Later that night, Logan sat on his couch, completely alone in his new room.
'Now I really feel like I'm in a prison,' he thought, glancing around him.
The room had no glass panels that could show him the outside world, just white walls engraved with dozens of mana scriptures.
Deep inside, he longed for freedom. Not the kind where he walks around with a disguise on… No, he wanted to be able to walk around without constantly fearing for his life.
'I need to get stronger,' he thought, clenching his fist. 'Only then, can I walk freely.'
He would do everything in his might to keep the money flowing and his company afloat in order to reach that strength.
"Speaking of money," Logan muttered, switching his hologram on. "I wonder how my fast-food chain is doing…"
But as he flicked on the hologram, the countless message notifications hit him.
"Shit," he mumbled, scratching his head. "I should take care of that first."
