I was wrong. Odin wasn’t the only god who had lightning power. There were other gods with it, such as Zeus, Thor, Indra, and Unsa[1], but quest number six’s tiny lightning bolts were too crude to be named after a god. Even if it was developed to its maximum potential, it would still be inferior to Odin’s Wrath at D-class. That was the limit of skills with low potential.

Ah, man.

I was looking forward to seeing him, but I was disappointed. The dagger he aimed at me passed by in vain when I slightly tilted my head. Well, the Sixth Virtue was a young boy in my past, so quest number six couldn’t be him.

Tadadak.

I heard someone running away through the swaying bushes.

Sheaaaak-

I jumped on him and pulled his neck. He hit the ground and bounced up, then I saw his face. He was a Caucasian whom I had never seen before. My high expectations for quest number six came to nothing. I punched his head, and he began squirming his last in the cracked burrow that looked like a small meteor had hit it.

“I was excited,” I murmured.

After checking his items and insignias, I searched his backpack. There was nothing special...