Grandmaster Tomb Raider!

Master Tomb Raider!

The underground Ocean of mana seemed endless, but it was not actually all that large.

Especially since William could not spread his perception here.

Added to the fact that Odin had already detected that Saint-class fierce spirit, he did not dare to act too presumptuous.

He could only hide in a corner for now and slowly fleece the socialist sheep.

Right.

Take it slow.

Without breaking the rhythm even for a single breath, advancing step by step, Odin gradually entered the state of harmony between man and nature.

A Saint-class born fiend was a presence comparable to a deity, so logically, if someone was stealing things in his house, he would definitely be able to discover it.

Yet Odin that little thief was no ordinary person either. He had been proficient in the arts of excavation and hauling since he was in his teens, and by now he had become a grandmaster among underground workers.

When he sank into the Ocean of mana, he could even enter an unfathomable state, and for a short while, that fellow truly did not notice.

But one point among this was very important.

The Saint-class fierce spirit failed to notice him because he had concentrated all his attention on the eight saints hovering above.

The Saint Realm.

An incredible state of being.

If a Legendary-class fierce spirit was completely devoid of intelligence and relied solely on instinct.

Then the intelligence of a Saint-class fierce spirit was already equivalent to a magical beast, and this Saint-class fierce spirit was observing those eight saints at every moment.

Peeping in secret!

And rather unluckily, his secret observation had already been counter-reconnoitered. Although his exact location was still unknown, the vast majority of saints had begun to close in toward the ground rather than turning