The morning sun filtered through Jayden's curtains, painting his room in soft gold. He stirred, muscles aching from yesterday's brutal fight, but his lips curled into a satisfied smirk. The memory of the Earth Smasher's fall, the thrill of mastering his poison secretion—it had been worth every bruise.
He stretched, wincing slightly as his ribs protested, then rolled out of bed. He got dressed and headed out to complete his daily quests.
The park was quiet at the early hour, the air crisp with dew as he completed his tasks with minimal effort.
By the time he returned home, the sun was high, and his stomach growled. He ate in silence, savoring the simple pleasure of a light breakfast. After eating, with a contented sigh, he trudged to his room, one goal burning in his mind:
Sleep.
He was exhausted.
