Striker of The Gods

At celebration of the U17 world cup win, Caos readies himself to lift the world cup where he receives the golden boot, demonizing defeat before the greatness of his being. That day marked the beginning of a new era.

”Without music, life would be a mistake, as I am the melody of the universe in chaotic flow” says Caos, playing Mozart and then singing the following song:

”I’ve paid my dues

Time after time

I’ve done my sentence

But committed no crime

And bad mistakes

I’ve made a few

I’ve had my share of sand kicked in my face

But I’ve come through

We are the champions, my friends

And we’ll keep on fighting ’til the end

We are the champions

We are the champions

No time for losers

’Cause we are the champions of the world

I’ve taken my bows

And my curtain calls

You brought me fame and fortune

And everything that goes with it

I thank you all

But it’s been no bed of roses

No pleasure cruise

I consider it a challenge

Before the whole human race

And I ain’t gonna lose

We are the champions, my friends

And we’ll keep on fighting ’til the end

We are the champions

We are the champions

No time for losers

’Cause we are the champions of the world”

”It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not. That is it. You have nailed it” Says Pablo, talking to Caos.

At the end of the celebration, he gets a new idea about his vacation.

As the crowd’s roar faded into a jubilant hum, Caos stood atop the podium, the Golden Boot gleaming in his hands, a symbol of his relentless drive. The World Cup trophy, now raised high, caught the stadium lights, casting a radiant glow over the sea of faces chanting his name. His heart thundered, not just with victory, but with the weight of a new beginning. The world had seen him conquer, and he felt the universe shift in his favor.