With three minutes left on the clock the massive LED scoreboard high above the Kansas arena locked in at 88–67.
A twenty-one-point gap.
From twelve points down at halftime to twenty-one points up at the final horn, Fresno State had delivered a near-miraculous thirty-three-point second-half swing in front of a national audience.
And the single cause of all of it was unmistakable.
Rex.
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During a dead ball Coach Steve Cleveland pulled his nuclear option off the floor.
The big screen immediately flashed the night’s line: [Rex Valen: 26 points, 15 rebounds, 5 blocks, 0 turnovers.
Field-goal percentage: 100% (12-for-12)] “Oh my God, somebody get a priest to take this scoreboard away!” In the ESPN booth Mike Breen was clutching his head, voice shaking like the world was ending.
“Half a game: 26, 15, and 5!
And the most terrifying part—he didn’t miss a single shot!
This is March Madness… no, this is the first player in the entire history of the NCAA to put up 25-plus, 15-plus, and 5 blocks in a second half, and he did it at one hundred percent!” Mark Jackson was right there with him.
“And on the defensive end he held a national All-Star big man, Tristan Thompson, to zero points in the second half!
That is what a true two-way center looks like!
If I were an NBA general manager I’d already be packaging every pick I own to trade up for this kid!” … BZZZT——!!
When the final red light flashed, the Kansas bench sat in total silence.
Tristan Thompson stayed on the chair, towel pressed over his face, broad shoulders twitching.
One game had not only erased an entire year of Kansas’s work—it had turned his national draft stock into confetti.
He could already picture the next mock draft: out of the top five, maybe sliding into the late lottery.
At the post-game press conference, when a reporter asked about Rex, Thompson finally cracked.
“I swear I’ve played a lot of basketball and I have never seen a monster like that.” He spread his hands, half helpless, half bitter.
“Before tonight there wasn’t a single word about him in any scouting report in the country.
Fresno hid a military-grade weapon for an entire season and only unleashed it in March Madness.
This was a season-long conspiracy, and we were the first unfortunate test subjects.” … On the Fresno side the interview area was already a media feeding frenzy.
Inside Rex’s head the system chimed.
[Ding!
Host has completed NCAA debut and led the team to a 33-point super comeback.] [Congratulations.
Side-quest reward acquired: Atsushi Murasakibara exclusive skill — Destructive Hammer.] [Skill Description: Catch the ball inside the paint, spin with absolute power to blow defenders out of the way, and slam it home.
Dunk completion rate +30%.
Non-zero chance to break the rim and support.] A satisfied curve touched Rex’s mouth.
Destructive Hammer.
Murasakibara’s signature power dunk from Kuroko’s Basketball.
His physical tools were already enough to terrorize every NCAA frontcourt; now he had an unapologetic violence button on top of them.
He didn’t get the chance to study the panel further.
A swarm of cameras and microphones crashed in like sharks smelling blood.
“Rex!
Congratulations on the epic comeback!
You just wrote NCAA history!” “College debut, only half a game, and you drop 26-15-5!” “And a perfect shooting night!” One reporter’s voice rose with pure excitement.
“You are the only player in March Madness history to post 25-plus, 15-plus, and 5 blocks in a half at one hundred percent!
A decades-old NCAA record!
How do you feel right now?” “Huh?
I already broke a record?” Rex looked genuinely surprised, then spread his hands with mild helplessness.
“March Madness records are that easy to break?
I barely even tried and it happened?” The entire press corps went silent for a beat.
Decades of NCAA history.
And he called it “barely even tried.” A veteran female reporter from ESPN forced the conversation back on track.
“Rex, Tristan Thompson is First-Team All-Big 12 defense and a projected first-rounder.
In the last mock he was sitting at fifth overall.
You matched up with him the entire second half.
How would you evaluate that opponent?” “Emmm…” Rex thought for a second, ran through every complimentary phrase he could remember, then answered with perfect seriousness.
“Tristan is a really solid big man.
He has a variety of scoring moves, he’s a strong rebounder, he competes hard on defense, and he’s physical.
He gave me quite a bit of trouble.” Every reporter’s mouth twitched.
They were all fighting not to laugh out loud.
Variety of scoring moves… zero points.
Strong rebounder… zero boards.
Completely dominated for an entire half, zero production, mental breakdown—and that was “quite a bit of trouble.” If that wasn’t the cleanest backhanded compliment in history, nothing was.
“Alright, Rex.” The woman smiled and dropped the question everyone actually cared about.
“Before tonight Tristan Thompson was locked into the lottery.
You just destroyed him.
If you enter this year’s draft, do you think your stock would surpass his?” “Surpass Tristan?” The moment the draft conversation appeared, Rex dropped every trace of modesty.
“Listen, man.
Tristan was never my target.
But I still had to completely destroy him.
Otherwise people might start thinking we play on the same level.” Boom.
One sentence.
Pure arrogance.
Pure edge.
The young man’s sharpness was on full display.
The room exploded.
Cameras fired like machine guns.
Too cold.
Too explosive.
Debut night, instant legend, lottery prospect reduced to rubble, and the post-game interview was even more unhinged.
“Then, Rex…” The reporter went for the nuclear follow-up.
“If Tristan isn’t your target, where do you see your own draft position?
Top five?
Top three?” “My draft position…” Rex’s smile widened just a fraction.
“Let’s wait until I’ve destroyed this year’s projected number-one overall pick.
Then you can ask me again.” He turned and strode back toward the locker room, leaving an entire media scrum standing in the wind, staring at each other.
Wait until I’ve destroyed the projected number-one… The words kept echoing in every reporter’s skull.
A kid who had played exactly one March Madness game had just openly called out the consensus top prospect in the country.
So was this a one-night fluke… or was he actually going to roll through every blue-blood talent in America and sit on the throne of the draft?
The entire national press corps was already waiting for the answer.