If this World Were mine

One normal afternoon, Isa was watching TV and eating popcorn when something very strange happened. The screen started to shake, the colors mixed together, and suddenly — BOOM! — Isa was pulled right inside the TV!

When she opened her eyes, she was standing in the middle of Cartoon City, a crazy place where all the characters from her favorite shows lived together.

The first person she saw was SpongeBob, running in circles with his jellyfish net.

“Hi there! Are you new in town?” he asked.

Isa blinked. “Wait… am I inside a cartoon?!”

Before SpongeBob could answer, Shrek appeared riding Donkey, shouting:

“Somebody once told me there’s a problem in Cartoon City!”

Apparently, someone had stolen the Color Crystal, a magical gem that gave color to every cartoon in the world. Without it, all animations would turn black and white! 

Isa looked around. “Okay, this sounds serious… but also kind of awesome.”

Together with SpongeBob, Shrek, and Buzz Lightyear, Isa formed the Cartoon Rescue Team. Their mission: find the Color Crystal before everything lost its color!

They traveled through many crazy worlds — the underwater city of Bikini Bottom, the magical forest from Shrek, and even Andy’s room from Toy Story. Along the way, Isa used her creativity to solve problems:

In SpongeBob’s world, she drew a giant bubble boat to escape hungry jellyfish.

In Shrek’s swamp, she tricked Lord Farquaad using a fake royal invitation.

In Andy’s room, she repaired Buzz’s broken wing with tape and stickers.

Finally, they discovered that the villain was Gru (from Despicable Me), who had taken the Color Crystal because he thought it was candy for his Minions.

“Gru! That’s not candy!” Isa said.

Gru looked confused. “It’s not? Ohh… oops.”

Everyone laughed. Isa placed the crystal back in its place, and POOF! — all the colors returned. The sky turned blue again, SpongeBob’s tie became red, and Shrek’s swamp turned perfectly green.

Buzz saluted her. “To infinity… and a big thank you to Isa!”

Shrek smiled. “You’re officially part of the fairy-tale squad now.”

And SpongeBob gave her a jellyfish-shaped cookie as a gift.

Then, with a flash of light, Isa was back in her room, the TV playing normally again.

She looked at her popcorn and laughed.

As I stepped off the boat and onto the sandy beach, the warm sun on my skin and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore made me feel like I was a million miles away from everything. But I knew it was just an illusion. The same worries and doubts that had been swirling in my head for weeks were still there, waiting for me to face them. My name is Lua, and I’m 12 years old. I’m at that awkward age where childhood is fading away, but adolescence hasn’t quite kicked in yet. I’m supposed to know what I want, but the truth is, I’m still figuring it out. This summer, I embarked on a journey that would change everything…

Chapter 1: The Trip

I was sitting in the backseat of the car, staring out the window as the scenery whizzed by. My mom was driving, my dad was in the passenger seat, and my little brother, Leo, was sleeping in the seat next to me.

“Are we almost there?” I asked for the umpteenth time.

“Almost, Lua,” my mom replied, smiling in the rearview mirror. “Just a few more hours.”

I sighed and went back to staring out the window. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to our destination. We were going to spend the summer on a remote island with my dad’s family. I’d never been there before, but my dad had told me stories about the place when I was younger.

“Lua, are you okay?” my dad asked, turning around to face me.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied, trying to sound convincing.

But I wasn’t fine. I was worried about what was going to happen on the island. What if I didn’t make any friends? What if I got bored? What if…

“Lua, stop worrying,” my mom said, interrupting my thoughts. “It’s going to be fun, you’ll see.”

I forced a smile and went back to looking out the window. Maybe my mom was right. Maybe this summer would be exactly what I needed.

And then, something strange caught my eye. A small piece of paper was stuck to the back of the passenger seat. I leaned forward and pulled it out.

It was a map. An old map, with lines and symbols I didn’t recognize. And in the center of the map, there was an X.

