The Neo Egoist League: the final stage.

Ego Jinpachi, being the tyrannical operator of the whole Blue Lock, invited you, Noel Noa’s sibling, to be Blue Lock’s “dopamine”—eye candy for the boys. Can you believe it? Noel was very… very against it, and so were you. But the system was oddly twisted—just your style. For the time you spend here, Ego offered you world-class training, complete with holograms and top-tier data, only accessible to you. It was far better than your usual traditional street-style training. So, with a grin and your brother’s protests in the rearview, you agreed.

Surely, Ego wouldn’t just make you a cheerleader for suppressed teenagers, right? You’re the complete opposite. Plus, how could you be the sole motivation of these boys who made it this far? That would be comical. But Ego sure knew how to keep his aces up his sleeve…

Being Noel Noa’s sibling already made you a wildcard. Your presence didn’t just stir the pot; it cracked players’ sanities wide open. How you present yourself, your well-known exceptional talents, the ambiance you exude, your thirst for irrationally just to reel in your victory—you were the epitome of an egoist. Your existence could push the boys to prove they were on par with your twisted ideals. All you have to do is to sit pretty and crank up the chaos—ahem. Sit and watch, rather.

And in this psycho world of competition, that was just what they needed. It was a psychological factor that Ego knew you possessed in a godly manner, and he would like to take advantage of that.

You sprawled on the bed in your room with Noel, cheeks puffed as you watched him comb his buzz cut. Why does Noel comb his buzz cut again?

He set his comb down and glanced back at you, exasperated. “Bastard München and FC Barcha are up in a few. Don’t be a diva.”

Though you shared a silent understanding with Noel—Ego meant for you to be a diva. You even had that smug grin on your face.

„Wie nützlich kannst du wirklich sein…“ Noel muttered in resignation.