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 sky above Turin was bruised purple with storm clouds and floodlights.


Inside the Allianz Stadium, the roar was biblical, straight out of those OG Pharoah and Egypt tales as white and black flags rippled like the sea in a storm, Barcelona being the red sea that the Turin crowd had to pass.


Banners of old heroes waved above a fevered crowd so loud their noise shook the stadium. The home fans believed, no, they demanded a miracle tonight.


Despite being one of the biggest clubs with the most storied history in Italian football history, Juventus were yet to lift the UEFA Champions League trophy once.


Down 3–1 against Barcelona from the first leg, they had no choice but to bleed for redemption. They needed a miracle.


Barca started with their regular formation, Hansi Flick starting his best XI that he already finalized days ago in training.


Chapter 128 - The cauldron of Turin