One month.
Thirty days of brutal training against SeraphAI-ZEUS.
Blood, tears, digital sweat and delayed meals.
The girls from Seraphim.exe were sharp like a blade that cuts before being wielded.
But until then, no top team from the Phoenix Empire had agreed to do a scrim against them.
Fear? Pride? Boycott?
They didn't know.
Until…
The technical assistant entered the training room with an expression hard to decipher — something between "is this for real?" and "you won't believe this."
"Girls…" she said, holding a tablet. "A team finally accepted a BO5 with you."
Silence.
Five pairs of eyes turned with the speed of a precise skillshot.
"What?! Who?" Lisa asked, straightening in the gamer chair.
"The team from Aurelius Wolves."
Tifany raised an eyebrow. "Aurelius…? Those dudes from the league's top 5? The ones who act all high and mighty on stream?"
Larissa scoffed. "Only if it's because of their hair. Mechanically they're good, but…"
Marisa adjusted her headset on her neck. "Ok… but why now? After a whole month running away like rats?"
Coach Letícia appeared at the door, arms crossed, impassive expression. "Because Tycoon offered fifty million dollars for them to play the BO5 with you."
A new silence fell.
Thicker.
More cynical.
Lisa was the first to react. "…Ah. The old and faithful reason."
Tifany laughed. "Money moves mountains."
Luna, who was listening from afar in a holographic call, joined the call: "And if money moves mountains, how about we become an earthquake?"
The girls laughed.
Lisa spun her chair, grabbing her mouse. "Ok, let's crush their egos. Since they're here for the money, they'll leave with an emotional invoice."
Letícia smirked. "The BO5 starts in two hours. I want all of you warmed up, coffee on the table, no fooling around."
Riot Phoenix released a special room for non-public official scrims, where teams could train safely with internal streaming for tactical analysis.
But none of that stopped the hype from exploding on X (Twitter).
"Aurelius Wolves finally going to face Seraphim.exe?"
"How much was the bribe?"
"50 MILLION TO EAT A 3-0 LOLLLLL"
"If the girls win, the competitive scene is going to explode."
And in the league's secret Discord…
"If they lose, there's no excuse."
"If they win… dude… they're really real."
Two hours later
Both teams were connected.
Letícia was on voice channel with the girls. "Remember: it's not just about winning. It's about showing that your existence redefines this scene. Play with the calm of those who don't need to prove anything — but with the coldness of those who'll cut any digital throat in their path."
Lisa cracked her fingers. "So today's the day we stop being urban legend and become a real nightmare."
In Game 1, the Seraphim team starts slow, studying the human patterns of the Wolves. At 15 minutes, they turn a fight at Dragon and get a clean ace. At 22, GG.
In Game 2, the enemy team tries to snowball. But Marisa makes a triple countergank and Laura activates "psychopath sorceress" mode. GG at 18 minutes.
Finally, in Game 3, Lisa picks her Tristana. The enemy team's internal chat tilts. At 7 minutes she has a quadra kill. The team rolls like an avalanche.
GG. 3-0.
Letícia takes off her headset. "Fifty million well spent."
One day after the crushing victory over the Aurelius Wolves, Riot Imperial Phoenix released the announcement that shook the e-sports scene:
"Official Season of League of Legends — Phoenix Empire — starts in 1 month!"
"Teams will have four weeks to present rosters, carry out official trainings and participate in media events. The community's favorite team will receive the honorary title of 'Team of the Stars'."
The news hit the concrete wall that was Seraphim.exe's rest day.
Letícia was sitting with a cup of jasmine tea, while the players were lazily spread around the gamer mansion, dressed in luxury pajamas, crocs, and skincare tiaras.
"Girls…" Letícia said, crossing her legs with a contained smile. "The popular vote just ended."
"Cool…" murmured Larissa, her head on Marisa's lap.
"So, we came in… last, right?" asked Tifany, biting a donut with edible glitter.
Letícia chuckled. "You came in first."
The room went silent.
One of those heavy silences.
Almost… offensive.
"What?" Lisa blinked three times, as if she'd misheard.
"I think you read it wrong." said Laura, picking up her tablet. "We didn't even do interviews, don't have a YouTube channel, didn't…"
"Check for yourselves." Letícia shrugged and pointed to the big screen.
The holographic screen lit up, and the girls saw the numbers.
Absurd.
Seraphim.exe's Instagram (official account): 207 million followers
Lisa: 183M
Larissa: 68M
Marisa: 71M
Laura: 88M
Tifany: 60M
TikTok, Twitter, Twitch, Kick, Discord, YouTube...
