"Hmm... hmm... hmm..."
Zander combed his dark-blue hair while looking into the mirror and humming happily. He then adjusted his noble attire and struck a pose in front of the half-cracked mirror.
"Today, I can feel it! The moment when I can turn my luck around and restore my House to its former glory." He clenched his fist with determination.
"Then I can leave this trash house, buy a mansion, and have dozens of maids and servants. Aaahh... I can't wait for that day to arrive."
Crack!
Suddenly, his foot broke through one of the wooden floorboards beneath him. He calmly pulled it out. It was a normal occurrence for him. His house had been built with his own hands using leftover wood discarded by carpenters.
As for the roof and windows, they were covered with pieces of cloth stitched together. He then folded the hole-ridden mattress on the floor.
"Zander, idiot! Food!"
"Zander, idiot! Food!"
"Can you shut up?!"
Ping!
