2025-07-06 13:00:34Andre stared at his screen like it was a hallucination. The video was real Him. Training alone. Recorded in the grainy glow of that rusted streetlight. It had already hit 870,000 views and was climbing by the second. No captions. No hashtags. Just the raw clip.
And the comments… “Who is this kid?!”
“Tell me this isn’t a movie.”
“The hunger in his eyes. This is why I love the game.”
“Yo, someone sign this boy NOW.”
“Leagues better than half the current roster of the Knicks.”
Andre’s hands shook. He stumbled into his tiny bathroom, splashed cold water on his face. Looked into the cracked mirror. Same eyes. Same scars. Same kid from yesterday. But somehow, the world was seeing something else now.
By the time he got dressed for work, he had 1,209 unread messages. And counting. One came from a sports journalist: “Interview? You’re the story of the week.”
Another from a burner account: “Meet me at 4 p.m., Fulton Café. No media. Just talk.” – CM
He had no idea who “CM” was. Probably a scam. But something about the message felt... real. At SpringClean, the mood shifted the moment he walked in. Dalton, his manager, raised an eyebrow. “Look who finally decided to show up.”
Andre mumbled, “Sorry, sir.” Dalton squinted. “You sick or something?”
“No.”
“You... look different.”
Andre looked down at his janitor uniform. “Same as always.” Dalton grunted. “Don’t get any ideas. I don’t care how many TikToks you got. This mop don’t go viral, son.” Andre nodded.
But the other cleaners stared at him with wide eyes. One young guy whispered, “That’s the dude from the clip, bro. That’s him.” Another muttered, “You serious?”
Suddenly, phones started coming out. Someone tried to take a sneaky photo. Andre stepped into the storage closet and shut the door behind him.
4:00 PM – Fulton Café, Andre sat at a corner table. Nervous. Heart racing. He hadn’t eaten. Couldn’t even taste the free biscuit they served with his tea. Then the bell rang. A tall, well-groomed man in a gray coat walked in. Black gloves. Sharp eyes. A presence that whispered money and decisions. He spotted Andre instantly. Sat down across from him. “Mr. Corbin,” he said with a calm smile. Andre blinked. “Yeah?”
“I’m Clive Madden. Talent scout for FC Titania.” He slid a sleek business card across the table. Andre picked it up with shaking fingers. “You’re the one who”
“Yes,” Clive interrupted gently. “I recorded it. I watched you for an hour before I even pressed ‘record.’ I’ve seen athletes. But you? You were fighting ghosts out there.” Andre’s throat went dry. “So why post it?” Clive leaned in.
“Because talent like yours doesn’t stay hidden forever. It deserves to be chased.” Over the next hour, Clive explained everything. Top clubs had already reached out. Two offers were already on the table without even knowing Andre’s name.
Sponsorship agencies were circling like hawks. Tryout invitations were rolling in from Spain, Italy, New York, Dubai. Andre just sat there. Silent. Finally, he asked, “Why me?” Clive looked at him, serious.
“Because when no one was watching, you still played like everything was on the line. That’s who I bet on.” That night, Andre sat on the roof of his apartment building. Legs dangling off the edge. Hoodie on. Stars above. His phone buzzed again.
Teanna : “So… I guess you’re famous now? ”
He didn’t answer. Seconds later: “I always believed in you. We should talk.” He deleted the thread. Then opened a new one.
Andre, Mom: “Ma. U up?”
A reply came instantly: Mom : “Always, my son.” He smiled. The world had finally seen him. But the question remained… Would it change him? Or would he change the world?
