Loser to Legend: Gathering Wives with My Unlimited Money System
Chapter 120: Mythic Lord

Chapter 120: Mythic Lord

Everything activated.

He unleashed all his mythic item skills. Every single one. Fusion passives. Class passives. Hybrid class fusions. Skill effects chained, overlapped, fused again. Layer after layer of buffs and effects exploded around him like a black hole eating color.

The sword roared with Rift energy.

His cloak hissed with void power.

The ground beneath his feet shattered.

The first slash? It wasn’t a slash. It was a dimensional tear.

A pulse of light exploded in every direction.

Some players got pushed back. Others screamed. A few got caught in the crossfire and got wiped on the spot—insta KO. They didn’t even know what hit them.

The AoE was too wide.

The pressure was suffocating.

The screen shook.

The air cracked.

And then Xavier didn’t stop.

His attacks became a blur — spell combos, sword strikes, void leaps, fusion detonations. Every hit was a system-breaking glitch. Boss HP dropped in chunks like someone was unplugging life itself.

The boss raised its hand to counter—

Too late.

Xavier vanished again and reappeared above it, sword charged, a dozen skills glowing in sync.

He dropped.

BOOM.

The third stage was supposed to last 25 minutes.

They cleared it in ten seconds.

Dead silence.

Nobody moved.

Not even the boss’s death animation could keep up. Its body just crumbled like pixels under gravity.

All the players stared at the crater.

Some still had their weapons raised. Others hadn’t even finished casting their first spell.

"What... just... happened?"

"The boss is dead?"

"Did we skip a phase?"

"WHO HIT IT!?"

Everyone turned.

And saw Xavier.

Standing alone in the middle of the crater, surrounded by molten earth and shadows still fading from his mythic skill detonation.

He didn’t even look surprised.

He was checking his cooldowns.

The world froze for a second.

And then—

[RAID CONTRIBUTION LEADERBOARD UPDATED]

1st – Xavier – 88% Damage

2nd – Requiem – 6% Damage

3rd – Elowen – 1.4% Damage

(...)

Rest – divided between the rest of the hundreds of players.

The raid chat exploded.

"BRO DID 88 FUCKING PERCENT???"

"THE BOSS HAD FIVE PHASES!"

"WHO EVEN IS THIS GUY!?"

"HE ATE THE BOSS. WHOLE."

"Requiem got second place... and he’s top 10 global?!"

Xavier didn’t say anything. Just walked past everyone and back to Oliver.

Oliver was standing with his jaw half-open. "...You fucking monster."

Xavier grinned. "They got nothing, right?"

Oliver nodded slowly. "Not even crumbs. Not as much as you."

Xavier cracked his knuckles. "Perfect."

Lucas screamed like a rabid dog and dashed straight at Xavier, his sword glowing red, eyes wide with pure, unfiltered rage. "I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

Xavier tilted his head, completely unfazed. He didn’t even move.

But right before Lucas could swing—

[EVENT RAID CONCLUDED — ALL PARTICIPANTS WILL NOW BE RETURNED TO ORIGIN POINTS]

A flash of light swallowed the arena.

And then—

Pop.

Everyone vanished.

Back in the plaza, Xavier appeared with a relaxed yawn. He stretched his arms up as if he’d just finished a nap, not blown a god-tier boss to dust. He glanced at Oliver, who had just landed beside him, wheezing from laughter.

"Bro," Xavier said, grinning from ear to ear, "Did you see that dumbass’s face? Lucas looked like he was constipated and ready to explode."

Oliver wiped a tear from his eye. "I saw it! I saw it! He was mid-attack, man. Like, mid-swing. You left him hanging harder than my childhood crush."

They both burst into loud laughter. Players walking nearby turned to stare at them, some whispering Xavier’s name. Again.

Oliver leaned over, catching his breath. "Okay, okay, wait. Chill. I gotta know. After that... What level are you now?"

"Hmm. Good point." Xavier opened his menu with a casual flick of the wrist. "Lemme che—"

He stopped.

His eyes narrowed.

Oliver tilted his head. "...What?"

Xavier didn’t say anything at first. He just stared at the screen.

Then he turned it toward Oliver.

[Level: 99]

[XP to Next Level: 6,900]

Oliver blinked. "You’re shitting me."

Xavier’s grin widened. "Nope. Just 6.9k left."

Oliver clutched his head. "Dude. DUDE. You almost hit max level."

"Almost, huh?" Xavier’s voice dropped, low and amused. "Guess I’m not done just yet."

He closed the window and stretched his neck.

"One more raid," he said. "And I’m gonna end it in style."

Oliver was still laughing from earlier, but his grin slowly faded as he glanced at the system time. "So... what do we do now? There’s still some time before the next raid starts."

Xavier didn’t answer. He was busy. Fingers dancing on his menu screen, eyes locked onto the leaderboard tab.

"Hey," Oliver nudged him. "You good?"

Xavier didn’t even look up. "Yeah. Just checking something."

Oliver tilted his head. "You thinking of entering the Labyrinth to level up? Would take you like... five minutes tops with your current stats."

"I could," Xavier said. "But where’s the fun in that?" A small smirk spread across his face. "I want to do it in front of Lucas and Ethan. I want their dumb faces to twist while I hit level 100 right in front of them."

Oliver chuckled, then squinted at his screen. "Wait— What are you doing now?"

Xavier tapped a few final commands. "Trying to contact Requiem."

Oliver blinked. "Requiem? As in Crimson Vow’s top dog?"

"Yeah."

"...Why?"

Xavier leaned back, eyes cold. "I’m going to bribe him to leave Crimson Vow. No more top DPS, no more hope, no more safety net. I’m going to take away everything from Lucas and Ethan." He clenched his fists slowly. "Just like they took everything from me back then."

Oliver stared at him. "You’re actually terrifying sometimes, you know that?"

"Thanks."

"Did he reply?"

Xavier’s eyes flicked up. "Yeah. He’s coming to the plaza."

A few minutes later, Requiem arrived.

For the first time, Xavier saw him up close. The man looked like he was in his early fifties, rugged and sharp. He had streaks of silver in his short black hair, a trimmed beard, and a scar across his left brow. His gear wasn’t flashy — it wasn’t covered in gold or glowing like Xavier’s — but it was tight, reinforced, and clean. No gaps. No oversights. A build perfected by trial and error.

He gave off a calm aura, the kind that didn’t need to flex. The kind that said, I’ve seen it all.

Xavier stood up.

"Xavier," Requiem nodded.

"Requiem," Xavier replied. "Let’s talk somewhere better. Food’s on me."

Oliver already had a restaurant in mind. Within minutes, the three of them were seated in a private booth — no other players, no ears. Just food, wine, and tension.

They didn’t talk while eating. Requiem seemed to appreciate that. But once the plates were cleared, Xavier finally leaned forward, folded his arms, and went straight to the point.

"I want you to leave Crimson Vow."