Thor looked toward the figures outside the door. The people who had arrived so quickly were either residents of this Apartment Block or small business owners from the storefronts downstairs.
Aside from the elderly woman buying groceries whom he had met earlier, Thor also spotted the Biscuit Shop Owner, the cashier he had encountered while buying water at the convenience store, and the two elementary school students who played with ants downstairs. There were already over sixty people in total. Considering it was still working hours, some probably had not made it back yet. For all he knew, this entire building—or even half the street—could be filled with their people.
Set sighed. "I told you, couldn't you sit down and talk things over properly first? Don't go throwing punches over everything. Now you've caused trouble, haven't you?"
Thor was unmoved. His cold gaze swept across the crowd's faces.
"You're all gods? Why haven't I seen any of you before?"
"Because we are gods who have been forgotten," the Biscuit Shop Owner said. As he spoke, the crowd gradually parted to make way for him, allowing him to enter the room.
"Forgotten gods?" Thor frowned.
"Not everyone has been as fortunate as you, Son of Odin, Thor."
"You know who I am?" Thor asked in a low voice.
"For someone as famous as you, it would be hard not to. You're everywhere on television and in all kinds of literary works," the Biscuit Shop Owner said flatly.
"And what might your great name be?"
"That is no longer important. Even if I told you my name, you would not know it. In truth, there are very few people left in this world who still know my name."
"Fine. I don't care what any of you are called. If you know what's