章 270: Perfect Pillow for the Hero

John, a scruffy dude who looked like he'd just crawled out of bed despite being in his early twenties, shoved his way through the crowd, grumbling under his breath.

Just moments ago, he was basking in the glory of witnessing a living legend in action.

His hero-worship had been going strong—until his mother's shrill nagging yanked him back to reality.

Again. She'd been riding his ass for days, and now she had to ruin this day too?

John knelt by the still-unconscious Kaisen, whose ripped physique was fully on display.

Muscles rippling, abs glistening, and... there was something else very noticeable that made John's jaw drop.

The damn hero wasn't just knocked out—he was packing like a goddamn bull. John's eyes shot wide open, his mind immediately wishing he could unsee it.