158. Getting ready for the storm
The Forge of the Chaos Heart
The days after the Ballon d’Or became something primal that he could not hide in the simple depths of the universe. Within this, no one could change what love meant to those he loved. That is to say that living the dream of being alive may seem negligible for some, but for him, he intended to become far faster than he should. In that sense, he needed to go beyond. This was a battle, not even that. Something deeper…
Caos did not return to training. Well, not the way you think.
He returned to war.
Valdebebas was no longer enough and will never be. That is to say that this change could drag them back as if it were nothing. Now, life had come to take them. He claimed the entire southern training complex and the private gardens of the mansion as his new crucible. Dawn until long after midnight, the air itself seemed to bend around him. Well, after all, he was the shining start. THE FUCKING BLACK HOLE!
The three maids became more than companions that could not take upon what they became: extensions of the storm.
At 4:17 a.m., the backyard was already alive with impossible light, which may seem naive and impossible for the gooner and those who have no heart to overcome the human capacity. There is always something more to fight for. In this life, this shall be the beginning.
Caos moved through a new drill he called “Heart Fracture Protocol.”
He sprinted at 487 km/h , which was faster than any recorded object on land while juggling seven balls at once, each one programmed with random AI-defender holograms that lunged from different dimensions of space that he could imagine in his mind. That is to say that he accessed the powers of the tautological mind. Every time a hologram made contact, a sharp electric pulse hit his chest, straight over the heart, simulating emotional pain. In doing so, he was becoming divine.
Zeraphina stood at the edge of the grid, eyes fierce, controlling the intensity of the shocks with a custom tablet. Now, he had taken over the world. Now, he is beyond fiction.
Zeraphina:
Harder. You flinched on the last one. The heart doesn’t get to rest just because it’s breaking. Again. She was fucking huge. Her ginormous tits were bouncing all over the place. She never got tired.
Keyla ran alongside him in the outer lane, throwing medicine balls the size of small cars at unpredictable angles. Her red hair whipped wildly as she screamed encouragement and challenge in equal measure. it could be seen that she was serious enough to put on a show for him. After all, she loved him to death. In those little deeds, we can appreciate those we love.
Keyla:
You scored 430 goals while your heart was bleeding! Now make the bleeding useful! Use it! Turn every scar into speed! You need to go beyond the need to love those who can challenge what is normal to see. Now, you are the best! my amour. Mon liebe. You are everything to us! YOU CAN DO IT!
Michaela moved like a conductor in the center, adjusting holographic obstacles in real time while reciting tactical scenarios and emotional anchors aloud. Well, she seemed to be a bit tired. Had her mother seen it, she would be crying.
Michaela (calm but unrelenting):
Leonor’s choice. Sofía’s ambition. Your father’s silence. Feel them. Don’t run from them. Let the Chaos Heart absorb them and convert pain into singularity. Now Eclipse Vortex into Fatherless Phantom go! EXPLODE!
Caos exploded.
He performed a triple-layered impossible sequence never seen before:
- Leonor’s Eclipse : mid-air 540° spin while wrapped in violet light.
- Sofía’s Silence : a no-look back-heel that sent three holographic defenders into a quantum spin.
- Rafael’s Shadow : a 70-meter knuckleball launched while inverted, the ball curving in three different directions at once before slamming into the net with such force it left a visible crater in the reinforced goal.
He landed, chest heaving, violet energy crackling across his skin like living lightning. The maids rushed in immediately.
Zeraphina pressed ice packs and measured his heart rate. Keyla shoved a high-protein recovery shake into his hands while wiping sweat from his brow with surprising tenderness. Michaela checked the data logs, eyes shining with pride and concern.
Zeraphina:
Your heart rate spiked to 312 bpm during the sequence. The Chaos Heart is responding. Pain is becoming fuel. But you can’t keep doing this alone. This gets more and more dangerous as you do it. MY love! amore! ti amo! Take care of yourself! PLEASE!
Keyla:
We’re not just watching anymore. Tomorrow I’m running the reaction wall with you. Michaela’s taking the tactical overlays. Zera’s handling the physical shocks. We’re going to make your heart unbreakable by breaking it together. Oh come on! this should be your first priority! Get to do it!
Michaela (softly, placing a hand over his chest where the violet glow pulsed):
You’ve trained the body… YOU HAVE TRAINED THE SINGULARITY! You’ve trained the mind. Now we train the Chaos Heart. Every memory of Leonor. Every shadow of your father. Every sensation of pain in your life! Every threat from Sofía. We turn them into weapons. Not to destroy you to make you the weapon.
Caos looked at the three of them sweat-soaked, exhausted, yet radiating absolute loyalty.
Caos:
Then let’s break what’s left of me… so nothing in this world can ever break me again.
The next weeks became legend even among legends.
They created “The Heart Gauntlet” a 24-hour rotating cycle where Caos faced:
- Holographic recreations of Leonor walking away on the Bernabéu pitch while he tried to score.
- Spectral versions of his father watching silently from the sidelines.
- AI-generated Sofía delivering speeches about removing “the chaos from the throne.”
By the end of the month, something new had awakened.
When Caos entered full Chaos Heart Resonance, his eyes turned pure violet-gold, time seemed to dilate around him, and every movement carried the weight of every scar he had ever turned into power. He began scoring goals in training that literally bent light — balls disappearing and reappearing inside the net as if space itself surrendered.
One evening, after a session that left the backyard looking like a war zone, the four of them sat on the ruined grass watching the sunset.
Caos (voice quiet, almost reverent):
I used to train to fill holes.
Now I train so the holes become doors.
Thank you… for walking through them with me.
The maids leaned against him Zeraphina on his left, Keyla curled into his side, Michaela resting her head on his shoulder.
They were no longer just maids.
They were no longer girls.
They were not tools at all.
They knew it.
They were the keepers of the Chaos Heart.
And somewhere across Madrid, in a palace heavy with crowns and secrets, two princesses felt the shift in the air without knowing why.
The storm was no longer running.
Now, he was on the full will to power.
It was preparing.
To be continued…