Loser to Legend: Gathering Wives with My Unlimited Money System
Chapter 74: Second Prophecy

Chapter 74: Second Prophecy

Xavier was falling. Again.

Not from the sky. Not through air.

He was falling into something deeper. A void that stretched on forever. No wind, no direction, no light. Just darkness. And silence that felt loud enough to crush his bones.

He moved his limbs, but he wasn’t sure if they even existed. It felt like his entire body had melted into thought, and that thought was drifting endlessly in a sea of black nothingness.

And then, it ended.

A violent pull—like something had grabbed him by the soul and yanked him back.

His eyes snapped open.

He was staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. Smooth, white, and spotless. He blinked slowly. His head was heavy, but the surface beneath him was soft and warm. Expensive sheets. Silk pillows. The scent of something floral and rich hung in the air.

He looked around with half-focused eyes. This wasn’t a hospital. This was luxury. A little too perfect. He tried to sit up—his body refused. Even his mouth wasn’t responding. He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t blink fast enough. Couldn’t move his fingers. The only thing working was his brain—and that was spiraling.

Memories began coming back to him, though foggy. Piolet. Lyra. His chest. That punch.

That light.

And then the door hissed open.

A tall figure walked in, calm and confident. Her long silver hair shimmered faintly under the soft lights. Icy blue eyes. Slender figure hugged tight by a bodysuit that looked both tactical and teasing.

It was Lyra.

Or... someone who looked like Lyra.

Her energy felt heavier than before. Like she had matured in the time he was gone. As if life had shoved experience down her throat and made her swallow.

She glanced at him and raised an eyebrow in half-annoyed disappointment. "If you’re awake, then you should’ve come down already."

He wanted to reply but no words came out. He tried again—and something did.

But it wasn’t him.

"Why don’t you get in bed instead?" his mouth said. "I’ll give you the dick you love so much."

His brain froze.

’What the fuck did I just say?’

Lyra sighed and folded her arms. "Not now. I’m here for the mission report."

His body moved again, not on his command. His legs swung off the bed. Feet touched cold metal flooring. He stood up, completely naked. His cock was fully hard, unapologetic and ready to go on an adventure again.

Lyra glanced down at it with zero surprise. "It’s always full of energy," she muttered. "Even after a night with a hot woman."

He frowned inside his own head.

’What woman?’

He turned slightly to look at the bed. There was someone sleeping there. A woman, clearly—but her face... it wasn’t there. Not like it was missing. But instead, her face was replaced with blocks, glitches, shapes that bent logic. As if the universe was trying to censor her from his memory.

He quickly looked away.

Lyra was still focused on Xavier’s dick. She didn’t look away. Not even for a second.

She walked over, slow and confident, her boots clicking softly against the metal floor. Her icy blue eyes dropped down and locked on him with a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Still full of yourself," she said, crouching in front of him. "Figures."

She reached out and grabbed his clothes from the nearby chair, but before handing them to him, she let her hand slide along his thigh, then wrapped it casually around his cock. Gave it a light squeeze. Playful. Familiar. With no shame.

"Still hard," she muttered. "What, did you miss me that much? We just had a quickie earlier, too."

Xavier couldn’t reply. He still wasn’t fully in control. But his brain was screaming.

’What the hell is going on!?’

Lyra didn’t wait for a response. She stood up and began dressing him like it was the most normal thing in the world. Pulling his pants up with a little extra tug at the waistband, letting her fingers drag over his hips, then smoothing out the fabric around his crotch like she was admiring her own handiwork.

"You know," she said, brushing a bit of dust from his chest before sliding the shirt over his arms, "after what you pulled last night, I thought you’d be asleep for another week. You fucked the &#$^# who is the most feared and &#@#$ in the #$^%# and #$^%. That’s an achievement worth dying over."

’What did she just say? Why did her voice become static in between?’

She finished buttoning him up and took a step back, looking him over.

"Good enough," she said. "Let’s go."

"Is the report ready?" he asked, finding his voice again—this time, truly his own. But he didn’t know why he was saying and acting that way.

They walked out together. The corridor was wide, clean, humming with tech and low lights pulsing beneath their boots. The walls were lined with control panels and glowing scripts that moved too fast to read.

Lyra nodded beside him, her tone sharp and clean. "We found the traitor who turned on Bull. He’s hiding in an underground base beneath a mountain ridge. I ordered the squad not to engage. They’re waiting for your command."

"Good. I’ll pull that bastard out myself. Then he’s yours. Do whatever you want to him. Just make sure to rip the location of the next fragment out of his lungs."

They reached a large airlock at the end of the corridor. Red lights flickered as the system scanned them.

Lyra tapped the panel. "Dropship’s ready."

Xavier raised his hand, stopping her.

"I don’t need it."

The steel doors slid open with a hydraulic hiss. Wind rushed in violently. Outside—open sky. The ship was hovering several hundred feet above the ground. Below them, a mountain range stretched far and wide.

And without saying a word, Xavier stepped off the edge.

His body dropped like a missile, cutting through the air.

No scream. No panic. Just control. As though he wanted the fall.

"Seriously... he is abusing his powers too much." Lyra cursed under her breath, then jumped right after him with no hesitation.