"Now that the excitement is over… you need to give me at least three days," Philip said, pointing seriously at Seravion.
The Solaris frowned slightly.
"Why?"
Philip stared at him like the answer was obvious.
"Because I know NOTHING about football."
Silence.
Seravion blinked.
"…Nothing?"
"Absolutely nothing."Philip started counting on his fingers."I know there's a ball. I know there's a referee. I know Brazil is the country of football. And that's the end of my technical knowledge."
The silence in the celestial office became almost offensive.
"Philip… you are being sent to a world whose entire narrative core revolves around professional interstellar football."
"I noticed that part."
"What exactly are you planning to do once you get there?" Seravion asked, watching Philip fiddle with one of the books on the shelf.
Philip sighed and put the book down.
"Since I'm going to be a rich-poor Gargorro… and I know Lion stole the talents of a bunch of Gargarros… I'm thinking about creating a football club."
Seravion blinked.
"A club?"
"Yeah." Philip pointed at the golden map. "A place where Lion can't get close to them. A place to protect Kaien and other players before that disgusting system destroys their talent."
He started walking slowly around the office while speaking, now far more focused than irritated.
"And when they play against Lion — because I KNOW that's going to happen — I'll be there to cancel out that shady system."
Philip pointed at the frozen image of the human player.
"If that bastard steals talent whenever he gets near players… then all I need to do is stay on the field too. My body is immune to system influence, remember?"
Seravion slowly nodded.
"You intend to directly interfere with the Luminarch's ability."
"Exactly."
Philip flashed a sharp grin.
"And meanwhile, we protect the Gargorro players."
He resumed pacing back and forth.
"And another thing: how are the Gargarros supposed to improve socially? Protest helps. Politics helps. But money changes the game."Philip crossed his arms."And football moves an insane amount of money."
The golden projection automatically shifted.
Now it displayed human sponsors, sports leagues, billion-dollar contracts, and broadcasting networks.
Philip pointed at all of it.
"See this? Humans control the sport, which means they control narrative, fame, and social mobility."He narrowed his eyes."So we create a Gargorro club so massive they can't ignore it."
The Solaris tilted his head slightly.
"You want to create a sports powerhouse."
"Exactly."
Philip smiled crookedly.
"A ridiculously strong club. Funded, protected, and run by Gargarros. A place where players don't have to sell themselves to human teams just to survive."
Seravion stayed silent for a few seconds.
"That… could genuinely alter Gargorro's social structure."
Philip immediately pointed at him.
"THERE! See? Finally believing in me."
"I did not say that."
"You said it with your eyes."
"I am literally a celestial being. That is not how it works."
Philip completely ignored him.
"And besides, think about the symbolism."He pointed toward Kaien again."The best player on the planet playing for an independent Gargorro club? That becomes a reference point for an entire generation."
The Solaris silently observed the player's image.
Philip continued:
"Lion is stealing talent because those guys are vulnerable and isolated. So we do the opposite: gather the best players, protect them, and build something bigger than his system."
He paused.
Then slowly smiled.
A dangerous smile.
"And honestly?"His voice gained an excited edge."I REALLY want to humiliate that guy on live broadcast."
Seravion sighed.
"I was expecting the altruistic part to last longer."
"It IS lasting! I can fight for social justice AND be a hater at the same time. One thing doesn't cancel out the other."
"But anyway, my friend… are you going to give me the three days?"