NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 2: Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Minute 53. Score: Bastard Munchen (1) – PXG (0)
The stadium lights shone down on the perfectly trimmed grass. The match was a true clash of titans: the reigning Champions League champions versus their fiercest challenger.
The ball rolled at the feet of Julian Loki, advancing down the right wing with an almost unnatural speed, leaving two Bastard Munchen midfielders behind.
But just as he was about to pass another defender, a shadow caught up with him.
Leonhardt Weiss.
His presence was as swift as the mocking smile on his face.
"Well, PXG's off to a rough start this season, huh?" Leo said without missing a step. "Facing us right at the beginning… against the champions of Europe."
Julian didn't take his eyes off the ball, but responded without losing his breath:
"This time, we'll be the ones lifting the Champions League trophy."
And as if those words were gasoline, he accelerated.
A subtle feint with his left foot. Then another with the right.
Leo was left just a step behind, unable to stop him.
Julian dropped a center-back with a spiral dribble, dodged a sliding tackle, and faced the goalkeeper with a coldness that froze the entire stadium for a moment.
A shot on goal.
GOAL FOR PXG.
1 – 1
The stadium erupted. Not in celebration… but in shock.
The commentators shouted:
"Julian Loki just carved through Bastard Munchen like they were training cones!"
"A masterpiece of speed and control under pressure!"
On the sidelines, Noel Noa watched with his arms crossed.
Leo walked back, still smiling as he shook his head.
"Does it bother you that I provoked him?"
Noa replied without looking at him, his voice like a razor's edge:
"Provoking the enemy only makes them try harder."
Leo glanced sideways at him, still catching his breath.
"And is that a problem?"
Noa slightly turned his head.
"Did I say it was wrong?"
Leo let out a brief, dry laugh.
"Ha… I knew it. You want this to be a challenge too, don't you?"
Noa didn't respond. He simply turned his eyes back to the field, where Loki ran to celebrate with his teammates as the stands roared like a storm.
Leo adjusted his gloves, a bright spark in his gray eyes.
"Then the second half is going to be good."
Commentators' Booth.
"And the new season of the Champions League kicks off with a match no one expected this early!" exclaimed one of the commentators, voice full of excitement. "Bastard Munchen versus PXG on Matchday 1! A rematch of last year's grand final!"
"And what a final that was! Let's not forget Bastard Munchen were crowned champions after a heart-stopping finish… and that Julian Loki swore PXG would come back stronger this season. Seems it wasn't an empty promise…"
The cameras showed the crowd buzzing in the stands, waving flags of both teams. The atmosphere was pure competitive tension.
"But the spotlight isn't just on these two giants…" added the second commentator in a more analytical tone. "All of Europe is watching. Can Bastard Munchen pull off a repeat and defend their title? Or will another team rise this time?"
"We can't forget about Ubers!" the first commentator chimed in with emphasis. "A team coming in strong with their disciplined approach under Marc Snuffy's leadership. And that defensive wall that is Don Lorenzo. They've refined their block to make it nearly impenetrable!"
"And there's another factor that didn't exist last year," added the analyst with a smile. "The new rising stars debuting in the top flight this season. Among them, standout Charles Chevalier, recently signed by PXG to partner with Julian Loki. A combo that could give us a lot to talk about!"
"And we're already seeing it. That move Loki just pulled off is a statement of intent. If this is just the first match… imagine what's in store for us this Champions League edition!"
The game starts again.
"And now PXG is on fire! After Julian Loki's goal, the French team has regained possession with force!" exclaimed one of the commentators as the camera followed the ball rolling rapidly.
"And part of that momentum is thanks to number 6… Charles Chevalier! The 14-year-old prodigy is proving exactly why he was promoted so early to the first team!"
The cameras focused on the young blonde as he elegantly controlled the ball in midfield. His slim figure glided smoothly through the gaps left by Bastard Munchen's press.
One touch, a glance, and the pass came out with the precision of a veteran.
