If It Is Not Scientific, Then It Is Theology

AC Milan lost 1-2 at home to Messina in the absence of their core player, Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen's injury left Ancelotti feeling both relieved and worried.

It was a minor ankle sprain that would recover in about a week.

However, after a consultation between the team's two miracle doctors, they still maintained that there was nothing wrong with Huang Kaiwen's body, and that even his previous injuries had left no underlying issues.

This left Ancelotti feeling uneasy.

If the body is healthy and has no underlying issues, then what was going on with him getting injured as soon as he stepped onto the pitch?

Huang Kaiwen had figured it out himself. Because of [Fragility Change], the probability of him getting injured in that previous Champions League match had become infinitely high. It was only because he had the [24-Hour Injury Immunity Card] that he hadn't been injured, but as soon as the immunity card expired, he was injured the moment he stepped onto the field.

Four days later, Milan won 1-2 away against Lazio, and Huang Kaiwen had already begun to resume training.

It was just that it was indoors; the team doctors still didn't feel comfortable letting him participate in ball-handling drills.

On September 29, back at home, Milan won 3-1 against their second opponent in the Champions League group stage, Celtic.

After the match, Kaka specifically came to the house to visit Huang Kaiwen.

"Hey, buddy, haven't I already returned to the team?"

Huang Kaiwen took out a bottle of mineral water, tossed it across the sofa to Kaka, and asked.

"Well, I should come to your house to visit; that's only polite."

Watching Kaka skillfully take out the PS2 and connect it to the television, Huang Kaiwen felt that this guy's words were somewhat insincere.

Are you here to visit me? Finding me to play games is the real reason, right?

After sitting down, Huang Kaiwen instantly selected Brazil, and Kaka let out another wail.

In Winning Eleven 8, there weren't many teams that could beat Brazil.

Usually, teams had one or two "bug" players, but Brazil's entire roster was practically full of them. Unless those classic teams were unlocked, no team could compare to Brazil.

"Kaiwen, can you not use Brazil? I'm a Brazil player."

"I'm a Brazil fan. Do you want me to defect?"

Kaka looked at Huang Kaiwen with some helplessness. This reason was truly impeccable; as a Brazilian star, he couldn't exactly ask a Brazilian fan to support another national team, could he?

"Alright then, let's use clubs."

Huang Kaiwen canceled the selection and quickly navigated to AC Milan to confirm.

Once again, the Milan versus Real Madrid battle began.

Kaka still drank the cup of sorrow on the green pitch; AC Milan was simply too powerful.

After playing a few more rounds, Kaka lost more than he won, and in the end, he was so depressed that he went home without even eating dinner.

On the morning of October 1, the system store refreshed again.

[Lucky Necklace] 50 Destiny Points, [Curveball Mastery] 500 points, [Maradona Template] 10,000 points, [24-Hour Injury Immunity Card] 20 points, [24-Hour Luck Potion] 20 points.

Seeing the newly refreshed items, Huang Kaiwen suddenly thought of a question.

Even if his probability of injury was infinitely high, there would still be an infinitely small probability of not getting injured on the pitch.

If he were lucky enough, could every touch of the ball and every challenge be that infinitely small probability, and would that mean he could avoid injury?

Perhaps if he bought the Lucky Necklace and used the Luck Potion, he could maintain his health?

He acted immediately.

With 93.5 Destiny Points left, he spent 90 points in one go.

In addition to buying the [Injury Immunity Card] as usual, he also pocketed the two luck-boosting items.

Seeing the appearance of the [Lucky Necklace] and the [24-Hour Luck Potion], Huang Kaiwen couldn't help but complain: aren't these just the White Tiger Tooth Necklace and the Blessing Oil?

Is the [24-Hour Luck Potion] supposed to be rubbed on his cleats?

Whatever.

Returning to the team during the day, Huang Kaiwen spent the entire morning in the Milan Lab.

Gianni Nanni carefully reviewed all the results and sighed, "You have fully recovered, there isn't even a minor issue like a cavity. I feel your body is very strange; it shouldn't be this easy for you to get injured."

Sweat began to bead on Huang Kaiwen's forehead.

He also knew it shouldn't be this easy to get injured, but who could he reason with?

He had been afraid of being questioned about this, and now, what he feared most had come to pass; he had no way to explain it.

He had to find a reasonable excuse, right?

"Yes, it is very strange. I almost doubted everything I've learned in my life. What is happening to you is not scientific at all," Lieven Maesschalck added.

That's it!

Hearing Lieven Maesschalck's words, Huang Kaiwen suddenly had an idea.

If it is not scientific, then it is theology.

Isn't it said that the end of science is theology?

His unscientific injuries must have a reason.

That night, a troubled Huang Kaiwen returned home and immediately locked himself in the study to start writing and drawing.

After the team doctor's reminder during the day, Huang Kaiwen finally found a reasonable excuse to explain his injuries.

In Europe, mysticism had a large audience.

European football was also quite superstitious.

During the 2002 World Cup, the Nigeria National Team specifically formulated a whole plan to practice witchcraft. Before the 1998 World Cup final, Jacquet had poured rooster blood over his own head, and then the Brazil team performed poorly.

Before the match between Switzerland and England in the 2004 European Championship group stage, several Swiss newspapers and magazines published posters of Beckham and described a method of voodoo: stick a poster on the wall, use a pin to prick the foot of the Beckham in the picture, and then silently chant in your heart: "Can't lift your legs, can't lift your legs..."

And there were the revelations Huang Kaiwen knew well about Pogba seeking a witch doctor to curse Mbappe, Benfica hiring a witch doctor to pray for a championship, and England manager Hoddle hiring a witch doctor to perform rituals.

It was clear that these mystical things had quite a market in Europe.

Huang Kaiwen specifically wore gloves and wrote with his left hand. After finishing, he put the "whistleblower letter" into an envelope and called for the old butler, Albert.

"Albert! Find a way to deliver this letter to the editors of La Gazzetta dello Sport, and ensure they can publish it in the paper tomorrow."

"Very well, sir."

The Mediterranean-looking old butler bowed and turned to leave.

"Wait..."

"Do you have any other instructions, sir?"

"Find a way to ensure they don't link this matter to me. Just find someone to deliver the letter; I believe that once they see the content, they will definitely publish it. It might even be on the front page. Also, don't tell Barbara."

"Very well, sir, please rest assured."

Albert turned and left.

Huang Kaiwen leaned back slightly, staring at the ceiling.

This should be settled now.

Always getting injured—there had to be an explanation eventually.

Since that was the case, he would give the Milan fans an explanation.

The team doctors had already said that his body had no problems at all, and that there were no underlying issues after his injuries; all signs were inconsistent with science.

That meant someone behind the scenes was playing dirty and had hired a witch doctor to curse him.

And the person playing dirty must be one of Milan's rivals.

Thinking of a scapegoat, the first one that came to Huang Kaiwen's mind was Inter Milan.

Milan had a genius, and Inter Milan wanted to destroy this genius—that made perfect sense, didn't it?

Thanks to Fengyue NO Tonghua for the tip.