Cassius had Dylan on his lap as they both ate cookies. One of his hands was wrapped around the little boy while the other was busy with his system.

He was doing his work, researching his new artist.

"Father," Dylan called lightly.

"Hm," the man hummed lightly.

"How did you become King? You don't look like those royalties in books," Dylan said.

Cassius chuckled. "I'm not royalty, little man. I'm more like... a self-made king."

"And how did you do that?" Dylan asked.

"I never gave up. I tried to make a difference in my own way. I helped people, discovered new talent, and built my empire every single day—"...