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Chapter 16 – Genesis
Titania HQ – Cyber Forensics Lab, 2:15 AM Andre stared at the flash drive labeled “GENESIS” as Sasha carefully inserted it into a secure offline terminal. “No Wi-Fi, no cloud sync,” she said. “We don’t know what’s inside or who’s watching.” Clive stood nearby, arms folded. “This could be bait. A virus. A trap.” Andre shook his head. “No… it’s Teanna’s last card. She wouldn’t hand this over unless she wanted me to see what Viktor buried.” The screen blinked.File Loaded: GENESIS_MASTER.AISasha frowned. “It’s an artificial intelligence file.” Clive blinked. “Wait. Viktor was building an AI?” Sasha opened the dashboard. “GENESIS – A Predictive Sports Algorithm Trained on 22 Years of Global Data. Owned by: V. Lorne / IronWall Analytics.”Lines of code and simulations ran wild. Then Sasha clicked: “PROJECTED ATHLETE PATHS.” On the screen: thousands of rising player profiles appeared.Names.Countries.Injury forecasts.Mental resilience scores.“Obedience Indexes.”Predicted Market Value
Chapter 15 – “The Power Play
Titania Global Headquarters – Executive Boardroom Andre stood before a wall of glass, overlooking a skyline that once felt impossible to reach. Clive entered, holding a leather-bound portfolio. “It’s done,” he said. Andre didn’t turn. “Viktor?” “Interpol issued the Red Notice. He’s on every border list in Europe.” Andre finally faced him. “And the leagues?” Clive flipped open the folder. Viktor Lorne banned for life. Reznov suspended pending investigation. 14 club executives resigned. Over 30 rigged match results revoked. Andre Corbin cleared on all counts and reinstated with back pay, interest, and full image rights. Andre smiled faintly. “Good.”Midtown London – Lavish Sports Network Studio That same night, a rival agent, Max Geller, hosted a live segment on Corbin: “Andre Corbin’s story is no longer just an underdog tale. It’s a tectonic shift. Players are quitting agencies, clubs are demanding audits, and fans are pushing for transparency.” “He didn’t just fight for himself. He k
Chapter 14 – Omega Moves
Location: Private Airfield – Undisclosed Andre’s mother sat quietly in the private jet, knitting a scarf. Two heavily armed Titania agents flanked her. The jet ascended under the radar. The pilot’s voice came over the speaker: “Destination secure. Ms. Corbin, you’re safe. Your son thought of everything.” She smiled softly. “That boy… he always did play the long game.”Meanwhile – Zurich, Viktor Lorne’s Estate Viktor stood in front of a war map projected across his wall. The word OMEGA pulsed at the center. “Once his mother disappears,” he said, “Andre Corbin falls apart. Emotionally. Publicly. Politically. The pressure will reopen the scandal files, taint his contract, and collapse his club.”Reznov sat beside him, expression unreadable. “Are you sure he still cares about her?” Viktor asked. Reznov didn’t blink. “It’s not about care. It’s about consequence.” Viktor smirked. “Either way, we end the Corbin Problem. Tonight.”Titania HQ – War Room Andre stood before his inner circle: Cli
Chapter 13 – The Face Behind the Lie
Titania HQ – 7:12 AM Clive burst into the war room holding a phone. “It’s out,” he said. “Malden’s confession. Every major sports outlet’s running it.”Andre was already at the board, marking the last thread connecting Teanna, Viktor, and Coach Malden. “They underestimated how loud the truth can be.”Clive nodded. “You’re trending worldwide again. This time, not just as a player. As a symbol.” Andre didn’t smile. “They’re going to panic.”Social Media Frenzy#CorbinExposedTheGame#BurnTheSystem#JusticeForAndreClips of the one-on-one with Malden go viral. Every network replays Malden’s admission. Andre was being called the "Whistleblower Athlete." Even politicians and journalists joined in, demanding league reform.But one post hit differently. @TeannaReal “We need to talk, Andre. You deserve the truth. Meet me tonight. No cameras. Just us.”Clive’s Office “She’s baiting you,” Clive said. “Don’t go.” Andre’s eyes were locked on the screen. “Let her talk,” he muttered. “Sometimes a sn
Chapter 12 – Blood in the Water
Titania HQ – 4:15 AM Andre sat alone, holding the photo. Marcus Reznov. The quiet figure who had fed him information, saved his name, and exposed the corruption… was the younger brother of the man trying to destroy him.Clive entered, coffee in hand. “Did you sleep?”Andre didn’t look up. “Why didn’t Sparrow tell me who he was from the beginning?” Clive exhaled. “Because even he doesn’t know who to trust anymore.”Flashback – 14 Years Ago, Russia. A young Marcus watched as his older brother Viktor handed an envelope of cash to a team doctor. Beside them, a boy young Andre Corbin limped off the court.Marcus whispered to himself: “He’s just a kid.” He knew then what Viktor was. And what he wasn’t. A protector. A brother. A human being.Back to Present, Andre stood in front of the board. A red string now connected: Viktor Reznov, Teanna, Coach Malden, He circled them with a thick marker. “They were all connected before I even made the team.”Clive narrowed his eyes. “You think they plan
Chapter 11 – The Judas Table
Location: Secret Meeting Room – Underground Vault, Zurich A long obsidian table sat under a chandelier of crystal daggers. Around it seven men. Silent. Powerful. Hidden in the shadows of the sports world. At the head sat Viktor Lorne, fingers steepled, venom in his voice.“Gentlemen… Andre Corbin has declared war on the system. Our system.” Next to him, Reznov nodded, his eyes cold.A glass of whiskey trembled in Viktor’s grip. “He’s not just playing basketball,” Viktor snarled. “He’s building a narrative. If it wins, we lose.” Someone across the table asked: “What do you suggest?” Viktor’s lips curled. “We don’t break him. We erase him.”Meanwhile – Titania Safe House, London Clive had bugged the Zurich room hours ago. Now, the audio streamed live through encrypted speakers.Andre listened in silence. Reznov’s voice crackled through. “We lure him into another scandal. A player attack. Paid. Fake. Viral. One hit, and he’s out again.”Another voice: “And his mother?” Viktor: “Make her
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