Chapter 175: Without Money, I Have Nothing

"Hoo——"

The child suddenly opened his eyes, the deep crimson gradually fading from his gaze, his pupils slowly returning to normal, becoming the natural black that matched his hair color.

Black hair, black eyes, the very traits that other kids who wouldn't play with him saw as marks of a devil's offspring. Yet the ruling Augustus of this land also bore black hair, and no one called it a devil's mark; instead, it was considered an honor.

From the time he could remember, he faced ridicule, mockery, and exclusion. From initial anger and confusion to later resistance and struggle, Wayne matured very quickly.

Although he had no friends and no one wanted to play with him, so what? He still had uncles and aunts, family who liked and loved him. He wasn't alone.