When Wodema Meets Kaitou Kid

"This is... a camp?"

"A gathering place for Ye Yu's Believers?"

"Perfect, here's my chance!"

A crude camp came into Wodema's view. He stopped, a hint of surprise flickering across his face.

If he wanted to uncover Ye Yu's hidden cards, he couldn't just go ask Ye Yu directly.

So, coaxing information out of Ye Yu's Believers was clearly the smarter move!

Wodema didn't think his plan would fail.

After all, he, Wodema, looked just like a human.

Pretending to be one of Ye Yu's Believers was the perfect disguise!

Surely, those foolish humans would never see through it!

With that thought, Wodema smirked smugly and descended from the air.

The next moment, he strode into the camp with an elegant gait.

Soon, Wodema stepped inside.

The instant he appeared, the entire camp fell dead silent.

Countless players' eyes snapped onto him.

Feeling their gazes, Wodema paused briefly.

But he didn't take it to heart.

These stupid humans couldn't possibly see through his identity.

Everyone basically looked the same—just different hair colors, skin tones, and eye colors!

Was that strange?

In the World of Gods, people of all skin colors existed; everyone was used to it!

Wodema didn't believe these ignorant humans would see him as an outsider.

"Oh my god, a foreigner's here!"

"No way, the Immortal Path actually has foreign players?"

"It's a server war, and this foreigner dares to waltz into our territory? Isn't he afraid we'll gang up on him?"

"Look at him, keeps glancing around—could he be a spy for the foreigners?"

"You kidding? Are the foreigners that dumb? No disguise at all?"

"Hey, it's free-breathing America, they're used to being arrogant!"

The atmosphere was bizarre, broken only by the players' hushed murmurs.

Wodema swaggered through the camp, a charming smile on his face.

Just as he'd guessed!

These ignorant mortals had no idea he was a god!

He chuckled inwardly, scanning his surroundings.

Soon, his gaze landed on Kaitou Kid.

"This mortal—yellow skin, black eyes, black hair too!"

"But the aura he gives off is somewhat similar to my own Believers!"

"He's probably the leader of this human group, isn't he?"

"Good, I can pump him for information!"

Thinking this, Wodema walked toward Kaitou Kid with a smile.

The surrounding players all widened their eyes.

Even now, they had no clue what this foreign "player" was here for!

But they were sure that with the server war already underway, this foreign "player" wasn't here for anything good.

"What do we do? Kill him?"

"Shh, keep it down. The situation's unclear—I think we shouldn't act rashly."

"Should we notify Great God Gu Du? He's the overall commander."

"Good idea, I'll PM Great God Gu Du and see what he suggests."

Since Wodema's arrival was so abrupt and suspicious, the players held off on any rash moves. After a quick discussion, they decided to inform Gu Du first.

Immediately, some players began sending private messages to Gu Du.

By then, Wodema was already standing before Kaitou Kid.

"Hello there, sir!"

Wodema's face beamed with a charming smile.

His pallid features wore an expression of harmlessness.

Kaitou Kid glanced at Wodema, the corner of his mouth curling into a strange arc.

He sighed inwardly.

"Sure enough, a foreign player—straight into that kind of talk!"

"I was thinking of just watching the show, but now it seems..."

With that thought, Kaitou Kid grinned at Wodema.

"Hello, friend from America!"

The words reached Wodema's ears, leaving him slightly dazed.

He could roughly understand what the other said, but some terms baffled him.

America?

What was that?

Was he complimenting my beauty?

Well, I, Wodema, am of noble blood and a deity besides—the aura I exude is naturally elegant and charming!

Still, humans are rather ignorant after all.

How could "beauty" describe a lofty god like me?

Though disdainful inside, Wodema kept his charming smile firmly in place.

"My friend, does your god..."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Wodema began to ask.

Before he could finish, Kaitou Kid nodded knowingly.

"Got it, got it—I know your god!"

"God, right? Who doesn't know him!"

"That old bachelor who's into SM!"

"But he's not popular around here."

As he spoke, Kaitou Kid reached out and patted Wodema.

Wodema's face went blank.

God?

What's that?

And SM?

Question marks filled his mind, completely unaware that his coat had already vanished.

The surrounding players gasped in shock.

What was this foreign player up to?

Why would he just put away his own gear?

Was he trying to show friendliness?

"Friend, I'm asking about my god..."

Wodema frowned and pressed on.

He felt sure this mortal knew something about Ye Yu's trump cards.

After all, the man looked so calm—clearly he held a high position among Ye Yu's Believers!

Wodema didn't want to miss this chance to fish for information.

"Why bring up that old bachelor again?"

"I told you, your God doesn't fly around here!"

"You gotta talk about the Jade Emperor, Tathagata Buddha... hell, even the Monkey King would do!"

Kaitou Kid chuckled and patted Wodema again.

With a use of Sleight of Hand Technique, Wodema's shirt vanished into thin air.

His scrawny upper body was now completely exposed to the air.

Under the system's enforcement, even a Demi-God like Wodema couldn't resist Sleight of Hand Technique.

But this time, Wodema finally noticed something was wrong.

Why did it feel so chilly?

He looked down—his shirt was gone!

Wodema was instantly dumbfounded!

Though he was a Demi-God, a Demi-God couldn't create something from nothing.

So he had no way to conjure clothes for himself, nor could he even use Divine Power to cover his body!

After all, this was Ye Yu's Divine Domain—he was suppressed here to a certain extent!

Immediately, Wodema grew frantic.

But unfortunately, how could Kaitou Kid let Wodema off so easily?

He grabbed Wodema's arm with one hand, while the other reached toward him!

Seeing this, the players all around widened their eyes!

"Whoa, there's some bromance going on!"

"Off it comes, off it comes—this foreigner's stripping again!"

"Holy duck, my eyes—this time even his pants are off!"

"What the hell is he trying to do? Performance art?"

"You never know, actually—don't foreigners love that kind of thing? Maybe he's planning to streak!"