Reva finally climbed off Xavier's lap and slid onto the couch beside him, legs crossed, arms folded, that smug vampire smirk on her face.
"Alright, showtime. Let's see what you've got, Mister Viral Sensation."
Xavier exhaled through his nose, cracked his knuckles, and hit [Go Live].
The screen blinked once.
Then twice.
Then it began.
At first, there was just a number.
23 viewers.
89.
371.
And then—
BOOM.
The number exploded like a damn nuke.
12,043.
37,821.
102,901.
LIVE NOW.
The chat went insane. Messages flew in like a digital tsunami.
"YO IT'S HIM!! THE VR DUDE!"
"NO WAY, THAT'S THE GUY WHO WRECKED THE CEO ON LIVE STREAM!"
"HE TOOK DOWN A WHOLE TOWER WITH JUST A WALLET WTF."
Viewers: 139,901... 1.1M... 4.2M... 8.7 MILLION.
The numbers didn't climb. They launched.
No delay. No warm-up. Just full-on galactic detonation. Like everyone in the damn universe was waiting for this.
Chat exploded like a battlefield:
"HE'S ALIVE! HE'S FUCKING ALIVE!"