My Soul card is a Reaper
Chapter 795 - 795: The world of Irth (part-61)

The lock clicked softly as Leiza and Azzy entered their private suite, the lights dimming automatically.

Leiza sighed and let her earrings clink softly onto the dresser. "You saw Orion's face earlier? He looked thrilled with that storage card."

Azzy flopped onto the couch, stretching his arms behind his head. "Of course, you have everything in the world, my love. Materialistic things will only bore him."

"But what's the point of giving him something he can't even use?" she said, unclasping her necklace and dropping it into a small velvet box. "It's like giving someone a car without the keys."

Azzy stood, moving behind her. His arms wrapped gently around her neck, leaning forward. "He can use it," he murmured near her ear.

Leiza blinked, turning her head slightly. "How?"

"The consciousness projection," he said simply. "He was born with divinity, my love. I'm sure one day, he will be able to do it. Judging by what I have seen so far, I'm sure, with his personality, it won't take long."

Leiza smiled, grabbing his hands. "Forget about Orion for a second. You know what I'm thinking right now?" she asked, her voice low and playful.

Azzy leaned in, brushing his lips over hers before whispering, "You don't need to say it out loud, lady. I can feel your hormones going wild."

Leiza's cheeks turned red, but she grinned. "It's been 18 years, Rael. Eighteen. Go figure it out yourself."

Azzy laughed, a deep, rich sound, pulling her into his arms and carrying her like a princess. "Oh, that I will definitely figure out."

Her giggles echoed softly as he carried her to the bed, her arms over his neck for support.

Roughly three hours later

Orion's face was buried under his pillow, his eyes wide open, and his ears red.

"Oh my god. Why are they still going?"

He rolled onto his side, then onto his back, then onto his stomach. He tried everything—pillow over the head, stuffing his ears with his shirt, even playing static noise through his wristband. Nothing worked.

The walls vibrated faintly with muffled moans and rhythmic creaks that were impossible to ignore.

"This is a nightmare," he muttered. "I'm living in a damn adult horror movie."

He sat up abruptly, wild-eyed. "That's it."

Five minutes later, he was sneaking down the stairs, shoes in hand, sliding open the front door like a thief. Even the house AI didn't chirp a goodbye—robots weren't programmed to interfere in that kind of situation.

The cold air hit him as he walked to the garage and silently unlocked the car. He got in, turned the ignition, and pulled out of the driveway without a sound.

By the time he reached the city's residential district, it was nearly 3 a.m. He parked in front of an old brick apartment building and trudged up the stairs to the third floor.

He knocked three times.

A groggy voice eventually called from inside. "Who the hell...?"

The door opened a crack, revealing a half-asleep, chubby guy in loose shorts and a crumpled T-shirt. His hair was a mess.

"Orion?" the guy blinked. "Dude. It's three in the freaking morning."

"I'm crashing here," Orion said, brushing past him.

Xev blinked as the door swung open. "Uh... sure, I guess."

Orion dropped onto the couch, grabbed the remote, and flicked on some silent animated show, eyes hollow.

Xev scratched his belly and shut the door. "What happened?"

"My dad came back. We went for dinner and all," Orion said, deadpan.

"Oh yeah, saw it on the news. Big deal, huh?"

Orion turned to look at him, with dark circles under his eyes. "That's not the problem. Ugh… the day he arrived, my mom suddenly became this… ugh… I don't want to say that with my own mouth. They've been at it for over three hours, Xev. As if they were starving nymphomaniacs who just discovered each other for the first time."

Xev coughed, nearly choking on his own spit. "Holy crap."

"And they weren't even trying to be quiet," Orion muttered. "Robots in the house are silent. Walls as thin as paper. It was hell. This is what they say: give a gift to the child and impress the mom."

Xev leaned against the armrest, munching on a cold snack bar from the fridge. He looked over at Orion, who was sprawled on the couch like he had been emotionally run over.

With a mischievous smirk, Xev said, "Well, to be fair... Madam Leiza's still in her prime. Can't really blame your old man."

Orion lifted his head just enough to give him a flat look. "Normally... I would be pissed at that comment," he muttered. "But I'm too tired to care. I need some god damn sleep to preserve my mental health."

Then he flopped back down, the couch squeaking beneath him. His hand dangled off the edge, eyes already drifting closed.

Xev chuckled. "You sure you don't want the bed? It's way more comfortable than that thing. Doesn't smell like cheese puffs either."

Orion waved a hand limply. "No problem... this couch... It's my grave now..."

"Suit yourself," Xev said with a shrug, heading off to his room. "Just don't drool on the remote again."

But Orion was already out. Light snoring followed soon after.

Next day;

Orion drove back into the estate's driveway, yawning and scratching his head. The morning sun was already high, and he was still half-asleep behind his sunglasses.

The mansion was quiet—eerily quiet. No clanging dishes, no humming bots, no faint voices from the inner halls.

He stepped through the front door.

"Welcome back, Young Master Orion," the smooth voice of the robotic steward chimed from the entry hall.

Orion waved lazily. "Yeah, yeah. Morning. Or... whatever."

"Would you like breakfast?" the robot asked politely.

"Nah, I ate outside."

He paused, glancing around. "Where's Mom?"

The steward's blinking eyes glowed gently as it replied, "Madam Leiza and Lord Garcia are still resting."

Orion raised an eyebrow. "Still? It's like... noon."

"Yes," the bot said matter-of-factly. "Madam has also canceled all her scheduled appointments for the day. Including her 10 a.m. meditation class and 11:30 a.m. brunch meeting."

Orion blinked slowly. "She canceled brunch?"

"Yes, sir."

He shook his head and wandered into the kitchen, muttering under his breath. "Yeah, they're not getting out of that room anytime soon..."

The house was calm again. Peaceful. But Orion doesn't feel like he is going to be peaceful if his parents would now suddenly act all lovey-dovey in front of him.

He poured himself a glass of cold water and sat down, staring blankly at the table.