Chapter 184 – Work Freak Lunatic
"They kind of are."
Then, just like that, Lux's eyes drifted.
Back to the screens.
His fingers flicked upward again, reactivating the layered spreadsheet network. The Hell Treasury index. A new soul-bond ledger from the Obsidian Vault. Trade route heatmaps. Cross-realm interest fluctuations. Seraphyne's latest suspicious purchases—seven yachts and a temple-turned-strip-club.
Corvus watched with the dead-eyed patience of a caffeine-fueled gargoyle who'd seen this a lot.
Ten seconds. Then thirty. Then three minutes passed.
Lux didn't blink.
Didn't speak.
Didn't move.
Only his fingers twitched, rapidly adjusting decimal values, shifting debt structures, rerouting coin flows like a demonic stock surgeon with god-tier OCD.
Corvus's own retinas twitched just looking at the numbers.
He slumped lower into the chair, groaned dramatically, and dragged his hood over his eyes like a bird trying to pretend the sun didn't exist.
Then peeked again.
