

”Yours arenʼt exactly innocent,” he muttered, groaning as she traced along the edge of his waistband.

They didnʼt say much after that.

Just exchanged soft moans, breathy laughs, and occasional whispers that werenʼt really words.

They moved slowly like they had all the time in the world.

Eventually, Olivia rested her head against his chest, her hand still resting just above his hip.

Izan let his fingers gently trace up and down her back, drawing invisible lines into her skin.

”Weʼre definitely not going out, are we?” she murmured.

”Nope.”

”Good.”

They lay there, tangled and warm, a quiet intimacy settling over them like a blanket neither of them wanted to shake off.

...…

The next morning brought with it a cool breeze and overcast skies, but the training pitch buzzed with energy.

The sun broke occasionally through the clouds, casting a pale light on Arsenalʼs first team as they gathered in a semicircle near the edge of the box.

Izan stood a few steps back from the ball, shoulders relaxed, eyes fixed on the top right corner of the goal.

Saka was crouched nearby, waiting his turn, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he whispered something to Calafiori, who gave a quiet chuckle.

Mikel Artetaʼs voice cut through the air.

”Same rules as always,” he said, arms folded. ”If you want set-piece responsibility, earn it. Beat the current number one.”

That number one was Izan.

He lined up his shot without theatrics—just a small bounce on his toes, a breath in, then a quick, fluid run-up.

The strike was clean and fast. The ball curved beautifully over the wall, kissed the inside of the post, and snapped the netting before the keeper could even shift his feet.

The silence lasted all of half a second.

Then came the rustle of the net, followed by the sharp intake of breath from a few teammates and a low whistle from Jorginho while Someone muttered ”madness.”

Saka straightened slowly, jaw slack. ”Iʼm gonna start diving for those. That wasnʼt fair.”

Arteta chuckled and clapped twice. ”Izan wins again.”

Saka flopped to the grass dramatically, lying flat on his back. ”This guy has magnets in his boots, I swear.”

Izan grinned, jogging back toward the group. ”You said top right, yeah?”

Saka raised a finger from the turf. ”You heard me say bottom left.”

”Thatʼs crazy,” Izan replied, shaking his head.

”Liar!”

The banter was light, but the intensity hadnʼt dipped.

Each player had taken the new rule seriously ever since Arteta instituted it: in specific areas.

Penalties, corners, free kicks, corners—if you could beat the current lead in drills, you claimed the job. Simple. Objective.

And Izan, despite not being there for long, had been dominating the set-piece slots for two weeks straight, even taking over the penalty duty from Odegaard after he won in a contest.

Arteta walked past Saka, who was still on the ground and gave him a friendly nudge with his foot.

”Youʼd better start practicing, Bukayo. This boyʼs not giving it up easily.”

”Heʼs not human,” Saka replied, still sprawled like a corpse.

”High standards make everyone better,” Arteta said firmly, then turned to Izan with a nod. ”But keep your edge. Donʼt get comfortable.”

”Never,” Izan said, his tone serious now.

As the team rotated through drills, Izan stood off to the side, sipping water and watching others take their chances.

A few came close—Odegaard hit the post once, and Trossard curled one just over—but no one found the net with the same consistency or swagger.

It was clear the standard had shifted.

He could almost hear Olivia teasing him, ”Youʼre just showing off now.”

Maybe he was.

But it felt good to be the one everyone had to beat.

The players filtered off the pitch after the final whistle of training.

Some chatted as they walked, others wiped sweat from their faces or stretched out tight muscles.

Izan tossed his bib into the basket near the benches and made his way toward the building with Saka, who still hadnʼt stopped joking about that free-kick goal.

”Man, that was unfair,” Bukayo said, shaking his head with a smile. ”Top corner like that? You donʼt miss.”

Izan grinned. ”Shouldʼve jumped faster.”

They reached the cafeteria and joined a few others already sitting at the tables.

Plates clinked softly, and the smell of hot food filled the room.

Izan grabbed a tray and served himself—grilled chicken, rice, some greens—before sitting down with Saka and Martinelli.

Across the table, Merino was already halfway through his meal, nodding along to something Calafiori was saying in Italian with the former nodding along.

It was a quiet moment. Just players eating, rehydrating, and cooling off after another hard session.

Then the cafeteria door swung open and Arteta walked in.

Conversations dipped slightly as the players glanced up.

He walked casually to the center of the room, arms behind his back, a small smile on his face.

”Morning or afternoon I should say,” he said. ”I wonʼt keep you. Just wanted to let you all know—weʼve completed a loan deal for Raheem Sterling. Heʼll be joining us soon.”

There were a few raised eyebrows and exchanged looks around the table.

”Sterling?” Saka muttered under his breath. ”Was rumored. I was thinking when he would be coming.”

”Winger depth,” Martinelli added, chewing slowly.

Arteta gave a small nod. ”He brings experience, knows the league, and he wants this challenge. Youʼll meet him soon enough. For now, rest up. Good work this morning.”

With that, the manager left, and the room gradually returned to the usual hum of conversation.

Izan took another bite of his food, glancing at Saka.

”Think heʼll be starting?”

”Weʼll see,” Saka replied. ”But if itʼs down to that set-piece rule, youʼre still safe.”

Izan smiled but didnʼt say anything. He just kept eating, calm and focused.

.....

A/n: Second of the day. Sorry for the late release. Was caught up in some BS. Anyway Have fun reading and Iʼll see you with the Ticket chapters if I can. Byeeee.

Prev Chapter Novel Info Next Chapter