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11. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 at the end of the tunnel, looking into the small field with a blank expression on his face.

He walks out to the center, confused as to what he was meant to do in this bland room, littered with square tiles.

"The fuck is this?" He said outloud to himself, uncertainty laced in his words.

One of the tiles then opened up, shooting a spinning ball at him at a quick speed, finding itself easily trapped under his foot.

In the next moment, a hologram simulating a man appeared, a goal forming behind it, and a scoreboard materializing above the goal.

Following after the first few holograms, more appeared, this time infront of the goal as defenders, whirring quickly infront of the goal, leaving almost no room to score.

1st Stage, Level Max.

Time Remaining: 89:34

Clear after 200 goals.

Adonis's eyes narrowed, "200 goals? Is this some kind of joke?"

"I'm afraid it isn't."

He looks up to the ceiling, his eyes finding the microphone placed on the roof, listening to the voice speak through it.

"While you may be a prodigy, you are still part of Blue Lock, which means you must improve too. Though, you can quit if you find it too challeng-"

A loud boom sounds through the room, cutting Ego off mid-sentence, his eyes locking onto the screen that showed the room, pure confusion on his face.

Clear after 199 goals.

Adonis stood where he was before, trapping the next ball under his foot, his piercing eyes showing his discontent with Ego's words.

After all, nobody liked someone that doubted their skills, right? Too challenging my ass.

"If you wanted to make it a challenge, you should've only given me thirty minutes."

Another boom sounds out.

Clear after 198 goals.
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Second Selection Round: 1st Stage Clear!

Adonis stood casually infront of the goal, his hands on his hips while his chest slightly rose and fell.

Above him, the scoreboard that previously read 90 minutes, read a time remaining of 53 minutes.

He'd cleared the first stage in a measly 37 minutes. A number that not even Ego had expected.

But it was the man's fault for doubting the abilities of a world-class striker, after all, the second selection was meant for the mediocre Blue Lockers.

Adonis turned to the now opened doors, walking into the dark corridor that he assumed led to the the second stage.

Upon entering, he sees an empty room, assuming there was noone else who had cleared the first stage yet.

It made sense, he'd cleared it in an abnormal time.

It was a small octagon shaped room, with a prompt that instructed them to make three man teams.