Dawn broke.
The rising sun lit up the whole world.
At the very top of the Gaia Building.
Chaos stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows in nothing but a pair of oversized shorts, swirling his wineglass as if he were a god looking down upon all creation.
That lofty air, that sense of having everything under control, that aura of invincibility—no matter how hard he tried to hide it, he couldn't.
King of B. How solemn!
How sacred!
It made you want to worship him.
Until—
"Boss, isn't it a little early to put on an act? There's no one else here."
A voice from behind mercilessly shattered the atmosphere, making the whole scene feel a little awkward.
"Pfft—"
Then came two more bursts of laughter. They just couldn't hold it in.
Stussy sighed, sweeping the bangs that had fallen across her forehead behind her ear, looking utterly helpless.
Baccarat, meanwhile, was already clutching her stomach with laughter.
Only Betty rolled her eyes, looking at Chaos with utter disdain as he turned around.
She couldn't hold it in either.
That idiot had been standing there first thing in the morning, getting in the way of their work. That alone might have been bearable, but he just had to put on an act, looking like an undefeated swordsman who stood alone at the summit, where the cold wind blew.
How could anyone put up with that?
The worst part was that he was wearing nothing but a pair of oversized shorts—and they were brightly patterned.
They were impossible to miss!
Faced with Betty's merciless mockery and scorn, Chaos's expression didn't change in the slightest. He wasn't even embarrassed.
Instead, he calmly walked over and sat on the sofa, resting his Golden Left Hand along the back. He propped his feet on the