Chapter 202: The Emperor and the Hero

The man standing in front of him, the one wearing a toga, looked exactly like Kaisen, but something was too different about him. Though their appearances were the same, the two men were exponentially different.

Kara had a hard time looking at both of them, wondering how two people could look identical yet be so different from each other.

'It's only now I see the stark difference they have.'

The one beside her was fun and cautious, someone who looked like he'd bend his knees for survival. The one opposite her was someone who would rather stand his ground and get punished than kneel before anyone—a personality forged with an iron fist.

Both of them looked at each other without saying anything, like two cats sizing each other up in an alley. Their red eyes locked onto each other.

Kayden's white hair draped over his shoulder like a king's regal mane, while Kaisen's unruly white hair hung over his forehead, just brushing his shoulders like a rebellious teenager's mop.

That wasn't the only distinction, though. Kaisen was built like a gym enthusiast who got a sudden upgrade from a genie, all even muscles and strength.

Kayden, on the other hand, looked like he earned his body through hard work, with imperfections that told a story of struggle and determination.

It was like comparing a sleek sports car to a rugged off-road vehicle—both impressive, but built for different terrains.

Of course, all of this was Kara's brain doing gymnastics. She had no idea what Kaisen was capable of beneath that funny mask of his. On the flip side, he had a pretty good idea of what Kayden could do.

At least, she thought she did.

Nonetheless, she knew something big was about to go down in this Golden City Kayden had built from scratch. Whether it crumbled like a cookie or soared higher than a caffeinated kite, that was all up to Kaisen now.

She bowed slightly, bidding her farewell from the reunion like a diva exiting stage left, and walked out, closing the balcony doors behind her with a soft click.

Whoosh~

A gust of wind suddenly blew, making both twins' white hair dance like it was auditioning for a shampoo commercial.

"Hello, brother..."

Kayden said, his voice familiar but his tone different, like a cat greeting a mouse it wasn't planning to eat just yet. Kayden stepped forward, smiling gracefully like a king at a charity gala. Not too arrogant, but just the right amount of regal.

"Motherfucker! You stupid fucking—cough—cough—why did you do that, dear brother?"

Kayden started with heavy cussing, like a sailor who'd stubbed his toe, but quickly reverted back to a more refined tone.

But, as the old proverb goes, said words and farted farts cannot be taken back.

"Dear brother, you should know you're terrible at playing innocent. It disgusts me what you were trying to do just now, you fake and deranged cunt! If you use that tone with me one more time, I swear, I'll tell Helena about the water bottle incident."

Kaisen grinned cruelly as he walked towards Kayden, who was still on the ground, gingerly checking his jaw. It was a smile that said, "I've got dirt on you, and I'm not afraid to use it."

Kayden glared at Kaisen for a second, breathing like a bull about to charge. It wasn't an angry stare. He knew the person across from him wasn't going to hurt him, but there was a cocktail of fear and caution swirling in his blood-red eyes.

Not much, but enough to notice.

He sat up, wiping his mouth with the grace of a nobleman dabbing away wine stains, and looked Kaisen straight in the eye.

"Stupid cunt! The first thing you do after coming back is this, huh? I save you from goons just hours ago, and this is how you repay me? You never change, do you, Kaisen?"

Kayden shook his head, simultaneously shaking his jaw with his fingers as if testing for loose teeth. His eyes didn't even flicker when Kaisen reached out a hand to him, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Despite all the animosity and all the "stupid cunt" moments they shared, at the end of the day, they always ended up under the same roof, like two mismatched bookends holding up the same shelf.

"Really, brother? You couldn't wait five minutes before getting back to your old tricks?"

Kayden muttered, rubbing his jaw and glaring daggers at Kaisen, who wore a grin that could only be described as 'psychotically charming.'

Kaisen shrugged.

"Hey, you know me. Why change a winning formula?"

Kayden rolled his eyes but took the offered hand, pulling himself up with a begrudging grin.

"One of these days, Kaisen, I'm going to remind you why I'm the older brother."

"Looking forward to it," Kaisen said with a wink.