Born into a family with a tradition of not harboring ordinary emotions, he was sealed away from the moment he was born, his feelings sealed away. His childhood was filled with lessons in scheming and self-serving motives. He was the most cunning and resourceful person in his family; those he took everything from could not bear it and chose to end their own lives, including his own parents.
His solitary journey to becoming the Archdemon of Greed was inevitable, for no one was as greedy as him.
Walking on dazzling, yet cold, gold coins devoid of warmth, Avar moved slowly.
He gave whatever those who sought him, whatever they desired, yet no one seemed happy after receiving it.
Lost and empty—these were the two things that existed within him. No matter how much wealth one possesses, even if it overflows the hands and cannot hold it all, it is meaningless.
Why are people's expressions so different?
