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This is a story of a forsaken boy born in the dark side of the world.

Threading in the darkness, the boy soon adapted to it.

Now, with the power of darkness in his grasp, he set out to find the light.

God of Adaptation

Killian said loudly as he laid on the sofa after putting his coat on the rack.

Regis and Pandora followed behind him with strange expressions on their faces as they went on and sat at one of the sofas too.

The two of them glanced at each other repeatedly for a few times before Regis sighed and spoke.

Killian raised his head to look at him, "What is it, Boss?"

On their way home, Killian had specifically told them that he would answer their questions when they arrived at the manor.

Although Regis and Pandora had no idea what the reason behind it was, they didn't protest and just chose to trust him.

Knowing what they wanted, Killian looked around casually before leaning on the table between them.

"Okay. Okay. I got it. Hmmm, where should I start…"

Determination