“Hey, Dad,” I said, showing him the map. “What’s this?”

My dad looked at the map and his expression changed. He looked… surprised.

“Where did you find that?” he asked, his voice low.

“It was stuck to the seat,” I replied.

My dad looked at my mom, and I could sense a tension in the air.

“What is it?” I asked again.

But my dad just smiled and said, “Nothing, Lua. It’s just an old map. Don’t worry about it.”

But I was starting to worry. What was this map? And why was my dad acting so strange?

I folded the map and put it in my pocket. I knew I’d investigate further when I got the chance.

And then, the car turned a corner, and the island came into view. Its beauty took my breath away.

I was here. And I was ready to discover what this island had in store for me.

Chapter I:

Introduction of a Not-So-Heroic Hero

The Pokémon world: a magical place, filled with extraordinary beings that inspire people, and mysteries waiting to be solved around every corner. And all of that, with a companion by your side—one meant to stay with you through both the highest peaks and the lowest valleys. The perfect formula for a perfect adventure... or at least that’s how it feels when you’re growing up.

Every kid dreams of going out there, exploring, and leaving their mark on the world as a Champion. Whether in battles, contests, or even aiding researchers to learn more about the world we live in. Even if... most don’t even get the chance to dream such a thing, much less the opportunity to chase it.

“Renata! We’ll be leaving for a few hours, sweetie. We’ve called a nanny to take care of you while we’re gone. Behave, alright?”

“Okay, Mom! Bye!”

That was the last thing I heard before the door creaked shut behind them. And there I stood—alone at home, with only the sounds of my TV keeping me company. I watched the tournament rounds, contests, and showcase performances—all kinds of results from trainers around the world. Tales of the journeys of different people and their Pokémon, basking in the glory of achieving their dreams together.

Just like any child, that was my biggest goal. The one thing you’d dream about every night, the thing that made you sad when you woke up to realize it hadn't happened yet. But one thing I knew was that, as long as I lived where I did, there were many reasons my parents would never let me dream that high.

We lived in a small, forgotten neighborhood, full of winding alleys and far less exciting people. No tall grass and beautiful valleys filled with potential Pokémon friends. No professors to guide me on my journey—only the grey scenery of buildings and the everyday topics of study. But above all, my mother, for reasons I’ll probably never understand, is terrified of Pokémon. Whenever she sees—or in some cases, hears—of them, she starts shaking like a leaf, as if she’s on the verge of passing out. And Dad? Well... he had his years of adventuring, but ever since meeting Mom, his spine had vanished. He left his old partners in a nature reserve, visiting them only on weekends. He still told me stories of his years as a trainer, but even then, it was clear he always agreed with whatever Mom said.

The unfairness of it all weighed heavily on my mind. I longed to leave, to go out into the wild and carve out my own legacy, my own special place in the world—like other kids did when the time was right. But that dream felt unreachable.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

I assumed it was the nanny Mom mentioned—the one supposed to take care of me while they were away. But, grumbling about how early she’d arrived, I still went to open the door.

To my surprise... no one was there.

I looked around, confused. The nanny wasn’t there, and the person who had knocked had vanished. But then I noticed something. A box was sitting on the doorstep, with a tiny note attached to it. The note simply read, "To my dear Yuzuki."

Yuzuki? Was this a mistake? Did they get the address wrong? Or maybe it was some kind of prank?

But... a free package is a free package. I didn’t know anyone named Yuzuki. After confirming no one was watching, I picked it up and took it inside.

I was cautious as I opened the box. I remembered what my parents had always told me about things of unknown origin—how they could be dangerous. But I was too curious to just leave it alone. Carefully, I peeled away the tape and bubble wrap surrounding the box...

Inside, there was a Poké Ball.

It was the most excited I’d felt all month. No, all year! Finally! My first Pokémon friend! Was this just dumb luck? Or maybe fate? But at that point, it didn’t really matter. I carefully picked up the ball and, just like I’d seen in the tournaments on TV, I pressed the shiny silver button in the middle to see what little creature might be inside.

