Thiago has nothing—no money, no connections, not even shoes.

Just raw talent, a dream, and a strange System only he can see.

From the streets of Rio to the world stage, this is the story of a boy who plays to survive—and fights to rise.

The locker room buzzed with the kind of quiet intensity only a final could summon. The air hung thick with the scent of sweat, deep heat spray, and the faint metallic tang of blood from a split lip someone had quickly patched up. No shouting. No joking. Just short breaths through clenched teeth, the rustle of tape being redone, boots being retightened with sharp tugs. Water bottles passed between hands that wouldn't stop vibrating with adrenaline, condensation dripping onto the tile floor.


Chapter 73 - Chapter 73 – Narrow Margins