"He's incredible!" added the second commentator. "Every time he touches the ball, he creates space where there was none! And look, here he goes again!"
Chevalier received the ball after a throw-in, and with a controlled touch, spun around, shaking off a rival midfielder.
"What a turn! And look at that pass! Chevalier threads it between two defenders, ball into space for Loki…!"
Julian Loki was already sprinting. His speed was well known, but the pass had anticipated it with pinpoint accuracy. Loki received it right at the edge of the box.
"He's going to shoot—NO! A stepover… cuts inside… and fires!"
Impact!!
"WHAT A SAVE BY BACHMAN! Bastard Munchen's keeper denies PXG's second goal! But what a brilliant play—a combination between the young Chevalier and the ever-electric Loki!"
The slow-motion replay showed the assist from number 6.
"And to think this kid is just 14…" murmured the first commentator, filled with awe and respect. "His game sense, his composure… Charles Chevalier isn't the future. He's the present."
On the PXG bench, even the substitutes applauded.
And in the stands…
Thousands of spectators were already asking themselves the same thing:
Are we witnessing football's next global phenomenon?
…
"And now Bastard Munchen responds with force! Watch that attack!"
On screen, the black and dark blue jerseys moved like a precise swarm.
Igor Schneider (20) carried the ball from the center, leaving a rival behind with a subtle feint. He passed it to Erik Gesner (13) on the right, who received it and quickly played it first-time to Benedict Grim (5) in the middle.
"What a combination! Quick, clean passes—like the gears of a machine!"
Grim returned the ball to Gesner, who lifted his head for a second...
And slipped the ball between the lines.
"Inside pass to Leo! The number 11 receives it at the edge of the box!"
Leo controlled the ball with his left foot, faked a pass to the wing, tricking the defender who expected a pass to the captain.
"He feints a pass to Noel Noa... but no! Leo is setting up for the shot!"
The stadium held its breath.
Leo loaded his right leg, leaned slightly…
And unleashed the shot!
"SHOOOOOT!"
The ball flew like a bullet. A clean, straight strike aimed at the bottom-left corner.
BOOM!
The PXG goalkeeper stretched in vain.
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!
"GOOOOOAL BY LEO!! WHAT A GOAL FROM NUMBER 11!! BASTARD MUNCHEN TAKES THE LEAD AGAIN!!"
The stands exploded.
The crowd chanted the name of their striker as his teammates embraced him.
"What a team play, what a heart-stopping execution!" shouted one of the commentators. "And Leo didn't miss! He fooled everyone with that dummy to Noa and launched a missile right into the corner!"
"This is the Bastard Munchen that won the Champions League! A lethal, technical, unpredictable offensive unit!"
Minute 70. Current score: Bastard Munchen (2) – PXG (1)
The pace of the match was rising like an unstoppable fever.
And among all the players on the field, there was one with eyes lit up, as if living a dream.
Charles Chevalier, number 6 of PXG, was advancing with the ball glued to his feet.
Every touch danced across the pitch.
It was his Champions League debut.
He was only 14 years old.
And he didn't care.
"Charles Chevalier in control! The youngest prodigy in the tournament charges forward!"
The blonde smiled. He was thrilled, adrenaline pounding in his chest.
He feinted with his left leg. Then again with the right.
A defender fell for it.
Chevalier played a quick pass and got it back on the move, charging up the central lane.
He lifted his gaze.
There he was: Julian Loki, further ahead, waiting like a crouched predator.
"Now or never…"
Charles launched a dangerous pass.
A suicidal pass.
"What a ball! That's a huge risk! If Bastard Munchen intercepts, it'll be a direct counter!"
But before the ball could be "hijacked"…
Julian Loki appeared.
"Loki! Loki intercepts the pass at insane speed!"
Loki took the ball in stride. Bastard Munchen's defense closed in fast.
But he had already made up his mind.
A hunger for goals lit up his eyes.
He cut past one defender.
Slipped between two with a ridiculous burst of speed.