And that’s when everything really began. From the ball came my first friend—a purple feline creature that immediately stood up on two legs and looked up at me with big, adorable green eyes.

The first thing I did was scream and squeal in joy like a little kid getting a puppy for Christmas. I picked it up and started petting it in as many ways as I could without getting scratches all over my face.

The second thing I did was run over to the family computer and search for what the name of this Pokémon was as it followed me over to the table, meowing incessantly for more attention. After some frantic typing (and many spelling mistakes), I found out it was a Purrloin. According to the Pokédex, it was called the Devious Pokémon.

But 6-year-old me, like most kids that age, didn’t really care about titles or labels. I saw a cute Pokémon, and I treated it like one. For those first ten minutes, that’s exactly what it was—just a kid with her new friend.

Until the doorbell rang for real this time.

I panicked. I had to put the little creature back in its Poké Ball as fast as possible before whoever was supposed to look after me walked in.

But things didn’t end there. Not even close. Instead of being a good kid and telling my parents about the mysterious package with a Pokémon inside, I kept it a secret. Hidden away from my parents and anyone they hired to look after me for the week.

The sun was beginning to set behind the mountains of Beacon Hills, coloring the sky with shades of gold that looked like something out of a dream. In the open field where so many monsters had been defeated and so many stories had been made, lanterns hung between the trees, swaying gently in the wind. It was there, in the same place where they first met, that Scott and Allison were going to get married.

Stiles paced back and forth, arranging chairs that were already perfectly organized.

“Dude, calm down,” Lydia said, holding his arm. “They're getting married, not invoking a druid curse.”

Stiles sighed. “It’s just... they deserve a perfect day, you know?”

Lydia smiled. “They already have. They have each other.”

In the small cottage that served as a makeshift dressing room, Allison looked at herself in the mirror. The white dress fell lightly, delicately, as if it had been sewn from petals. Her hair was loose and wavy, with small white flowers tucked between the strands. It was simple, but it was her—strong and soft at the same time.

Her mother, Victoria Argent, was just a distant memory, but Allison could almost hear her voice: “Be brave, Allison.”

In the background, Melissa McCall was adjusting the last detail of the veil.

“You look beautiful,” Melissa said, her eyes shining. “Scott is going to faint.”

Allison smiled nervously. “I’m still afraid... not of marrying him, but of not being able to express everything he means to me.”

“You already have,” Melissa replied, squeezing her hand. “You brought Scott back to life when he was losing himself. You chose him even when you didn’t understand this world. And you kept choosing him. That’s love.”

Allison took a deep breath. “Let’s go... before I cry and ruin my makeup.”

Outside, Scott was trying to fix his tie for the fifth time. Derek, surprisingly patient, fixed it for him.

“You’ve fought alphas, berserkers, psychopathic hunters... and this makes you nervous?” Derek teased.

Scott gave a small smile. “It’s different. I’m not fighting for her... I’m living for her.”

Derek nodded. It was rare to see him smile, but this time, he did. “You deserve this, Scott. We all deserve peace. But you... you deserve love.”

The music started. Everyone stood up. Scott felt his heart race in such a human way that he even forgot the wolf part for a moment.

And then she appeared. Allison walked slowly down the aisle of light formed by the lanterns. Her eyes met his, and the world seemed to hold its breath. Each step she took was a piece of the past being healed, and a piece of the future being promised.

When she got close, Scott whispered: “You’re everything I’ve ever hoped for... and more.”

Allison smiled, holding his hand tightly. “And you are everything I choose... today and always.”

Carla, a druid friend of Deaton’s, began the ceremony, talking about balance, courage, and the strength of two hearts that survive even when fate tries to separate them.

When it was time for the vows, Scott took a deep breath.

