Chen Fan had never even touched a military knife in all his life, let alone a kitchen knife. The only knife he had ever used was probably a pencil sharpener.
But of course, he had not asked for a knife just to put on a show.
What gave Chen Fan the nerve to say that was the cheat Loki had given him—Borrowing Tiger's Might.
At the barbecue stall, the middle-aged office worker rested his chin on his hand as he sized up the tense, reserved-looking boy before him. "Oh dear, what a headache. What kind of ability should I give you?"
Chen Fan did not like Loki's gaze, because it was all too familiar to him. It was like a predator staring at a plump piece of prey. "Isn't your agent ability that magical putty thing? No, wait, I haven't agreed to be your agent yet."
Chen Fan instinctively sensed that Loki had no good intentions in choosing him as an agent. Well, anyone could have guessed that, even with their toes. The man sitting before him was none other than Loki, the famed God of Lies and Mischief. It would have been strange if Loki had not wanted to stir up trouble.
Yet the God of Lies and Mischief himself seemed utterly unaware of this. Upon hearing Chen Fan's retort, he merely looked at the boy across from him with a half-smile.
Before long, Chen Fan grew increasingly guilty under his gaze.
He was just a useless background character who did not even dare fight back against school delinquents. And now, sitting before him was an evil god from Norse Mythology. Chen Fan was not stupid; the instant those words left his mouth, he knew he had said something foolish again.
He had no say at all in the