Chapter 39 – "The Boy Who Ruled the Lens"
Rio de Janeiro glowed golden beneath the late-summer sun, and that morning the world's cameras were aimed at one person—
Árman Azevedo, eight years old, Brazil's youngest modelling phenomenon and São Paulo FC's prodigy.
Half a year had passed since his rise through the U-11 squad. He was now 8 years old, and though he played football with dedication, he refused to abandon modelling—his first public talent, the one that made the world fall in love with his face long before his feet touched a ball.
Today was a milestone:
"The Parada Kids Global – Rio Special Edition."
One of the biggest children's fashion events in the world.
And the star?
Árman.
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A GROWTH LIKE A MIRACLE — AGE 8
Six months had changed him subtly but powerfully.
Though still a child, his physique had started to reflect the dormant "God Physique" he had purchased—something that would grow with him over the years.
How he looked now:
His hair, white as fresh snow, had grown longer and softer, falling in smooth silky waves that photographers fought over just to capture.
His golden eyes had deepened—still innocent, but sharper, brighter, almost hypnotic.
His skin glowed under any light; smooth, flawless, radiant.
His facial features were becoming perfectly sculpted, the kind of beauty that only grew more breathtaking with age.
His eyelashes were long and double-layered, the kind that caused every stylist to gasp.
His smile… cute, soft, warm enough to melt ice.
Every inch of him remained childlike, yet he carried an aura—gentle, divine, charismatic, but effortlessly humble.
His personality hadn't changed:
Sweet.
Kind.
Polite.
Humble to the point that adults felt protective of him.
A hard worker.
Completely unaware of how beautiful he actually was.
And that made the world love him even more.
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THE EVENT BEGINS – RIO'S STAR ARRIVES
The Azevedo family arrived at the event venue, escorted by security and swarmed by fans and reporters.
But when Árman stepped out of the black Mercedes…
The crowd went silent.
Phones up.
Cameras flashing.
Whispers spreading like fire.
"É ele… meu Deus…"
"It's the angel boy…"
"He's even more beautiful in person…"
"How is an 8-year-old this perfect?"
Even grown adults stared as though they were seeing a painting from heaven walk into the world.
Árman simply held his mother's hand, smiling shyly, waving at a few kids who were screaming his name.
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BACKSTAGE – THE STYLISTS FREEZE
The backstage area was chaos… until Árman entered.
A total halt.
Makeup artists paused mid-stroke. Designers lost their words. Photographers instinctively raised their cameras.
The head stylist whispered:
"…I've never seen a child this beautiful."
Another murmured:
"Look at his symmetry… his skin… those eyes… is he even real?"
Árman only tilted his head, confused.
"Mama… did I do something?"
Isabella kissed his forehead.
"No, querido. You're just… you."
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THE SHOOT THAT BROKE THE INTERNET
He wore five outfits today:
1. A white linen beach set
Filmed at the Rio shoreline; the wind lifted his hair softly.
The photos were ethereal—like a young god of the sea.
2. A luxury mini-suit
He looked like a prince attending a royal gala.
Cameras loved the sharp contrast of his white hair and golden eyes.
3. A football-inspired streetwear set
He dribbled gently, smiled, and the entire production crew melted.
Kids from the event gathered to watch him.
4. Carnival-inspired fashion
He wore golden accents; the colors made him shine like sunlight.
Half the staff forgot to breathe.
5. A soft pastel home-wear shoot
This one broke the world.
He looked too pure. Too cute. Too heavenly.
By the end?
The official Parada Kids Global Instagram posted:
"The Future of Fashion Has Arrived — Árman Azevedo."
The post hit 10 million likes in a single day.
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THE INTERNET EXPLODES AGAIN
On Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, TikTok—everywhere—
his name trended worldwide.
#ArmanAzevedo
#AngelOfBrazil
#MostBeautifulBoyInTheWorld
#ChildModelOfTheCentury
Even European modelling agencies reposted him.
Comments poured in:
"He's unreal."
"This kid looks like he fell from heaven."
"Brazil, what are you feeding your children?"
"Is he even human???"
But Arman didn't care about fame.
After the event, he simply held his dad's hand and said:
"Papai, did I do okay?"
Leo nearly cried.
"You were perfect, meu príncipe."
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AT HOME – HIS GROWTH CONTINUES
That night in São Paulo…
Árman sat on his bed, tired but happy.
Football training was intense.
Modelling jobs were exploding.
School was easy for him.
His family loved him fiercely.
And he balanced all of it with a maturity far beyond his age.
The 10000× Fold Multiplier had quietly improved:
His reflexes
His strength
His learning speed
His stamina
His sense of balance
His comprehension
His creativity
His charm
His posing ability
His understanding of the camera
Every day, little by little, he became something beyond prodigy.
But his heart remained gentle.
Before sleeping, he whispered:
"Thank you… System… for helping me live my dreams."
The system responded in a soft bell-like tone only he could hear:
{A pleasure to serve you, Master.}
He curled into his blanket and drifted into peaceful sleep.