And wound up for the shot.
"He's going to shoot…!"
Impact!
The left-footed strike was strong and low, heading toward the far post.
It seemed unstoppable.
But then…
Leo appeared.
Not as a defender. Not as a hero.
Pure instinct.
He ran into the ball's path.
And as if guided by sheer intuition, he fired it before it crossed into the penalty area.
"HE DEFLECTED IT!! LEO DEFLECTED IT MID-AIR!!"
The stadium roared in shock.
But it wasn't over.
The ball flew…
And behind it, charging like a titan:
Noel Noa.
"NOA!!! NOA'S RUNNING ONTO THE BALL AS IT FLOATS IN FRONT OF HIM!!"
The veteran glanced at the ball.
Counted the steps. Calculated the speed.
As the ball dropped, he tensed his right leg with surgical precision.
BAM!
A perfect strike.
The ball exploded into the top-right corner of the net.
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!
"GOOOOOOAL FROM NOEL NOA!!! A PERFECT LINK BETWEEN LEO AND NOA IN A WILD COUNTERATTACK!!"
The crowd roared like a storm.
Bastard Munchen's players ran to their captain with shouts of pure joy.
Even the substitutes on the bench were on their feet.
Minute 78. Score: Bastard Munchen (3) – PXG (1)
The clock kept ticking, the stadium boiled, and the air grew heavier with the tension of the final stretch.
Julian Loki, with the ball glued to his feet as if bound by invisible threads, ran full speed.
His stride was a whip. His speed, pure poison.
And in front of him, Leonhardt Weiss waited—like a wall standing in the path.
"LEO VERSUS LOKI!!! SPEED VERSUS SPEED!!" the commentators roared.
The cameras zoomed in on the duel, as if time had slowed down.
Julian Loki didn't slow down.
Neither did Leo.
The crowd rose from their seats.
"Weiss isn't used to fighting in pure speed duels! This is Loki's domain!"
"But look at him! He's challenging him at his own game!"
The two players matched stride for stride at the edge of the box, shoulder to shoulder, testing each other with every step.
Leo pushed his body to the limit—heavy breaths, tense legs.
He could feel the pitch giving beneath his cleats, but he didn't stop.
Until it happened.
A micro-slip.
His left ankle slid badly on the damp grass.
His body lost balance.
And in that instant… Loki won.
"LOKI BREAKS THROUGH!! AND LEO GOES DOWN!!"
Julian Loki, with open space and a clear mind, didn't hesitate.
One touch.
One feint.
And a powerful shot to the near post before the keeper could react.
BOOM!
GOOOOOOOOOOOAL FOR PXG!!
"Julian Loki scores his brace!"
But while his teammates celebrated, the cameras focused on Leo, still on the ground.
Lying on the grass, his face twisted in a grimace, his hand gripping his ankle.
He didn't scream.
He didn't writhe.
But his furrowed brows and clenched jaw said everything.
He knew something was wrong.
On the bench, the medics were already sprinting over.
"Leo is down! And he's not getting up!"
"Looks like his ankle twisted badly during that sprint against Loki!"
Minute 88. Score: Bastard Munchen (3) – PXG (2)
The goal mattered.
But now, all eyes were on Leonhardt Weiss.
The 100-million-dollar player.
The man who challenged the lightning…
And fell trying to stop it.
The medics escorted Leonhardt Weiss off the pitch, while the crowd applauded.
Not because of the goal he had allowed. But because of the effort.
For daring to face Julian Loki on his own turf… and going down fighting.
On the bench, his teammates stood up. Their faces were tight with concern.
Leo walked off under his own power, visibly limping. His ankle hastily bandaged, still swollen.
He sat down with a long sigh, his expression serious, as one of the staff applied ice to the joint.
"How's it feel?" one of his teammates asked, leaning in.
"Does it hurt?" another added bluntly.
Leo looked at them briefly and shook his head.
"That's the least of it. It'll heal soon."
One of them crossed his arms, frowning.
