The Superior Rebirth: A Hero's Awakening

The Start Forest Crown Hunt Event

Xavier floated in an endless void, weightless and still. The emptiness stretched on indefinitely—until it didn't.

Cracks splintered through the nothingness like fractured glass, and before he could react, Xavier found himself standing in an unfamiliar hospital room. His form was hazy, almost ghost-like, as he took in the scene before him.

A young woman sat cradling a newborn in her arms, her voice soft and melodic as she hummed a lullaby. Xavier peered down at the baby, his heart tightening with familiarity.

"Oh, it's this dream again," he murmured, exhaling deeply.

It had been seven years since he first started having this recurring vision. And yet, no matter how many times he experienced it, the outcome never changed.

The mother continued singing, a warm smile gracing her tired but content face. Then, the door creaked open, and a man entered, his eyes alight with joy.

"You seem to be in a good mood, Julia," he teased.

Julia shot him a playful glare, her nose scrunching. "And what's that supposed to mean, Andrew?"

Andrew chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Nothing, nothing! Just an observation."

"Mm-hmm, that's what I thought." She huffed, but her expression softened as she gestured toward the infant. "Come meet your son."

Andrew stepped closer, looking down at the tiny bundle. His gaze flickered to his wife. "Have you decided on a name yet?"

"Not yet," she admitted. "But I want something unique... something special."

Andrew nodded thoughtfully. "I was thinking the same."

Julia's eyes suddenly brightened. "Oh! What about the name Xavi—"

Before she could finish, the dream wrenched Xavier away, pulling him backward as if reality itself had snapped. The next thing he knew, he was awake in his bed, drenched in sweat.

"Why do I never get to hear the full name?" he muttered, rubbing his temples. But before he could dwell on it, Jonathan's voice rang out from downstairs.

"Xavier! Get up, or you'll be late!"

His eyes widened in realization. "The Forest Crown Hunt!"

Adrenaline shot through him, and he leapt out of bed, rushing to get dressed. He grabbed the Visors of Time, slipping them on before dashing downstairs.

Jonathan shook his head at him. "When will you stop running late?"

Xavier grinned. "I'm not late—I'm just ahead of time."

Before Jonathan could argue, Aleksander strode in from outside, wiping dirt off his hands. He tossed something at Xavier. "Here, Grandfather had this sword specially made for you. Use it well in the Hunt."

Xavier caught the weapon, but his arms nearly buckled under its weight. "Man, why is this thing so heavy?"

Aleksander smirked. "It's made from a high-density alloy. Stronger, more durable—so you don't keep breaking swords every time you use that 'special move' of yours."

A grin spread across Xavier's face. "This is amazing! Thanks, big bro."

"Don't thank me. Thank Grandfather," Aleksander said, ruffling his hair. "Now hurry up, or you'll actually be late."

Xavier nodded and turned toward the door—only for Violet to burst down the stairs, nearly face-planting onto the floor. She scrambled up, ran to him, and wrapped her arms around his waist.