Chapter 117: MVP of the Event Raid
The white light faded, and Xavier found himself back at the familiar floating plaza outside the Hall of Heroes. The marble tiles shimmered under his boots. Sky above looked clearer than before. The entire place buzzed with faint hums of digital energy, like the world itself remembered what had just happened.
Oliver was already there, waiting at the base of the statue podium like a loyal NPC who never left his spawn point.
The moment he saw Xavier, he ran up, arms flailing. "Brooo!! Holy shit, you—you were born for this! What the fuck even was that?! That wasn’t just MVP-level, that was—god tier."
Xavier smirked as he walked past him, arms crossed behind his head. "Relax. I just did what anyone would do."
Oliver grabbed his shoulders and shook him like he was trying to restart a broken server. "ANYONE?! Dude, you made half the top guilds cry! You made Lucas choke. Ethan looked like he saw his dad abandon him twice."
Xavier let out a low chuckle. "I just watched how the others fought. Saw what worked, saw what didn’t. It’s easy to learn anything after watching it once, no?"
Oliver blinked. "Easy for you, maybe. Not everyone’s a goddamn genius who casually wipes a world boss solo on their first try."
He threw his arms up again. "I still can’t believe it. You’re perfect at studying, hacking, fighting, gaming... bro what can’t you do?!"
Xavier shrugged. "I can’t cook."
Oliver rolled his eyes. "Of course. Only flaw—burning toast."
Then he paused. "Wait... were you watching your stats? Did you see how much XP you got?"