And the oldest kind at that!
'This guy's probably got a few screws loose...'
That was why he was so wary when he saw Isaac. This was a madman—one who was not much weaker than himself. There was no telling what he was capable of. And what's more...
He looked up at the Master of Blood, who was hovering half a step behind Isaac, a grave look flashing in his eyes. 'There's no mistaking it. That's a God!'
A True God, no less!
Just like that Staff of Deformation. Although he didn't know why it was only Tier Four, its status was undeniably that of a genuine True God!
"I am Isaac Solomon. My apologies for the disturbance. I mean you no harm; I'm just here to find my test subject," Isaac said politely, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect.
'I have no choice,' Isaac thought. 'This guy has mastered Mysterious Trace, which basically makes him invincible. There's no need to make an enemy of him. A thief can strike at any time, but you can't be on guard forever.'