"Then why that face?"
Leo clenched his teeth. Glanced at the field for a few seconds… then up at the stadium sky.
"Because I can already see tomorrow's headlines."
"The 100-million striker humiliated in a footrace."
"Leonhardt Weiss injured trying to stop Loki."
"Is he overrated?"
He clicked his tongue.
"The whole damn show is going to revolve around that. How I got beaten. How I failed."
The teammate beside him snorted.
"You can't control what they say."
"No. But you know how it is," Leo replied bitterly. "It doesn't matter how many goals you score, or how many matches you win… One bad camera angle, one ugly fall, one lost one-on-one… and that's what goes viral."
"Noa warned me," he said in a lower voice. "Taunting the opponent only makes them try harder."
"And you still did it! Because that's who you are. You like playing with fire."
Leo didn't respond right away. He lowered his gaze to the bandage.
"The worst part isn't falling... The worst part is that now, the narrative won't be about the great match we're playing."
It'll be about me… again.
Current score: Bastard Munchen (3) – PXG (2)
The fourth official raised the electronic board.
+5.
Five minutes.
PXG's last hope.
Bastard Munchen's final hammer.
The commentators held their breath.
"Five minutes! Five minutes of pure fire between champions!"
"PXG has the talent… but Bastard has the cold blood."
"And at the center of it all stands Noel Noa… the titan of Bastard Munchen."
On the field, Noel Noa calmly adjusted his gloves, sweat on his face, fire in his eyes.
The match now revolved around him.
With Leo off the pitch, the team shifted its focus.
Now, they played for their captain.
And he didn't need to ask for it.
His presence alone demanded it.
Minute 92.
Noa received the ball at the edge of the box.
Three PXG defenders closed in around him.
But his body, his timing, his vision…
A feint. A dodge.
He spun with power and unleashed a right-footed strike that tore through the defensive line.
GOAL!
"NOEL NOA SCORES THE FOURTH! LIKE A LOCOMOTIVE! BASTARD MUNICH HOLDS THEIR EMPIRE TOGETHER!"
"And he does it with authority! With a hunger for victory!"
PXG was falling apart.
Loki clenched his fists. Charles Chevalier lowered his head.
The blow was brutal.
Minute 94.
Even with the result sealed, Bastard Munchen didn't ease up.
Alexis Ness, from the VIP box, watched the match with shining eyes, feeling the rhythm of the men's team echo what she was building in her own league.
Michelle Kaiser, at home, arms crossed, watched the broadcast with a furrowed brow… and a proud smile.
On the field, Noa surged forward again.
This time with no feints, no evasions…
Just raw force.
He received a cross-field pass mid-sprint, and without slowing down, struck it with his left foot.
The opposing keeper didn't even have time to react.
GOAL!
"THE FIFTH! THE FIFTH FOR BASTARD MUNCHEN!"
"NOEL NOA JUST BURIED PXG!"
"5–2! 5–2 IN A LEGENDARY SECOND HALF!"
End of the match.
The whistle blew.
The stadium shook.
Total victory for the champions.
Bastard Munchen (5) – PXG (2)
And while the match had many stars…
The ending had just one name:
Noel Noa.
On the bench, Leo watched from his seat, serious… but with a crooked smile.
"…Damn monster. Can't leave you the spotlight for five minutes."
And then he thought, with a disguised sigh:
"This saved me."
Because he knew. Everyone knew.
If the match had ended in a draw… or if PXG had managed a comeback in those last five minutes, all the attention would've landed squarely on him.
"How serious was the injury?"
"Did he break mentally?"
"Is he losing focus on the game?"
The narratives were locked and loaded, ready to devour him.
But Noa… didn't give them the chance.
He crushed all of it with those two extra-time goals.
Redefined the match. Rewrote the story.
Leo looked at the scoreboard flashing 5–2... and let his head fall back against the seat.
"Thanks, Captain," he thought with a half-smile. "Let them talk about the monster. Let them forget, just for now about my mistake."