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206. Sevilla vs. Real Madrid. · Oct 13, 2026

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201 201. Love or the throne: The new queen of Spain. 2026-10-13
202 202. The wealth of having a baby 2026-10-13
203 203. My baby gets famous. 2026-10-13
204 204. The Vatican speaks out loud 2026-10-13
205 205. Invading Anfield 2026-10-13
206 206. Sevilla vs. Real Madrid. 2026-10-13
207 207. The maids go around the world. 2026-10-13
208 208. Almeria vs. Real Madrid 2026-10-13
209 209. Seraphina gets pregnant 2026-10-13
210 210. MAGIC SEX WITH THE MAIDS 2026-10-13
211 211. Messi, Pele, and Cristiano in a talk with Caos 2026-10-13
212 212. Erebus and Caos 2026-10-13
213 214. Erebus maxxing 2026-10-13
214 214. Vesta and Caos: a regret that may come back in the future 2026-10-13
215 215.The 2033–34 Season: The Sixteenth Thunder : The Island Storm 2026-10-13
216 216. Bayern vs. Real Madrid: Chaos in Munich 2026-10-13
217 217. Villareal and Real madrid: Crushing el Estadio de la Ceramica 2026-10-13
218 218. Caos destroys Sevilla 2026-10-13
219 219. Chaos makes history 2026-10-13
220 220. Press conference. 2026-10-13
221 221. Caos eliminates Liverpool 2026-10-13
222 222. In the backstage after the match against Liverpool 2026-10-13
223 233. Olga talks to Caos and flirts with him. 2026-10-13
224 224. Talk between Zeraphina and Keyla. 2026-10-13
225 225. Caos has talk with his maids and women 2026-10-13
226 226. Creating a dragon 2026-10-13
227 227. Erebus and other realities. 2026-10-13
228 228. Talk with Erebus and smashing Alaves 2026-10-13
229 229. Caos goes to the Mendizorrotza 2026-10-13
230 230. Valladolid gets exterminated by Caos 2026-10-13
231 231. Press and Epstein Files 2026-10-13
232 232. Post by Leonor 2026-10-13
233 233. love and doubts: Caos faces himself 2026-10-13
234 234. The Second Valladolid Gambit 2026-10-13
235 235. Press and insanity 2026-10-13
236 236. The princess Alexia visits Caos 2026-10-13
237 237. Matches and the news 2026-10-13
238 238. Caos and the future 2026-10-13
239 239. Villareal knows nothing but fear 2026-10-13
240 240. KICKING ASSES at EL SADAR 2026-10-13
241 241. Great Persia and Russia 2026-10-13
242 242. Making a human dragon 2026-10-13
243 243. Press with Mbappe 2026-10-13
244 244. Talk with Erebus, the singularity, and the new order. 2026-10-13
245 245. Caos, Press, and the crushing defeat of RAYO VALLECANO. 2026-10-13
246 246. Caos the devil 2026-10-13
247 247. Alexia visits Caos 2026-10-13
248 248. Caos and the princess of netherlands 2026-10-13
249 249. Destruction at San Mames 2026-10-13
250 250. The path of Caos and the pool with Zeraphina 2026-10-13

Time: Saturday, 27 January 2034 : 18:30 CET

Location: Estadio Ramón Sánchez-Pizjuán, Seville

The Ramón Sánchez-Pizjuán was alive.

A roaring sea of red and white.

Sevilla supporters sang without stopping. Drums hammered through the stadium. Flares burned against the Andalusian night, and the entire ground seemed to move with the sound.

Sevilla FC fans are known for their passionate support at the Ramón Sánchez-Pizjuán stadium, where over 35,000 supporters create an electric atmosphere

This was the fourteenth La Liga match.

And the atmosphere was different.

Personal.

The crowd chanted:

“SEVILLA! SEVILLA!”

Again.

Stronger with utmost passion.

Again.

Even stronger this time.

Again.

Even louder.

They wanted to see the violet storm stumble.

Even once.

Especially once.

Across the world, the match had already become an event.

Global Social Media Pulse : Pre-Match

#SevillaVsCaos : trending #1 worldwide, with 8.2 million posts in forty-eight hours.

Marca: “The Sánchez-Pizjuán is on fire tonight. Sevilla is ready to make this personal.”

The Athletic: “Caos has been unstoppable. But with this crowd behind them, Sevilla might create magic.”

A leaked clip from Caos’s Triassic simulation went viral again.

Five-hundred-mile-per-hour bursts.

Three-hundred-and-fifty-thousand-newton strikes.

Dinosaurs being used as training opponents.

The caption spread everywhere:

He trained with monsters. Sevilla is about to become prey.

Inside the Sevilla dressing room, Jesús Navas looked at his teammates.

“This is our house. The crowd is our twelfth player. We fight with everything we have. Tonight, we make history.”

Lucas Ocampos nodded.

“He has destroyed us before. But tonight this stadium is alive. We don’t go quietly.”

Across the tunnel, Mbappé looked at Caos.

“Sevilla will come with fire. The crowd will be behind them. Stay cold.”

He smiled.

“But unleash everything when the moment comes.”

Xabi Alonso placed a hand on Caos’s shoulder before they walked out.

“This place is alive. Play with control.”

He paused.

“Then let the new power flow.”

Caos said nothing.

He simply looked toward the pitch.

The three maids watched from a private box high above the stadium, dressed in black and violet.

Zeraphina leaned against the railing.

“Sevilla wants chaos.”

She smiled.

“They have no idea what real chaos looks like now.”

Keyla looked down at the thousands of supporters.

“The crowd is so loud.”

She laughed softly.

“This will be fun to watch.”

The Match

The whistle blew.

Sevilla attacked immediately.

No fear.No hesitation.

