Chapter 61. Cautious Villain...

Riyan's POV...

Riyan was in his room, surrounded by the soft, amber glow of evening light filtering through the curtains.

The subtle hum of the evening city buzzed outside, a backdrop to his thoughts as he contemplated the upcoming vacation.

Riyan sighed heavily, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I should check out System's Store and prepare something, because I am NOT the illegitimate son of author or the twisted offspring of destiny," he muttered, a sharp edge to his voice. "Seriously, who writes this crap?"

He paced the room, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. "I mean, come on. I'm not some protagonist in a cheesy novel where, just as I'm about to bite the dust, some ancient, powerful old man or a drop-dead gorgeous woman just happens to be passing by to save my sorry ass."