Chapter 1

Julian Loki was bored, so fucking bored he almost screamed out loud. Life was becoming monotone. The older he got, games didn't do anything for him. He tried drawing; he tried fencing too, but never got into it. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to snap at the person, but he stopped, seeing it was his friend Louis. They had been friends for a while. He spoke, "What up, Bro Louis spoke nothing much you just looked like you wanted to snap he chuckled and spoke yeah Just so bored, bro. I need something to do; otherwise, I'm going to snap for real. Louis looked thoughtful. "Wanna come with me to the PSG game this month? It's here. My older brother and I are going. Dad wanted to go but is busy, so we have a spare ticket." He hummed, "Sure, man Who does PSG play against?" you asked as you stood up from your chair. Marseille, Louis answered, "Damn, that's going to be interesting." He comments, "are you , a PSG fan?" he asked Louis. Louis noded Smirking, "Hell yeah! I'm a big fan of PSG; my whole family is!" he hummed, nodding as he took his backpack and packed his books while they made their way to the school entrance. 

You two shake hands, and you walk towards the blue BMW X5. You open the back seat and lean forward, kissing your mother's cheek. he spoke Yo Mom how was your day you two began talking While she drove, you pulled out your phone, scrolling on YouTube while thinking, "Football? Never tried it," he mused. He would go to that match with Louis and maybe check some videos on YouTube. Yes, he would definitely do that. He looked up as his mom stopped the car to see that they were in front of their house. He exited the car and entered the home, going to his room . He pulled off his jeans and shirt, putting on grey sweatpants and a tight tank top that showcased his eight-pack and muscular arms. For a 16-year-old, he was buff as hell and proud of it. he had not meny talents but one thing he exceled at it was speed it was unnatural he can run Around 29.33 miles per hour, he discovered this while in his PE class two months ago. Teachers and the principal wanted him to pursue a professional running career, but he didn't want to. He wanted more of a challenge. He smirked slightly, his gold eyes glinting. Contrasting with his dark skin, he wanted to be the best at what he did. God gave him this speed, and he would use it to show them that he would be the best, not just the best. He would be the GOAT. 

After eating lunch with his mother, father, and older brother, he returned to his room. He started doing push-ups, curls, and pull-ups on a bar attached to his door. After finishing his quick warm-up, he sat on his bed, crossed his legs in seiza, and, closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply and held it in. He did this for 30 minutes. letting it out slowly before doing it again He stood up and stretched lightly, hearing a satisfying pop. He walked over to his PC, sat in the chair, and started watching videos of Cristiano Ronaldo, Ronaldinho, and CR9. As he watched, a smirk formed on his lips, his eyes glowing slightly. 

One week later, he, Louis, and Louis's older brother walked into Parc des Princes, PSG Stadium. They took their seats as the match was about to start. As the match commenced, he locked in, watching how they played, how they passed, and their decision-making. However, they were slow; he could read their movements and almost predict their actions. They were predictable. When he looked at Neymar, he was harder to predict; his movements were unpredictable, but he could follow. He smirked, feeling excited. Soccer was so damn exciting. 

After the game, as he waited for his mom to pick him up, he was thinking about going to PSG tryouts. After getting into the car, he spoke, "Mom, I want to try playing soccer." His mom turned to him, looking surprised. " You sure, honey?" He nodded. "Yeah, Im Can we stop by and buy a ball?" She nodded with a small smile. and started After arriving at the sports store, he entered and bought a ball he liked. It was the Adidas Finale 17; it looked pretty cool. It was from the previous season. He purchased it and thanked his mom for waiting. After they got home, he called Louis and told him to meet him at the local open pitch. he changed into Nike tracksuit and old running shoes he uses for PE. They were Nike Tiempo Legend 8 Cl he liked them a lot. He took the ball, his phone, and rode his bike towards the pitch. He was met by Louis. After the two walked onto the pitch, he spoke to Louis while dropping the ball onto the grass. He passed to Louis, saying, "Teach me how to play." Louis looked surprised but nodded, grinning.