Striker of the Gods

If the first season was a warning, the second was domination.

Fueled by a military-grade training regime, Daniel returned to Valdebebas transformed. His teammates saw it immediately: his body was leaner, faster, more explosive. But it wasn't just physical. His mind had become a weapon. With a seven-stage daily program that bordered on madness, he evolved from a prodigy into a legend in progress.

Caos's top sprint speed reached 80.4 km/h, outpacing even Mbappé. His 360° Agility Maze times became benchmarks for the entire squad. Defenders couldn't read him. He was a blur, and then—goal. His reaction time dipped below 200 milliseconds, making him lethal in tight spaces and sudden breaks.

He trained with 10,000 touches per day inside a one-meter grid, sharpening his first touch until it was the sharpest in La Liga. Seven weak-foot volleys. Four off-balance screamers from outside the box. And thanks to his One-Touch Finish Frenzy drills, he became a scoring machine: 62 goals in La Liga, 19 in the Champions League, ten of those with just a single touch.

He outjumped center backs, shoved off veterans, and ran as if fatigue didn't exist. His strength training turned him into a hybrid between a gymnast and a warrior. Commentators began calling him "The Final Form of a Footballer."

He used everything—visualization, cold plunges, breath control. Pressure didn't crack him. In the UCL semi-final second leg at Anfield, he silenced the Kop with a 90th-minute winner, then dropped into a meditation pose before the roaring crowd.

📈 Records Broken in Season 2

Most goals in a second La Liga season: 62

Most weak-foot goals in a season: 29

Youngest player to reach 100 career goals for Real Madrid

Fastest hat-trick in El Clásico history: 6 minutes

Highest sprint speed ever recorded in La Liga

🎖️ Titles and Honors

La Liga Champion

UEFA Champions League Winner

Golden Boot

Supercopa Winner

Ballon d'Or (1st place, age 16)

UEFA Best Forward

Real Madrid Player of the Season

Caos's second season wasn't just about numbers.

It was about fear.

The fear he carved into defenders.The fear his name evoked in tunnel whispers.The fear that he was just getting started.

To be continued...