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Ivan walked among mortals in a human body, blending into the mundane rhythm of human life. He had seen countless faces, heard endless stories, yet none lingered in his thoughts for long—until now. A guy with silver hair stood at the edge of a busy city street, light catching on strands like frost beneath a winter sun. There was nothing outwardly extraordinary about him, just another guy doing graffiti, yet the Ivan’s gaze lingered, curiosity sparking without reason.

“Why this guy?”

The god remained silent, content to watch from afar, wondering what thread of fate had made this moment feel eternal. Ivan was never emotional, he never had an interest in someone either.