“Allison... you were my first true love. But today... you became my forever. I promise to be your partner in every battle and every peaceful day. I promise to laugh with you, cry with you, and hold your hand until our lives are at stake. You are light. And I will spend the rest of my life deserving you.”

Allison’s eyes were already filled with tears.

“Scott McCall... you taught me that love is not weakness. Love is courage. It is humanity. It is choice. I choose you... in every version of our future. I choose your smile, your kindness, your doubts, and your certainties. I choose to be with you until the end—and start all over again if necessary.”

They exchanged rings—simple, silver ones with small occult symbols engraved on the inside. Lydia and Stiles cried without any effort to hide it.

When the druid finally said, “You may kiss,” Scott held Allison’s face with both hands and kissed her with a passion that seemed charged with years of longing and eternity.

The lanterns around them shone even brighter, as if the forest itself was celebrating with them.

And for the first time in a long time... Beacon Hills was at peace.

At least for that night.

                 synopsis. 

“I told you I could barely breathe through my nose, and you covered my mouth. Now, on my deathbed, I wonder, was it worth it? My time? My life?”

The story of yet another victim of Hanahaki disease… yet another victim of love.

                          1

 Hanahaki Disease, a Japanese legend where, upon having a broken heart, the individual not only drowns in pure sorrow, but also in roses. That is, upon having a broken heart, flowers begin to sprout in their lungs, drowning, suffocating, killing them. In the end, dead flowers are seen beside their body at their bedside… This is not limited to just roses, but to any flower. Perhaps they are roses, representing love; or even beautiful anemones, which the Greeks said represented sadness. But is this disease really just a legend?

   [...]

March 16, 1913, Taisho era, Japan.

 She choked, spat out roses, cried, and grumbled. The love she had longed for was now with another, and she? She was desperate. With a vomit, a rose lay on the ground, stained with blood on the white snow, which already covered the entire floor.

 But what happened to this poor girl? She is so beautiful, with straight black hair and brown eyes that so resemble coffee. Her smooth skin, her almond-shaped eyes, and her moist lips. She is perfect, she should be perfect. Obedient, calm, kind… Even so, he doesn't love her. No, he loves another, he loves his sister. Who, so commonly, was called Nanami.

  Nanami was also beautiful, and this girl, named Chihiro, couldn't refuse. Perhaps it was his sister's confident demeanor, who once had the personality of a bull… perhaps it was his sister's stupidity, which wasn't recognized for its great intelligence… Even so, he preferred Nanami. He preferred his sister.

[...]

One winter afternoon, Chihiro went for a walk. The pine trees were covered in snow, the cold touched her skin. She shivered; not even this beautiful kimono, which was expensive, could warm her from the coldness of her heart, now surrounded by flowers that were slowly killing her. Few noticed her illness; her slowness to get up, her weakness when walking, the constant coughs, the petals that were slowly accumulating in her small room. Few noticed this. And one of those few was her lady-in-waiting, who suggested to her parents that she hire a wet nurse to care for her, to care for her wounded heart.

Even so, stubbornly, she decided to go out. Her Zōri dragged through the white snow, which didn't even dare touch her feet. And perhaps it was a mistake, because when she raised her head, she saw her love. He looked beautiful in the dim light of the cloudy sky, his hair swaying in the wind, before his hand adjusted his glasses. Then, to her happiness, or perhaps unhappiness, he saw her and approached her.

—Mrs. Shimizu, have you seen your sister?" 

She forced a smile, her lips now dry and cracking from the cold. Even with his pale skin and tired eyes, he didn't even dare to worry about her. No… what mattered was his sister. His beloved sister, who also shared the surname Shimizu…

He used to be so much more… romantic. Maybe it was all in her head… but… she could even remember when he stayed by her side day and night because of her flu, when he protected her from gossip, when he brought her roses every day. But now the roses that bloom inside her, inside her chest. She could even feel suffocated by it.

—No, Mr. Fujiwara. There isn't any… Maybe Nanami is in her room… she's quite vain.

