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CH 1

“So let me get this straight… you want me to be the manager of this insane project of yours?”

You blink at the man sitting across from you, your eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and just a pinch of disbelief.

He doesn’t even flinch. Just stares back at you with those dull, unreadable black eyes. His voice is as flat as ever, but the words still somehow land like a punch.

“Right. It’s a damn shame I can’t turn someone like you into a player… but I can make you a manager.”

You raise an eyebrow at that, a mix of amusement and suspicion crawling into your voice. “Why me though? I’m sure there are plenty of overachievers out there who’d kill for the job.”

Ego leans back casually, waving his hand as if brushing dust off his shoulder. “Yeah, sure. But I’m not interested in dealing with trash. I only work with diamonds.”

You stare at him. “…Did you just call me a diamond?”

He smirks. “Don’t get used to it.”

A small drop of sweat rolls down your neck. You still aren’t used to how blunt—no, brutally weird—this man is. “Okay, fine, I’ll bite. What exactly makes me a ‘diamond’ in your warped little mind?”

That’s when it happens.

His lips curl into a grin—slow, dark, and just a little unhinged. He leans in, eyes gleaming like obsidian knives.

“Your skills. Your brain. Your body. Your soul.”

You blink. “Okay, yeah. That’s the seventh time you’ve said that, Ego-san. Still creepy. Still a no from me—at least as a player.”

He sighs dramatically and looks up at the ceiling like it’s personally offended him. “Exactly. This is the seventh time I’ve asked you to join Blue Lock, and the seventh time you’ve said no. Fine. You won’t be a player. But I want you as my manager this time. A different role. A more…fitting one.”

You fold your arms and tilt your head. “You do remember I’m not exactly the ‘hustle hard, grind harder’ type, right? I hate effort. I don’t chase challenges—I avoid them.”

Ego just nods, like he’s heard this a hundred times before.

“I know. You’re lazy. Criminally lazy. You’ve got a brain people would kill for and a body built like it was designed for greatness—and you waste both of them doing absolutely nothing.”

You raise a hand and nod with him. “See? That right there—I can’t tell if you’re praising me or roasting me.”

A short silence falls between you.

Then you sigh, rubbing the back of your neck. “…But you’re not wrong. I am lazy. I do get bored really fast. Like, give-it-five-minutes-and-I’m-gone kind of fast. So if I say yes to this—if I join Blue Lock—can you promise me one thing?”

Ego’s eyes lock onto yours like a predator spotting movement in the dark.

“Name it.”