Kingdom Zero
Slowly, the lingering ghosts of his three years of unemployment—the polite rejections, the humiliating coldness of the Hartwell estate, the quiet self-doubt that had eroded his confidence—began to burn away, replaced by a calm, unshakable certainty.
Ethan Vale wasn't broken. He wasn't useless. His worth had never been zero.
Actually, that number—zero—was his worth. Not as a measure of lack, but as an ideology, a truth he hadn't yet learned to claim.
He was a Zerologist in the making, though the title meant nothing to him now, a stranger's word for a stranger's future.
He simply didn't know it yet. The realization waited somewhere ahead of him, patient, inevitable, ready to reshape everything