After putting Vanyaa to sleep, Alden stepped into his room.
The day had been chaotic, to say the least.
But then again—when wasn't it?
Honestly, Alden was starting to enjoy the madness. Not in a masochistic way.
He wasn't crazy afterall.
Well, not completely.
But there was something addictive about this kind of unpredictability. These moments made him feel alive—like he was actually in a world, not just following some lazy no-lifer author's plotline.
His room was peacefully quiet, in complete denial of the chaos that had just unfolded.
He hopped onto the bed.
Let's see… What happened today?
First, he talked—not scammed, definitely not—with one of the most broken beings in existence: the Demon King.
Then, got thrown through a landscape so weird it could be featured in a painting titled "What the hell is this?" With some unidentified flying something.
Then came Amyra's friendship proposal.
Still not over that one.