Equally monstrous numbers.
"MY GOD." Larissa said, eyes wide. "I didn't even do ONE TikTok dance!"
"Apparently you don't need to, fairy." commented the technical assistant, entering the room with a clipboard. "By the way, the whole world is calling you Tycoon Fairies."
Lisa raised her eyebrows. "Fairies?"
"Yes. Because you showed up out of nowhere, are all gorgeous, monstrously good at LoL, wear perfect Tycoon outfits, have otherworldly skincare, and still make LUX sell like holy water."
Laura made a face. "What kind of witchcraft is this?"
The assistant laughed. "Marketing."
Letícia crossed her arms. "And presence. You don't realize it, but just the fact that you are women in an all-women's team, signing absurd contracts, and crushing male teams, creates the kind of narrative the world loves… and hates at the same time."
On international forums:
"Tycoon is breaking the competitive scene… stylishly."
"I used to play LoL. Now I just watch these fairies and buy LUX."
"Imagine losing to girls and still earning less than them. "
"Seraphim.exe = Final boss of competitive."
Back at the gamer mansion.
Tifany sighed. "Ok… so now we're famous?"
Lisa widened her eyes at the number of DMs. "My ex from three years ago messaged me saying she misses me…"
Laura raised her tablet. "An Arab sheik offered me a harem… with just me."
Marisa let out a nervous laugh. "A Hollywood agency wants to turn my story into a movie… but wants it to be a musical."
Letícia just laughed. "Welcome to multiversal celebrity level. Now go train. Because in a month… the world will be watching."
In another place, nearby, on the golden slopes of the noblest region of Phoenix — where even the wind seemed to ask permission to pass — Luna was dressed in a white sports outfit while playing a solo tennis match against an automated wall — a sports robot that returned each ball she launched with perfection.
Tic
Tac!
BANG!
The ball bounced on the ground, hit the robot and returned in a flawless parabola.
Luna took elegant steps, playing with precision and no rush, as if she were just dancing with the morning.
That's when her golden quartz wristwatch vibrated.
She froze mid-movement.
The ball bounced twice on the ground and escaped the court.
She frowned. "What is it now, ÆVA? Another cyberattack in Japan? Nikoly dealt with that yesterday…"
But it wasn't ÆVA.
A bluish hologram projected with a golden seal slowly spinning.
[TYCOON™ SYSTEM]
[PRIORITY ALERT]
[BETA PHASE HAS BEEN FINALIZED. SYSTEM ACTIVATING OFFICIAL STATE.]
Luna stopped. Furrowed her brow. "Beta…? What do you mean… beta?"
The hologram expanded and a text began to form — a long, elegant text, almost like a letter from a celestial being.
[Official Message from the Tycoon™ System to Luna Malroth]
"Congratulations, bearer of the Seed.
Over the past few months, even being dragged to the corrupt heart of global capitalism, you did not stray from your principles.
You created the Malroth Foundation, with direct impact on the eradication of rare genetic diseases, environmental campaigns in all 10 continents, and luxurious shelters for refugees.
You rejected billions in bribes. Ignored offers of industrial sabotage. Laughed in the face of corrupt bankers.
For this reason, Luna Malroth: You are, in the eyes of the System, the most eligible woman for the Nobel Peace Prize (unofficial branch).
The Beta Phase ends today."
Luna stood still for a moment, feeling the breeze hit her skin and the message echo within her like a silent symphony.
She raised an eyebrow. "So all this… was a test?"
The system continued.
[Reward Package Released]
– US$100,000,000,000.00
– Regenerative fabric manufacturing
– Protection against global economic sabotage
– System upgrade to Omnigestão Mode
Attention: From now on, the Cash 100x effect applied to the Malroth Foundation will be removed. The effect was granted during the Beta Phase to stabilize humanitarian infrastructure.
Luna made an almost childlike face upon seeing that. "Oh no… removing the 100x effect is emotional damage."
She crossed her arms and muttered with a smirk. "But… alright. The foundation is already generating billions on its own now. I'll allow it."
The system concluded with one final message:
[Keep creating, leading, innovating… and smiling, Luna.
You are the heart of Tycoon.
— Tycoon™ System, Official Mode Initiated.]
Luna looked to the sky. Silent. Reflective.
Then she smiled — that calm, arrogant, almost angelic smile. "Throw the ball back. I'm ready for the next match."
The ball bounced on the ground with precision and speed.
Luna twirled the racket in her fingers and returned to the court.
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