While all the major factions in Backlund were revolving around the Black Emperor, Sno was busy with a trivial little matter.
Yet despite how small the matter was, he, who possessed demigod-level combat strength, failed once again.
Because—
"Good afternoon, Huang Beibei."
Looking at this Angel lady who had suddenly pulled him into a sealed space before he could act, Sno sighed helplessly.
This was already the third time he had been interrupted.
The first time, Jana had come knocking. The second time, the True Creator had suddenly wanted to hear a new song. The third time, an Angel had been brought in directly.
At that moment, Sno finally confirmed that the little fellow of unknown gender really knew of his existence and was deliberately guarding against him.
I'm only Sequence Six! Is there really a need to be this cautious? Sno grumbled inwardly. Bernadette, seated across from him, seemed to notice the change in his mood and asked:
"Did I interfere with one of your plans?"
Sno did not intend to discuss the matter further. He gently shook his head, put his social smile back on, and said with a grin:
"I wonder what brings Your Angelic Highness here?"
"If you are dissatisfied, say it directly. Don't speak in that tone that makes me want to punch you." Bernadette casually took out a gold coin and handed it to Sno, her tone carrying a slight fluctuation.
"This is the Mysterious Item from the Winner pathway that you wanted. You should have a way to destroy it."
"Of course." Sno accepted the payment he was due, sealed it with spirituality, and tucked it into the iron cigarette case he carried with him.
Seeing Sno put away the gold coin, Bernadette, who had originally intended to offer a warning, said no