CHAPTER 90
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A dimly lit room could be seen.
In this gloomy space, only a single light source was visible.
It emanated from a computer screen that shone with a bright blue radiance, displaying several images and lines of text.
Before it sat a young boy.
Outwardly, he didn't look a day older than thirteen.
His jet-black hair was combed back meticulously; he looked like someone who had spent hours in front of a mirror trying to perfect his hairstyle.
Every strand was neatly swept back without a single one falling over his face.
His piercing black eyes stared intently at the screen, his head darting from side to side with a small, intrigued grin dancing on his lips.
"Damn. This novel is too interesting!" the boy shouted with immense glee, continuing to read with rapt attention.
