Chapter 630 – You're Lucky I Don't Have Any Moral Compass Left for This
His limbs refused to move. His hair? A sexy disaster. And he was still in yesterday's pants.
And not a single regret.
Except maybe the coffee.
"I want coffee…" Lux muttered like a dying CEO, dragging one hand to his face. "Preferably poured directly into my soul."
He didn't get up. Just… groaned again. Huffed into the pillow like it owed him money.
His brain started doing that thing. Listing. Prioritizing.
Vacation goals.
Right. Vacation.
Step one: Eat.
Step two: Rest.
Step three: Do absolutely nothing productive and maybe get spoiled rotten again.
Step four: Definitely not deal with assassins, warlords, celestial trade violations, or father-son drama.
He sighed, eyes still closed, chest rising and falling slowly. He hadn't even reached "move a toe" level yet when…
Something changed.
A ripple.
A shimmer of slow-moving mana.
Sloth-coded.
Sleep-drenched.
Soft like a lullaby.
