"As long as it doesn't exceed Atlantis's Artificial God, I can deal with it," I said.
"That's true." The bartender nodded.
Soon, I walked out of the bar. As an outlier among the Inspectors, I had almost no friends. Those Inspectors were all violent-tempered people, and I had beaten them up more than once.
I continued patrolling the Sixth District. Everything here was so familiar to me.
Occasionally, screams could still be heard. I had long since grown accustomed to them.
Even the Sixth District wasn't free of death. Monsters invaded every now and then, but according to the rules, I couldn't stop them. I only intervened when they were exceptionally powerful.
But this scream grew louder and louder. I frowned and walked toward the sound. When I arrived, my expression froze.
The screams had stopped. Standing before me was a man dressed entirely in black. His clothes were extremely luxurious.
Just one glance at him made me sense that something was unusual. The man before me was absolutely and unbelievably powerful.
I glanced at him and said with a smile, "Loki?"
"That's right." The man smiled.
I looked at him. His entire body was suffused with wickedness, and it also contained a terrifying killing intent. He seemed to have walked out of a sea of corpses and mountains of bones. He looked extremely frightening.
"I came to find you today." Loki looked at me.
"To find me? What for?" I asked.
"I've found a major opportunity and need helpers. You're just the right person." Loki spoke.
"Oh, is that so?" I let out a cold laugh and looked at him. "If that's really the case, why can I sense your killing intent toward me?"
"If you dare refuse me, then please accept this killing intent." Loki smiled. He was