Her voice barely escaped her throat, it sounded more like a choke than false kindness, before she coughed. And without a “is everything alright?”, he raised his eyebrows.

—That makes sense.

He lifted his chin, heading towards the house that could be seen looking to the left. Leaving her there, in this cold, under a cherry tree where even the blossoms no longer bloom. This made her want to cry, but instead of tears, small petals rolled down her cheek, falling to the ground and adding color to the white snow…

 Later, at dinner, a young woman entered the room, her hair tied back and wearing a simple blue kimono. Her father, named Yuji Shimizu, and her mother, formerly Haruka Shimizu, sat at the table with such elegance and grandeur. Her father stammered in a strong tone, drawing his daughters' attention.

—My spring flowers, I heard that Chihiro has been weak lately… So I brought a nursemaid for her. Call her Natsuki Ishida. She came from the north just to treat you.

Chihiro heard him, and then gazed at the young woman, who bowed and thanked her for her hospitality…

[...]

Now there was no escape; everyone knew of her condition. Unable to bear it much longer, in her room, she vomited roses. This caught the attention of the nurse, who hurried over and caught her. Opening her throat, she saw a small flower root lodged there. The nurse knew what it was, what it caused, and how to treat it.

—Miss Shimizu, let me pull the love out through your nose. If this isn't done, I fear your death, as in many other cases," Natsuki murmured, with experience and a hand already ready for such a procedure.

—But Mrs. Ishida… I can't give up on a love like this… Perhaps… there's still a chance he'll love me… I can't simply—

And Ishida interrupted her, firmly holding her wrists.

—Yes, you can. What good is it to love and not be loved? There's no happiness, no affection. Only loneliness. Miss Shimizu, I don't know the man, much less what happened… But I know one thing: if you don't stop loving him, he will kill you. Not with his own hands, but with Hanahaki. Please cooperate.

Mrs. Ishida practically begged, imploring her understanding, and even with her determination, Chihiro didn't give in. Protecting what would kill her, hoping that there was still some way to happiness in this love. And unable to do anything, Natsuki left the room, leaving her there.

Everyone was in the classroom when suddenly, they were all teleported to the afterlife. In this strange place, they were given a choice: each of them could receive a power.

As they each gained their powers, they found themselves in a forest, separated from each other. They each received a map, which led them to a cave. The first ones to arrive were Antônia, Arthur, Logan, Theo, and Sofia. They began climbing through the cave to wait for the others to catch up.

The powers they received were as follows:

Arthur: Water

Antônia: Earth

Logan: Air

Theo: Fire

Sofia: Lightning

Arthur and Antônia were planting. Antônia used her earth power to plant fruits and vegetables, while Arthur watered the plants with his water power. Theo used his fire power to start a bonfire, and Logan and Sofia went fishing. Logan used his wind power to throw the fish into the air, and Sofia used her lightning power to catch the fish with a strike.

After fishing, they made their way back to the cave, where they roasted the fish to eat. When the fish ran out, Sofia and Theo went off to hunt wild boar, as they were tired of eating fish (though the fish were fresh). Logan couldn’t help because he was sleeping.

Theo and Sofia hunted the wild boars, and when they returned, a giant wild boar attacked the group at the cave. Theo threw a fireball, but the boar dodged it. Sofia struck the boar with a lightning bolt to its head, killing it. The wild boar provided enough meat for the group to last a whole week, or until the others arrived.

Since Theo and Sofia had done the hunting, they didn’t help prepare the meat. However, Sofia had to step in, as she was the only one who knew how to prepare it. With the meat ready, the group went to sleep.

The next day, they woke up in a new universe, one that seemed to be based on a manual for assassins, specifically for "Good Year Girls." They were now in pairs and trios. Sofia and Antônia were a duo, while Theo, Arthur, and Logan formed a trio.

