The news exploded like golden dynamite.
"Even with global income being high, at $50,000 per month, something happened in a country that raises global concern: Women's e-sports team Seraphim.exe signs a contract of $100 million per month per player and $100 million bonuses per victory!"
In less than an hour, all social media was on fire.
Everyone, without exception, was covered by headlines so surreal they seemed like clickbait:
"Most expensive contract in sports history belongs to a LoL team."
"Seraphim.exe redefines the market. Is this the end of the low salary era in e-sports?"
"Tycoon throws billions into the competitive scene. Marketing stunt or futuristic vision?"
TV shows, podcasts, and traditional analysts started foaming at the round table.
"This will inflate the competitive market!"
"No organization can handle this kind of contract!"
"We're talking about players of a computer game earning more than NBA, F1, and movie stars combined!"
"This is a dangerous marketing move that will destabilize the sector!"
The cameras trembled with so much drama.
But the media circus got even more frantic when Tycoon herself, cold, elegant and mockingly firm, responded.
Official Post from @TycoonGlobal on X (formerly Twitter):
"For those asking why the Seraphim.exe contracts…"
"Because professional players have their lives consumed 24 hours a day by an industry that demands perfection."
"Because 99% of talents lose performance due to financial stress, lack of support and silent pressure."
"And because we, as a company, prefer to invest so that our players never have to think about money again."
"Only then can they do what they were born to do: win without limits."
— @TycoonGlobal
The post exploded.
Millions of likes, retweets, reaction videos.
The phrase "never have to think about money again" even became a meme and was printed on t-shirts in record time.
On Reddit, forums and e-sports communities were at the edge of sanity.
"The queens have reset the industry."
"My team doesn't even give us energy drinks. Tycoon gives them a mansion and personalized Chanel."
"I want to reincarnate as a Seraphim.exe player."
The players' sponsors — Apple, Amazon, Chanel — also joined the party.
Chanel posted a photo of Lisa with her personalized perfume featuring the team logo.
Amazon released a special on the team's construction with emotional behind-the-scenes.
Apple revealed the new headset signed by Laura, with exclusive technology used by the team.
But not everything was applause.
Some CEOs of other organizations began to worry.
Behind the scenes, there were already reports of players demanding raises, gamer unions forming, and agents rewriting contracts in record time.
One influencer summed it up well in a viral TikTok: "Tycoon didn't just break the competitive scene's glass ceiling. They threw the ceiling out the window, tossed glitter on top, and turned the floor of the world into a velvet carpet."
But the meteoric rise of Seraphim.exe did not go unnoticed… nor unforgiven.
Despite global fame, billion-dollar sponsorships and contracts that tie knots in Wall Street's stock exchange, the team's players faced the raw and harsh reality behind the scenes of the competitive scene.
Boycott. Silent, venomous, and calculated.
Coach Letícia noticed it before anyone else. "It's the fourth refusal in two days. Not even the academy teams want to scrim with us."
"They're using the excuse that 'the schedule is full,'" commented a tech assistant, rolling her eyes.
Lisa, Larissa, Laura, Tifany, and Marisa were gathered in the strategy room of the training mansion. Everyone was silent, staring at the scrim schedule — completely empty.
"What's going on here?" Lisa muttered, fingers drumming on the table. "Are they afraid of us?"
"It's not fear… it's sabotage," said Letícia with assassin-like calm. "This is the classic cold siege. They don't attack directly, but isolate you until you wither."
On the other side of the city…
Nikoly, now living in a monstrous tech penthouse in the heart of the Phoenix Empire, was exhausted.
She had spent the last few days tweaking the code of her new mobile game.
With her face stuck to the keyboard and a translucent energy drink of secret formula in hand, she received a notification:
"Boycott against team Seraphim.exe in progress. No scrim confirmed. League does not take a stance."
She froze. Looked at the ceiling. Then at the whiteboard in front of her.
"…they're going to isolate the girls?"
"…is this for real?"
With a thin, almost cruel smile, she opened another code terminal. "So no one wants to train with them? Fine… I'll create the perfect training partner."
"And it will hurt."
Three days later…
The AI arrived.
Name: SeraphAI-ZEUS
Version: Alpha Godkiller 1.0
Build: Forbidden for normal humans.
