"Haah…"
Ian took a quick bath before changing into a clean robe. His long black hair was left untied, falling all the way to his waist in damp, unbothered strands, while his eyes carried a faint trace of exhaustion that he was still not accustomed to feeling.
His body felt strangely light after the bath, but there was another sensation that caught his attention even more.
Hunger.
Ian paused for a moment.
'That's new…'
He could go for years without eating or sleeping. In fact, there had been periods during his long life when he had completely forgotten what it felt like to be hungry or tired.
His body had once been far beyond the limitations of ordinary mortals, and even after becoming a god, basic necessities had become nothing more than distant memories.
Yet now, after spending a single day clearing a field, his stomach was actually demanding food. Ian lowered his gaze toward his stomach with a strange expression.
'How long has it been since I last felt hungry?'
