He walked down the street.
The fat sheep who had caught Orsaga's attention had no idea that danger had already set its sights on him.
Or rather, even if he knew someone was watching him, he would not care much.
He might even find it amusing.
After all, he was no small fry, but a true powerhouse.
At least, that was unquestionably true in this world!
Worida Mala—that was the man's name.
In this world,
he was the God of Rogues!
As for what exactly a rogue was—
the specifics were somewhat complicated. It was roughly a hybrid Extraordinary Profession combining assassins, killers, thieves, scouts, and the like.
In any case, depending on the individual, it could develop different inclinations and thus branch into different professions.
For example, those inclined toward utility could advance it into Master Thieves, Stealers, and so on; those inclined toward fighting could advance it into Shadow Assassins, Silent Killers, and the like...
And as the God of Rogues and the supreme boss of all related derivative Extraordinary Professions,
Worida Mala, in theory, naturally gathered the strengths of a hundred schools. He possessed the world's greatest assassination techniques, stealth techniques, reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance techniques...
Furthermore, due to his divine portfolio, he could automatically sense any act of theft, assassination, and the like.
Thus, he did not care in the slightest whether anyone was plotting against him.
If the other party intended to ambush him, he would sense it through the power of his divine portfolio before they made a move.
If they attacked him head-on, then as a being who was by no means weak even among gods—indeed, someone firmly in the upper-middle ranks—
aside from a very small number of beings, virtually no one else could truly threaten his life.
As for the various mortal