Spoils of the Fierce Battle

God's Country, God's Domain.

God's Palace.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains. Adams opened his eyes on the large bed in the bedroom, his pupils reflecting the familiar ceiling.

Then, he felt the soft, warm weight on his chest and the steady sound of breathing.

Lowering his gaze slightly, he saw a cascade of jet-black hair and Hancock's breathtaking profile, beautiful even in sleep.

Like a kitten dependent on its owner, she lay defenselessly atop his solid chest, sleeping deeply.

The corner of Adams's mouth lifted almost imperceptibly as he tried to get up with extreme care.

However, even his slight movement made the lightly sleeping Hancock let out a soft murmur. Her long lashes trembled a few times before slowly opening.

At first, those bright eyes were still hazy with sleep, but the instant they focused on Adams's face, they burst with dazzling surprise.

"You're awake! Are you all right? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Hancock asked anxiously, her little hand unconsciously tightening around the edge of his clothes.

Adams sighed helplessly. His voice was low and hoarse from sleep, yet still full of strength.

"Didn't I tell you again and again? I just overexerted myself and ran out of strength. Once I got enough rest, I'd naturally be fine. Why did you have to keep watch here?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the drifting clouds beyond the window.

"How many days have passed since I fell asleep?"

That string of breathtaking battles still seemed to be right before his eyes. Adams had first defeated World Destroyer Byrnndi World.

Then, he had briefly clashed with Desert King Crocodile and Lizard King's Hanafusa.

Finally, he had faced Moria, whose strength had temporarily returned to its peak.

The successive battles had lasted the entire day. Even someone with Adams's powerful physique