At dawn, Caos was already up, and well, the usual happened: Caos ran to Bernabeu and back to his manor in Madrid, reaching 99 km/h. Something rare even in racing competitions, which made people even wonder if he had lost his freaking mind.

“Jilipollas. ¿Qué haces tan temprano aquí, carajo? Me has dado un susto de muerte, ostia tio,” says someone who saw him passing by despite knowing that he was Caos. He chuckled at the surprised onlooker, his adrenaline still pumping from the rush of speed.

“Just getting some early morning laps in,” he replied, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he prepared for another round.

“Chaos. Corres AQUI? DEJAME ALCANZARTE AQUI. Pero que mamado estas,” says one of his fans, attempting the impossible. With a determined look, Caos turned to see his fan sprinting after him, clearly out of breath but fueled by enthusiasm.

“You’ve got to pick up the pace if you want to keep up!” he called back, laughing as he effortlessly glided ahead, the thrill of the chase igniting the morning air around them.

“¡Vaya, qué prisas llevas!” says an overly attractive girl in her 20s, giving him a flirty glance in her pink outfit with a good skirt. Caos couldn’t help but smile at her playful tone, feeling a sudden rush of energy. With a wink, he picked up his speed, eager to impress both his fan and the captivating girl in pink, unaware of the adventure that lay just ahead.

On his way back, he got so much attention that 60 people were trying to equal his pace, albeit unsuccessfully doing so. One of his blue memories ran through his mind. Immediately, he got to see the most unbearable mirage image, which made him reach 110 km/h. As he soared past the crowd, the exhilarating rush of wind whipped through his hair, fueling his determination. Little did he know, the mirage was not just a trick of the mind; it was a sign of the incredible challenge that awaited him at the next turn.

“And remember, Caos, someday you will get a wife. That day will come, and you will no longer need me.” Says Chaos’s mother, trying to teach her son. Chaos paused for a moment, the weight of her words settling in his mind like the fading echoes of the cheers below. He shook off the doubt, focusing instead on the thrilling journey ahead, where love and destiny awaited him just around the bend.

“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy.’ They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.” He thought to himself, reminiscing about what he lost. At least, he once held her dear in his heart.

He ran so fast that he reached his manor, where Michaela and Keyla got alarmed seeing Caos in distress despite knowing how powerful Caos is.

To be continued…

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