Chapter 60—Demons with no king!
Greenbriar City.
In the Sunflower Inn, fourth floor, room 417.
The black rays of the sun slipped through the white curtains and fell on the shirtless sleeping boy lying on a soft wooden bed, around fifteen to sixteen years old.
He had short purple hair, a lean, fit body with clear six‑pack abs and well‑shaped muscles. His face was sharp‑jawed with a straight nose and soft lips, and his skin tone sat perfectly between white and brown—just right.
"Ah… this damned sunlight," he muttered, ruby eyes snapping open into an irritated scowl.
"Trained too hard yesterday… now I can't even sleep properly," he grumbled, standing up and walking toward the curtains. He yanked them shut, blocking the light.
He nodded in satisfaction as the room dimmed, but his drowsiness had already vanished.
He freshened up quickly and took a bath.
Standing before the full‑length mirror in the room, he got a complete view of himself.
