*fe* Egoist | Script | Auto Goal | Hydrogen Flu...

The chat exploded. 'Hacker!' 'No way that’s legit!' 'Reported!'

Another goal. Then another. The scoreboard couldn't keep up.

He entered the match. The stadium was packed with high-tier players—avatars decked out in rare skins, moving with professional precision. Jax didn't move. He stood at the center line, his character’s eyes fixed on the ball. *Fe* Egoist Script | Auto Goal | Hydrogen Flu...

"Let them talk," Leo laughed. "They can't hit what they can't see."

"They got the ghost," Jax said, a tired smile crossing his face. "But the script? That’s already on the forums. The Egoists are coming." The chat exploded

The neon glow of the underground server room pulsed in sync with Jax’s heartbeat. On his screen, the code for the sat open—a jagged, beautiful masterpiece of logic designed to dominate the digital pitch.

"You really think this'll hold up on Hydrogen?" his friend, Leo, buzzed through the headset. "The anti-cheat updates are getting aggressive." The scoreboard couldn't keep up

The ball didn't just fly; it screamed across the field, weaving through three defenders as if it were a heat-seeking missile. It slammed into the top-right corner of the net before the goalie’s animation could even trigger. "Goal," Jax whispered.