Nikoly appeared at the Seraphim.exe mansion like a calm hurricane. She wore a giant Tycoon hoodie with the words "Root Access Only" and a nearly bored smile.
"I tried to be discreet. But since they're boycotting you, I figured a metaphysically-leveled artificial opponent would be fairer."
"You made an AI for us to train against?" asked Laura.
"I made the AI," replied Nikoly. "This thing has learned all competitive metas from recent years. It simulates strategy, communication, human errors. It adapts in real time. It's hell. But it's fair hell."
The girls hesitated.
"We're going to train against robots?" said Tifany, suspicious. "Isn't this a little too Black Mirror?"
Letícia raised an eyebrow. "If no one wants to train with us, it's better to play against something that doesn't feel pity."
The first scrim against SeraphAI-ZEUS.
Result: Massacre.
In less than 18 minutes, the entire team was obliterated by a composition from the AI that wasn't even meta, but worked like a symphony of tactical chaos.
Lisa could barely breathe after the minutes of humiliation. "I got dived on bot. How is that even possible?"
"It baited our call, flanked, and reset our vision in under seconds… this is spiritual hacking!"
"This AI camped me like it hated me personally!"
Nikoly just smiled, sipping her energy drink calmly. "Congrats. You played against a brain that consumes 27 petabytes of data per match."
"It's seen more LoL than LoL itself has ever streamed."
"Now, you have someone to train with. Good luck."
The next day, the Riot of the Phoenix Empire received a formal protest request from Seraphim.exe for negligence in scrim coordination and lack of support for the team.
Response? Absolute silence.
But for the girls, that no longer mattered.
Because now… they had a digital war goddess as their sparring partner.
Two weeks passed since the arrival of the SeraphAI-ZEUS AI.
Two weeks that felt like two years.
The Seraphim.exe team mansion was no longer just luxurious. It was a digital dojo, a battlefield where the impossible was the baseline for training.
Lisa, Larissa, Laura, Marisa, and Tifany… all evolved.
Nikoly's AI was brutal, cold, merciless, but with a purpose: to polish diamonds until they could cut titanium.
Lisa, already agile before, now read the map like a prophet. She was never caught out of position.
Larissa learned to play under constant pressure, without mentally breaking.
Marisa became a goddess of pathing, knowing where the opponent would be before the opponent decided.
Laura developed millimetric reflexes and was the first on the team to survive a 1v1 against the AI.
Tifany became the invisible commander of the team. She dictated the tempo, controlled vision, and still protected like a living wall.
Letícia observed everything. But unlike the girls, she wasn't playing. She was learning.
She started analyzing the AI's behavior code, decision logs, and tested small call alterations during the scrims.
The AI learned.
But Letícia did too.
She started to notice deep patterns.
"This AI tests trust."
"It punishes ego."
"It rewards synergy."
It was more than LoL.
It was almost… a philosophy of war.
So Letícia created a compilation of strategies that worked specifically against the AI, but would also prepare the girls for any human opponent.
She met with the technical assistants at night.
Created plans.
Simulations.
Reversible defeat scenarios.
Surprise champions.
Mental traps.
And at the end of the second week…
Victory.
For the first time, Seraphim.exe defeated SeraphAI-ZEUS.
And it wasn't with mechanics. It was with pure brain and perfect coordination.
On the training room screen:
"Congratulations. You won."
"But know this… I am already learning from this defeat."
— SeraphAI-ZEUS
Letícia smiled like a general who finally saw her army ready. "Girls… now you're on another level."
Luna, who was following the training remotely while attending meetings at Tycoon's Administrative Council, sent a message in the team group.
@SmellOfEarthAfterRain: "Nice. When the world finally agrees to play against us… they'll think we're five AIs disguised as hot women. Can't wait."
Lisa replied with a gif of Jinx firing a rocket launcher.
Letícia sent a screenshot of the victory and wrote: "This isn't even the beginning. The AI still has locked levels we haven't released yet."
Meanwhile, outside the mansion...
The gamer community of the Phoenix Empire was starting to get restless.
"Why is no one scrimming with Seraphim.exe?"
"Are they scared?"
"Or is it envy because they have the highest salary in history?"
The forums, Reddit, and Twitter were in boiling point.
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