Striker of the Gods

In the final match of La Liga, Caos scored four goals against Barcelona.

His performance sealed Real Madrid's victory and secured his place as one of the league's top scorers this season. Fans now watch with wild anticipation, waiting to see what kind of chaos he'll unleash in the Champions League.

Within the first six minutes, he let loose a 45-yard missile that cracked through the air like thunder. The net bulged, the stadium trembled, and Caos celebrated with defiant joy. Analysts across Europe called it the mark of his international breakout.

"Chaos. Order shall reign forever. Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure," Maat muttered from across the field, watching Caos celebrate. His cryptic words lingered above the game like smoke before a storm.

Then came the counterattack.

Caos snatched the ball and slipped past defenders with a series of Marseille turns. A rainbow flick followed. Then, with a delicate chip, he scored his second goal. The crowd went mad. Fists in the air. Flares lit.Caos was dancing. The match was his.

"¡GOOOOOL! ¡Le ha dejado en pañales! Qué golazo. Aura farming," the commentator shouted, voice shaking as the stadium exploded in applause.

But the energy on the pitch was shifting.

"Real Madrid will pay for this," growled Lamine Yamal, staring daggers across the field after losing a duel against Caos. His jaw clenched. His eyes burned. He wasn't going to let this match write the final chapter.

Caos struck again.

At seventy miles per hour, he sprinted past the midfield and unleashed a shot too fast for Peña to even react. The ball tore through the net.A third goal.

Lamine's fists clenched. His heart pounded. He'd let this one slip, but the war wasn't over. It had only begun. Every mistake would become fuel. Every humiliation a reason to evolve.

Then came a lifeline for Barcelona.

In the 45th minute, Maat scored. A thunderous strike that cut the margin and sparked a fire in the Catalans' hearts. The crowd roared in unison. The team huddled. Pedri clapped Maat on the back, and Lamine nodded through gritted teeth.

"Come on," Maat urged, locking eyes with them both. "This is more than a game. We're winning. Don't get down now."

Pedri straightened. Lamine breathed deep. Barcelona wasn't out—not yet.

The second half was coming. And with it, more war.

To be continued…