CHAPTER 15 — THE FIFTH BIRTHDAY (Part 5 of 6)
The Boy Who Broke the Internet
18 March 2015 — The Morning of His Fifth Birthday
The sun had barely risen when the mansion came alive.
Maids rushed through the halls.
Chefs prepared a hundred dishes.
Two sets of grandparents dressed in their finest.
Even the butlers polished every doorknob twice.
And inside a royal-blue bedroom…
Árman Azevedo slowly sat up in his crib.
Five years old.
Finally.
His white hair fell down in soft waves, catching the sunlight.
His eyelashes fluttered—thick, long, almost unreal.
His skin glowed like smooth porcelain mixed with gold.
And when he opened his eyes…
Those golden-ember irises shone like miniature suns.
The world thought he was beautiful before.
Today, he looked like he was sculpted by some divine hand.
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A Family Overwhelmed by Love
Isabella burst into the room first, gasping softly.
"Meu Deus… you look like an angel."
Leo entered behind her, froze mid-step, and whispered:
"My son… you're breathtaking."
Helena teared up instantly.
Augusto choked.
Sofia began crying dramatically.
Ricardo just stared in stunned silence.
Mateo, Lucas, and Clara stared as if they were witnessing a legendary Pokémon.
He giggled softly.
And that giggle?
Hearts shattered.
Today… he didn't need any supernatural aura.
He was simply too beautiful, even by human standards.
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The Birthday Photoshoot
Before guests arrived, Isabella took out her DSLR camera.
"Just one picture, meu amor—"
Click.
Then another.
Then twenty.
Then a hundred.
The backgrounds changed:
On the bed
In his father's arms
Sitting with grandparents
Holding a little blue balloon
Laughing with cousins
A close-up of his glowing golden eyes
A hair shot because his hair shimmered like silver silk
Each picture looked like it belonged on a magazine cover.
Even without filters.
Without edits.
Without lighting.
He was perfect.
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And Then It Happened.
Isabella sent one photo to her family group.
Helena sent one photo to her charity circle.
Ricardo sent one picture to his medical colleagues.
Mateo's mother posted one picture on Instagram.
A maid shared one adorable photo of him holding a balloon on Facebook.
Within hours—
the internet exploded.
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The Explosion
Instagram:
5,000 likes
20,000 likes
100,000 likes
People commented:
"Is this baby real??"
"He looks like a doll!"
"How can a child be this beautiful?"
"Someone cast him in a movie RIGHT NOW."
"I thought this was AI but it's a real BOY???"
"He looks like a celestial being."
"Those eyes… WHAT?!"
Facebook:
Grandparents shared the photos
Moms' groups reposted
Beauty pages reposted
Child-model accounts reposted
Football fan groups reposted (because of Leo)
Within a single day…
Millions saw his face.
The tags spread across Brazil:
#AngelBoy
#AzevedoHeir
#BrazilianPrince
#GoldenEyesKid
#MostBeautifulChild
People begged for more.
Journalists reached out.
Child modeling agencies spammed the Azevedo email.
Brands tried contacting Leo's team.
And all of this from a birthday picture.
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The Family Freaks Out
Leo stared at his phone.
"Two million views…?
Two million?!"
Isabella gasped.
"They think he's an angel!"
Helena fainted (not really, but close).
Augusto laughed proudly.
Sofia screamed with joy.
Ricardo muttered, "This is… not normal beauty."
Mateo puffed his chest.
"That's my cousin!"
Clara grabbed Árman's hand protectively.
"Everyone wants him!"
Lucas nodded seriously.
"We protect him!"
And through all of this chaos…
Árman sat quietly in a tiny chair…
…holding a slice of cake…
…watching everyone panic…
…and thinking calmly:
"System, I didn't even do anything."
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The Party Begins
People from every direction arrived:
CEOs
Football stars
Doctors
Influencers
Celebrity families
Politicians
Distant relatives
Old friends
Nobles from Europe who somehow heard the news
Famous models
Luxury designers
The Azevedo mansion looked like the venue for an international gala, not a child's birthday.
Every guest who saw him paused.
There was always the same reaction:
A breath stops.
Eyes widen.
Heart flutters.
He wasn't supernatural.
He didn't use charm.
He didn't enhance anything.
He was simply too perfect.
His existence was a natural cheat.
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He Acts Completely Normal
He said short, simple words:
"Hiii…"
"Obrigado…"
"Bola!"
"Caaaaake."
"Mama."
Everyone melted.
He didn't do anything special.
Yet the entire room looked like they had been blessed.
He played with Mateo.
He hugged Clara.
He chased balloons with Lucas.
He sat on Leo's shoulders.
He giggled when Isabella kissed his cheek.
Perfection.
Pure innocence.
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Night Falls — The Moment He Waited For
After the celebration…
after gifts…
after cuddles…
after endless photos…
Leo picked up his exhausted little prince and carried him upstairs.
He placed him gently in the crib.
"My son… the world loves you already."
He kissed his forehead.
Lights off.
Door closes.
The world quiets.
And slowly…
Árman opens his golden eyes.
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"System… it's time."
A soft blue window appeared.
[Master is now five years old.]
[Your body can handle higher-tier abilities—including full Superman templates.]
His heart fluttered.
Finally.
Finally.
The next chapter would change everything.