Chapter 763 – Barely Acceptable
Lux threw himself on the bed. He just took a shower. Still half-damp. Still in his bathrobe.
His hair was still dripping faintly, dark strands sticking to his neck. The room smelled like warm steam, faint wine, and the subtle scent of expensive soap that the mortal world called "luxury" but hell would classify as "barely acceptable."
The bed creaked slightly under his weight.
The ceiling stared back at him.
Lux exhaled slowly.
For once the room was quiet.
Too quiet.
His mind did what it always did when silence appeared.
It started calculating.
The king.
The spies.
The factions.
The contracts tied to his soul.
All of it rotated in the back of his head like a massive infernal ledger that refused to close.
He groaned and dragged a hand across his face.
"Stop."
That was the problem.
His brain didn't stop.
It optimized.
It analyzed.
It simulated disasters.
Even now.
Especially now.
He had just made the biggest gamble of his life.