But utter conviction to win

They pressed high, threw themselves into duels, fought for every loose ball and used the stadium exactly as they had promised.

For twenty-nine minutes, it worked.

The crowd was deafening.

Every tackle was celebrated.Every Real Madrid mistake was greeted with a roar.

No matter what they tell, CAOS had arrived there to win.

Every time Caos touched the ball, thousands of voices screamed.

“SEVILLA!”

The match was ugly.

Physical.

Emotional.

Alive.

Then Caos received the ball in his own half.

He stopped.

For a moment, everything became strangely quiet around him.

His eyes lifted toward the sky.

His mother.

Then his father.

All these things matter to him .

Then the child who had not yet been born.

Caos breathed.

And disappeared.

500 mph.

The pitch became a blur.

Three defenders vanished behind him.

No one could come close to Caos at that speed.

Then five.

Then seven.

The Triassic Vortex began.

His body spun through the air, combining with Rauisuchian Fury into something violent and almost impossible to follow.

Nine Sevilla players collapsed in the sequence.

The crowd stopped singing.

Caos landed.

Seventy-four meters from goal.

He struck.

350,000 Newtons.

The ball accelerated to approximately 818 km/h.

For a fraction of a second, it seemed to disappear.

Then—

BOOM.

The net exploded backward.

1–0.

The stadium went silent.

One commentator’s voice cut through it.

“Caos has the ball... from his own half... he’s moving:my God, he’s moving far too quickly! Sevilla cannot get near him! He’s through! He’s still going! Seventy meters from goal... HE’S HIT IT!”

“GOAL! CAOS! WHAT A STRIKE! SEVILLA HAVE THROWN EVERYTHING AT HIM FOR TWENTY-NINE MINUTES, AND HE HAS JUST BROKEN THE MATCH OPEN!”

Caos turned away.

No celebration.

Just one finger toward the sky.

Then he jogged back.

The second goal came in the thirty-fourth minute.

Sevilla launched a desperate counterattack.

Caos intercepted.

He activated Plateo Crush.

The ground trembled.

A seismic shockwave disrupted the entire attacking shape.

The ball rose.

Caos jumped.

His body rotated once.

Twice.

720 degrees.

A standing backflip volley.

From 53 meters.

He struck the ball while remembering the silence of his father.

The ball screamed into the upper corner.

2–0.

The commentator nearly shouted himself hoarse.

“CAOS AGAIN! HE’S DONE IT AGAIN!”

“The ball is still rising—BACKFLIP! VOLLEY! FROM FIFTY-THREE METERS!”

“WHAT ARE WE WATCHING?!”

Sevilla looked toward the scoreboard.

Two goals.

Five minutes.

And suddenly the impossible felt inevitable.

The floodgates opened.

Caos scored again and over again.

Then assisted.

Then scored again.

And again.

Sevilla fought.

They pressed.They tackled.

But it was not enough. it was in vein. Weakness and vulnerability could be seen on their faces.

They screamed.They refused to surrender.

It simply didn’t matter.

By halftime:

Real Madrid 8–0 Sevilla

Caos had scored six goals and provided two assists.

The stadium was stunned.

Some Sevilla supporters continued singing.

Others simply watched.

Caos stood near the tunnel, breathing normally.

As if nothing extraordinary had happened.

The Second Half

The second half became something else.

Caos stopped playing within ordinary limits.

He became savage.

Spectacular.

Almost absurd.

The first new technique came from the edge of the penalty area.

Sauropod Stomp

One strike.

The ground shook.

The defensive line lost its formation.

Caos recovered the ball and finished.

Then came:

Herrera Snap

A movement so sudden and precise that the goalkeeper barely reacted before the ball had already passed him.

Then the sprint.

Five-hundred miles per hour.

From one end of the pitch to the other.

Caos reached the final third.

He jumped.

His body twisted backward.

A 57-feet chilena.

He struck the ball while thinking about the child waiting to enter the world.

Goal.

Again.

And over again.

Take it then.

And again.

Seventeen times, the net had moved.

But Sevilla had found two moments of pride.

Two late goals.Two moments when the stadium remembered how to scream.

The final whistle came.

REAL MADRID 17–2 SEVILLA

Caos had scored:

13 goals.

And assisted:

He stood alone at the center circle.

Sweat ran down his face.

His chest rose and fell.

He raised one finger toward the sky.

For his mother.

Then he pressed a fist against his chest.

For his father.

The stadium watched.

Even the Sevilla supporters had little left to say.

The commentator spoke more quietly now.

“The whistle goes.”

“Seventeen goals for Real Madrid. Two for Sevilla.”

“Thirteen goals from Caos.”

“Four assists.”

“Another night that will be discussed for years.”

“Sevilla came here believing the stadium could change the game.”

“For thirty minutes, perhaps it did.”

“Then Caos changed everything.”

MVP Announcement

Caos was named Man of the Match.

His 28th consecutive MVP award in all competitions.

The cameras followed him as he disappeared through the private exit.

The three maids were waiting.

Zeraphina looked at him.

“Thirteen goals.”

She shook her head.

“The world is already calling this your most spectacular performance.”

Caos gave a quiet smile.

“It was for her.”

He looked toward the sky.

Then his hand rested briefly against his chest.

“And for the child who will soon enter this world carrying both royal blood and cosmic chaos.”

The three women said nothing.

For a moment, there was only the distant sound of the stadium.

Seventeen goals.

Fourteen matches.

Another victory.

Another piece of the legend.

The fourteenth match of La Liga had ended in absolute annihilation.

The violet storm was alive.

Savage.

Unpredictable.

And somewhere beyond football, beyond records, beyond every opponent that had already fallen—

Caos still wanted something.

Someone.

Something capable of making him feel challenged again.

And that hunger was beginning to become dangerous.

To be continued…

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