Anna was once the soul of the team, the queen under the spotlight—until the day her best friend plunged her into the abyss. False evidence, a black contract, and an experimental drug that shattered her career. And standing atop the ruins of her life was the very childhood confidant who had sworn never to betray her. On the night of the championship celebration, lights blazed in dazzling glory. She returned quietly, body scarred and broken, wanting only to glimpse the glory she once owned. But the microphone was handed to the "new manager," who smiled and ripped open her wounds: "Some people don't belong here. Like Anna—the one who used drugs to rise, then went mad in the end." The crowd erupted in laughter. The livestream exploded with comments: [Wait, is that Anna? I thought she was paralyzed!] [That drug was a setup! I have proof!] [Don’t believe them! She was forced to take the shot!] But no one heard. Only Anna stood at the edge of the crowd, fingers trembling, heart frozen solid. A talent scout called with a sky-high contract: "Come back, and the world will worship you." She hung up with a cold laugh. I’m not here for redemption. I’m here for reckoning. Old teammates tore her photos, called her a lunatic, even threw a punch straight at her face. This time, she didn’t flinch. Instead, she caught his wrist, twisted, and slammed him to the ground with a brutal shoulder throw. Silence fell like a blade. "Do you really forget how I led this team to seven straight championships?" She stepped onto the podium, voice sharp as ice. "Now, let me teach you—what true revenge looks like." She pulled out the vial she’d hidden for three years—her "miracle drug"—and injected it into her vein. Muscles rebuilt, nerves reignited, as if fate itself had rebooted. The livestream captured every second. The city trembled. Then, alone, she stormed back onto the field. No team, no coach—just her. One woman against eleven. She crushed her opponents with raw, relentless fury. When the final whistle blew, she smiled at the camera: "This is just the beginning." That night, a hospital room door creaked open. The mastermind behind her downfall lay in bed, trembling, begging for mercy. Anna slowly raised the syringe. "I’ve tested this drug for you. Now, it’s your turn—to know what it means to live worse than death." At that moment, a black luxury car glided through the night outside. The door opened. Polished shoes touched the ground. A figure emerged, walking toward her from the shadows, backlit by the moon. Him—Ethan Hawk, the legendary player who vanished twenty years ago, now a myth across the global football world. He looked at her, voice barely above a whisper: "I’ve waited for this moment… longer than you have." "Welcome back, my captain." After her parents died, Anna was raised by her mother's friend alongside brothers Gordy and Jonathan. She managed their school football club, forming a close trio. When Kitty, the hottest girl in school, arrived, she schemed to take Anna's place, turning the brothers against her. Disheartened, Anna left the club and transferred. She later met football star Ethan and became his manager. After she left, Gordy and Jon……