Striker of The Gods

Time: Tuesday, 9 March 2034 : 22:50 CET

Location: Anfield :  Tunnel, Dressing Room & Mixed Zone, Liverpool

The second leg had ended in absolute domination: 24–2 aggregate thrashing. Caos had scored 19 goals and provided 5 assists in the return leg alone. The Anfield crowd was stunned into near silence as the final whistle blew.

In the tunnel, Xabi Alonso waited for him with a proud but concerned expression.

Xabi Alonso (embracing Caos firmly):

Nineteen goals in one match. Nineteen.

You didn’t just win the tie. You humiliated them on their own ground. The whole world is watching you now. But I saw the focus in your eyes. You’re carrying more than just the team. How are you holding up with everything, the pregnancies, the royal pressure, the families circling?

Caos (breathing steady, violet eyes calm):

I’m holding. The power from the Triassic… it helps. But the weight is real. Leonor. Zeraphina. The children. The crown. The old families trying to get close. I play to protect them all.

Vinícius Jr. (running up, laughing and hugging him):

Hermano, nineteen goals! You made Anfield go quiet! I thought I was fast, but you were a different species tonight. The way you destroyed them with those new moves… the crowd was losing their minds! Joga bonit amico meu. 

Mbappé (shaking his head, smiling with genuine awe):

I’ve never seen anything like it. You were playing a different sport tonight. The speed, the power, the tricks… it’s like you’re from another planet. I’m just happy to be on your team.

But seriously… how do you keep getting better? Every match you break something new. The whole dressing room is talking about you. You’re not just carrying the team. You’re carrying the legacy.

Caos (small smile, patting both on the back):

I train to become something the next generation can stand on. You two make it easier. We’re building something special here. Keep pushing. The storm is stronger when we move together.

Vinícius Jr.:

The whole dressing room is in awe. You’re not just a player. You’re the storm we all want to ride.

Anfield Mixed Zone

The room was packed. Cameras flashed. Journalists from around the world leaned forward as Caos stood at the microphone.

Journalist 1 (Sky Sports):

Caos, nineteen goals in one match. What is going through your mind when you score like this?

Caos:

I think of the people who believed in me when no one else did. My mother. The fans. The children in the academies. Every goal is a message ,that limits are meant to be broken.

Journalist 2 (Marca):

With the pregnancy news about Princess Leonor and Zeraphina… how do you balance your personal life with this level of performance?

Caos (calm, protective):

My personal life is mine. But I will say this: I am building a legacy. For my children. For the future. Football is part of it, but not all of it. The people closest to me give me strength.

Journalist 3 (new  question : ESPN):

There are rumors that major banking families are trying to get close to you and your children for genetic reasons. How do you respond to that?

Caos (eyes narrowing slightly, voice firm):

Let them try. My bloodline is not for sale. I protect what is mine. The storm does not bow to money or power.

Journalist 4 (new  question French journalist):

With Sofía’s growing influence in the royal court, are you worried about the future of Leonor’s child and the throne?

Caos:

The crown is their business. My business is protecting my family. Sofía can want whatever she wants. But she will not touch my children.

The press conference ended with respectful applause. Caos walked out with Xabi Alonso.

Xabi Alonso (quietly as they left):

You handled it well. The world is asking harder questions now. Stay focused. The final is next.

Caos:

I know.

The storm keeps moving.

The night ended with Caos returning home to the three maids, the violet energy wrapping around them like a protective cocoon.

To be continued…