It was already a week since the 2026 FIFA World Cup.

A week since the football world trembled.

A week since Sam almost singlehandedly sank a nation at an epic FIFA World Cup final clash.

A week later, the football world still trembled.

Samuel Moses, the 20 year old Nigerian phenomenon, had carried his nation to an unprecedented World Cup final, scoring a hat trick in the ultimate battle and earning both the Golden Boot and Golden Ball awards. 

Though it ended in heartbreak, Sam’s name was etched into eternity as the greatest African player the world had ever seen… at just 20.

But this was no overnight miracle.

From the dusty streets of Abraka, Nigeria, where barefoot dreams chased deflated balls, to dazzling crowds at Enyimba FC, to shocking England, going on a generational run with Fulham FC. All of it was documented in history.

Then came FC Barcelona… where he became a legend in just his debut season. Alongside these club triumphs were his exploits for country.

Yet… this is just the beginning.

This is the sequel to Rise of a Football God.

It follows Sam as he returns home for the first time since becoming a global icon, wrestling with fame, destiny, and the colossal pressure of being called “the savior of African football”.

With every match, every record shattered, every rival silenced, he forges a path toward the pantheon of immortals.

But greatness demands sacrifice. 

Legends are not born, they are forged in fire. And for Samuel Moses, the journey to becoming the Football God had only just begun. 

[“It’s time to forge a legacy.”]

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[NOTE: For those that are curious, yes, the system still plays a role in his development, but it’s no longer as prominent as when it helped him build his foundation. Now, Sam is already established, so expect less system interaction.]

The air inside the Park des Princes' away locker room was thick with silence, broken only by the hiss of showers as players washed their faces and the thud of boots against tiles.


Players slumped on benches, jerseys clinging to their backs, eyes dark with frustration.


Paris was roaring, stomping on their pride. Their pride was wounded.


Hansi Flick marched in, his face carved with steel, his voice cutting through the gloom like a blade. There was no hesitation in his face as he started.


"Look at me," he barked, eyes sweeping across Pedri, Gavi, Yamal, Raphinha, and then finally, Sam. "Is this Barcelona?!" HE roared.


"Is this the team that tore Europe apart last season? The team that lifted the Champions League? The team with the best player in the world?!"


"Oh, you guys think it's enough with just 1 Champions League?"


Chapter 103 - PSG vs Barca- A clash of Pride