In the royal palace of the Avaloria Empire, inside the largest and most luxurious room.
A silver‑haired boy was standing in front of a massive gilded mirror.
He was wearing a very expensive three‑piece suit that looked ravishing on him, tailored perfectly to highlight his broad shoulders, toned physique, and athletic build. The dark fabric gleamed subtly, silver cufflinks catching the light, a crisp white shirt underneath with a slim black tie knotted flawlessly.
He tied his long silver hair back into a neat ponytail.
Alex looked himself up in the mirror at least ten times, striking a pose—tilting his head, flexing slightly.
In a low voice, he said, "Why do I need to become a god? I'm sure I can already take the position of God of Beauty."
He smirked. "But those useless gods just won't admit it."
He glanced at the time. It was already 4 PM.
"Alright," he murmured. "Time to go."
He exited his room, walking toward the exit.