The boys encountered a man named Ravi, who was being mugged. They helped him, with Arthur creating a water barrier to protect Ravi, while Logan and Theo dealt with the bandits. Once the problem was solved, the boys asked Ravi for help in finding the girls. Ravi agreed to help them.

Meanwhile, the girls had encountered Pip, who helped them so they wouldn’t get lost. With Pip’s guidance, they eventually reunited with the boys. After explaining the situation to Ravi and Pip, they decided to work together to find a way back home.

1899: The Era of the Gunslingers Comes to an End

After an unsuccessful robbery of a train carrying hundreds of dollars to the Blackwater bank, the Callahan's Scoundrels gang begins to be pursued by the government and the Pinkertons, the agency responsible for hunting and capturing gangs that hinder the march of progress. They are forced to hide in an old coal mining town near the mountains called Colter.

Upon arrival, the gang leader, Callahan himself, finds himself having to go out in the middle of a blizzard with his son Silas Croft, "The Mute," who never questions orders no matter how much blood he has to shed, and the biggest swindler in the Old West named Thomas Rourke, "The Nail." Together, they go in search of supplies and find a farm.

"Well, gentlemen," says The Nail, "it seems we’ve found a safe place."

Silas replies, "But it doesn't look like they want outsiders spoiling the party."

Hearing the conversation, Callahan says, "That won't be a problem, I'll go there alone, that way it will be less suspicious, and you two hide nearby. If there's trouble, don’t let them draw their weapons first, understand you wretches!?"

Thomas says, "As you wish, boss."

Silas says, "Just don't lose your head this time, Nail."

Thomas, in a mocking tone, replies, "Of course, just don’t kill the town sheriff in front of the whole town."

Callahan intervenes in the discussion, "Are the two damsels finished yet? Then let's go!"

So the three men put the plan into action. Silas hides behind a fallen tree near the house door while Thomas hides behind a wagon in front of the door. Callahan goes and knocks on the door, saying, "Hello, could someone provide help to a poor traveler who is lost and cold!?"

From inside, the noise ceases after a short wait. The door opens, revealing a man wearing black clothes with a green scarf around his neck. While they talk, Thomas looks inside the wagon and finds a body wearing farmer’s clothes.

Upon seeing this, Thomas warns Silas of the discovery and tells him to prepare for a fight. Callahan, analyzing the man’s clothes, realizes that he is a member of their rival gang, The Crossroads Devils, so a shootout begins between the members of the two gangs.

Even though The Crossroads Devils have more men, nothing compares to the skills of the best gunmen in Callahan's Scoundrels gang, but they don’t come out of this conflict completely unscathed. Thomas was stabbed in the buttock when he was surprised from behind by a member of the other gang.

Now inside the house, riddled with bullet holes and blood everywhere, they gather all the essential resources while Silas loads the horses. Old Callahan takes care of Thomas’s wounded backside, who doesn’t stop insulting the men they just killed.

After a while, they return to the camp in the old town but notice something strange: dozens of horse tracks. Then, they are surprised by dozens of law enforcement officers with nowhere to run. Realizing the situation, Thomas begins to talk to the police and suddenly draws his weapon, starting a shootout that creates a large enough distraction for Silas and Callahan to mount their horses again, grab their rifles, and start firing so Thomas can escape with them.

But when he turns around, he is shot and falls.

Seeing this, Silas tries to help Thomas but is stopped by Callahan, who forces him to mount the horse and flee, leaving that battlefield behind. After witnessing the death of his best friend and the arrest of all his companions, Silas decides to leave that life while he still can and honor Thomas’s sacrifice. But Callahan still has a plan—one last heist so they can live peacefully in New Mexico.

Silas agrees, and they both go to free two members of the gang, the Boone brothers. First, they free the older one, Maurren, known as "Red," and then the younger one, little Jesse, nicknamed "Spark" because of his talent with explosives. Together, the four plan to rob a casino boat that was sailing in the waters of the first major city, Saint Denis.

