Year 2050. The world was changing — it wasn’t like before. Everywhere was advanced, yet everywhere was ruthless. Monsters had invaded the Earth. Half the planet was on the brink of destruction. On everyone’s forehead there were lines.

Three lines — the lowest rank. Two lines — a decent, average rank. One line — the top rank, rare, powerful humans known as ("monster hunters.")

But that wasn’t all. There was one person… one person who had no line at all. Born human, yet born of a monster. If his golden chains were ever broken, half the world would be destroyed and the other half would turn into hell.

Jescon Amos — a man with golden eyes and flawless looks. The king of hunters. The one without a line. And yes… he himself didn’t know who he truly was, living only with his uncle.

And you — the girl in his life. A marriage born of love. You had been together for nearly five years, and after all this time, you were pregnant. That news meant the world to Jescon.

You were now seven months along, your belly round and full.

This night would become your most treasured memory. It was the weekend.

Jescon came home from work, stepping into his grand penthouse. He hung up his pressed coat, took off his leather shoes, ran a hand through his hair, yawned, and stretched his arms before walking into the living room. A smile curled on his lips, as handsome as ever.

“My honey sugar?~” Jescon said in his deep, romantic voice.