The heist was going as planned, but at the moment of the escape, after arriving at the hideout, a cave whose existence no one knew, they were ambushed by the police. Seeing this, Callahan connected the dots: they had been betrayed by a rat, and that rat was Maurren, who had been captured on the day of the train robbery but released on the condition that he betray his companions.

It was a Friday night and the São Paulo gymnasium was packed. Everyone was shouting, clapping, and holding signs. On stage, on one side, was the FURIA team, which was like the monsters of Counter-Strike: FalleN, KSCERATO, arT, chelo, and yuurih. On the other side, the underdogs, the team that nobody thought would reach the final: Heteros Alphas, with Enrique, Pisko, Victor, Matheus, and Felipe.

The guys were nervous, but also excited. They had been friends since school, played together since the LAN house days, and always dreamed of that moment. Now it was real.

Map 1 – Mirage

The game began. The announcer shouted “GO, GO, GO!” and the roar of the crowd made the ground tremble. FURIA started strong, as always. arT advanced like a madman, taking everyone by surprise. But at bomb site A, Enrique held firm, sprayed beautifully, and took down two FURIA players.

“COME ON, ENRIQUE!” shouted Pisko, who was in the middle trying to catch the guys from the side.

Even so, FURIA was very organized. KSCERATO cleared the entire bomb site and the round was theirs. The score kept going and it became 10-5 for FURIA. It seemed like it was over.

During the break, the Heteros Alphas were a bit downcast, until Felipe, who almost never spoke, blurted out:

— “Relax, warriors. I invoked the spirit of the clutch shaman. Now the game turns around.”

Everyone burst out laughing. The tension vanished instantly, and the team’s energy returned.

After that, it even seemed like the shaman had truly blessed them. Matheus started landing some absurd AWP shots, and Victor opened bomb site B with perfect grenades. The crowd started to believe.

Suddenly, it was 15-14 for FURIA, but the Heteros Alphas didn't give up. Enrique had a crazy idea: fake on A and run to B. FalleN fell for the bait. They planted the bomb and Felipe worked his magic—he fired two dry shots with his Desert Eagle and won the round.

It was tied. 15-15!

In overtime, hearts were racing faster than time. In the last round, Enrique was alone against two FURIA players. He took a deep breath, turned his aim, and landed a headshot. Then another.

19-17 for the Heteros Alphas.

The crowd went wild. The impossible had happened.

Map 2 – Inferno

FURIA got serious. FalleN's gaze seemed to cut through the air.

But the Heteros Alphas were confident. Pisko went all in through the carpet, Victor threw grenades as if calculating with a ruler, and Felipe held the pit with composure.

Even so, FURIA showed why they were giants. arT made insane plays and KSCERATO landed an ace that made the entire arena scream “FURIAAAA!”

The game was tied 13-13 and everyone was sweating bullets.

In the decisive round, the Heteros Alphas were broken. Pisko only had a pistol and Victor a MAC-10.

— “Trust me, guys. This is our round,” said Victor, laughing.

They entered bomb site B like crazy. Enrique jumped through the smoke and killed arT. Pisko picked up an AK from the ground, turned, and took down yuurih. The crowd fell silent. They planted the bomb.

Only FalleN remained. He tried to disarm it, but Felipe turned and landed a clean headshot.

16 to 13. Heteros Alphas are the champions. Of the Major.

After the Game

The five looked at each other, somewhat in disbelief. Enrique knelt on the stage, Matheus shouted, Pisko threw his mouse in the air, Victor hugged Felipe, crying.

FURIA went to them and congratulated them. FalleN, with his calm demeanor, hugged Enrique and said: “Today you played like legends.”

The crowd gave them a standing ovation.

And there, amidst the lights, the Alpha Heteros understood that they were no longer just a group of friends playing for fun. They were the team that defeated giants. The team that proved that, with friendship, courage, and a little faith in the shaman, even the impossible can happen.