Pass city was an ordinary city with ordinary wealth and status. Out of the many cities in the Central Continent, no one would think of it more than twice.

Just like every city, it was plagued with good and evil. In the dark corner of society lies an ancient occupation, thieves.

They lurked around the common world, and they would make their moves when they found the right target.

Of course, they would not target professionals since they stood no chance against the power of the will.

In a little courtyard located in the east of Pass City lied the base of the thieves. They seemed like a mess on the surface, but they were actually an organized bunch.

If a thief arrived at Pass City without reporting in the base, they would soon learn their lesson or even get killed.

Milton was the owner of the courtyard, who looked like a thin old man around the age of 60.

He was known to be the testimony of justice. Every time a conflict broke out between the thieves, he would resolve it, and it was exactly what he was doing at the moment,

However, this was only because of a rule he made. If any thief tried to resolve a conflict without him, his body would be thrown into the deepest part of a lake.

Milton loved his job. It made him feel alive.

After all, he was a god who lived for thousands of years without a domain. It would be boring if he didn’t find something to kill time.

He did not have many followers in the Central Continent, and most of them were the lowest of the low.

As the god of thief, his followers would change their faith as soon as they failed a robbery.

However, it was because of his powerlessness. He ended up as one of the few gods that did not get cleaned up by the Wizard Union.

Still, this doesn’t mean he did not have live savers. He could hide his energy and make himself invisible, which made escaping very easy.

As long as he didn’t take too many risks or try to increase his followers, he should be able to keep his status as a god.

His income came from the gains of his followers. However, since the wizard union was focused on the Holy Kingdom and they needed each kingdom to be united, there could not be too many thieves around.

Thief God Milton knew about this, so he did not get too greedy. After all, the faith he got each day was enough for him to get by.

As for getting his own domain, he wouldn’t even think about it.

Once he did, his brain would start to hurt, and he might do something crazy that could get him locked up by the wizard union.

Just when he was trying to find some joy in listening to the 2 thieves in front of him going back and forth, his face suddenly twitched, and a little bit of energy sifted out of him by mistake.

However, it was too late. His energy then hit the 2 thieves, and They dropped down out like a block of wood.

By the time thief god Milton turned his gaze, they were already dead.

Still, he did not care too much. Normal thieves were weak anyway. Instead, he knew there was something scary to worry about.

From the scattered information he gained from his followers, he realized people were looking for him all over the continent.

The tactics of those people were simple. Capture a thief, and force them to declare if they follow the thief god or if they know where the thief god was.

This was because the ones going to the job were only normal people, not professionals.

Was it because they didn’t want to provoke the snake before they strike?

Thief god, Milton didn’t feel too good about this. It didn’t seem like the wizard union. There was no way they wouldn’t use professionals.

He quickly scrolled through the information given out by his more faithful followers recently.

Although a single follower might not know much, he had accumulated quite a few faithful ones he could use the passage of faith throughout the continent. He even had 10 followers in the Holy Continent.

It was at that moment. He realized something odd about those 10 followers.

The Holy kingdom was invaded, and something was stolen from the central temple. These days they sent out countless powerful professionals, and many from the front line had been recruited to search around the cities.

Thief god Milton immediately made a connection. What investigation department exclusively used normal people? That’s right, the Holy Kingdom.

As far as he knew, the Holy Kingdom had a special method of brainwashing that turned normal people into the demon from beyond’s followers, but it was not effective on professionals.

Even with the power of the wizard union, they managed to establish a huge network in the Central Continent.

“Damn, are those bastards suspecting me?” Thief God Milton thought to himself.

Intuition was the 6th sense of a god.

He almost wanted to yell, how could he even enter the Holy kingdom.

Before the wizard union started to hunt down gods, he, too had thought about obtaining his own domain.

Back then, he had enough resources to make a holy object to gather faith.

For many gods, holy objects were like a backup. If their body got killed along with their followers by someone powerful, people would still know about their existence as long as their holy object was worldwide.

And as long as people knew about their existence, they would not truly die.

However, this all changed after the wizard union took power. Religion and spreading faith became forbidden, so he could only do so through rumors and legends.

As for something as powerful as the Holy kingdom, he didn’t even want to get close. It was the reason he lived for so long.

As the god of thieves, he was only half a god at most.

If he messed with the Holy Kingdom, he would get destroyed.

He felt his heart chill. He was confident that he could escape from the Holy kingdom, but they might hunt him down together if the wizard union found out.

Since the Wizard Union probably didn’t know the Holy kingdom was making a move, they would definitely double down on their forces. If this happened, his peaceful days would be over.

Thief God Milton knew very well. Both Wizard union and the Holy Kingdom had many methods of finding him through their followers.

If not, no way the wizard union could hunt down so many gods.

As for the holy kingdom, they were experts in faith, so of course, they knew how to find him as well.

“Who pushed the blame on me!” Thief god Milton was not angry at the Holy kingdom. He had no power to do so anyway.

Instead, he was certain that someone was behind this, and he was furious.

He began to look through more information from the Holy Kingdom, and one of his followers who lived close to the temple knew a thing or two.

For thieves, knowing more than normal people was necessary to survive.

Therefore, his curiosity got the best of him after something was stolen from the Holy Kingdom’s central temple.

Rumors were flying around from all sides, and many theories were created.

After hearing those rumors and theories from that follower, Thief God Milton began to analyze.

The Holy Kingdom suspected him because the one who committed the deed was invisible, and his speed was so fast, the professionals on guard didn’t even have time to react.

All of it made sense. He really did have the power to become invisible. Although there were many other ways to become invisible as well, becoming invisible in a temple needed the power of God.

And he was the only god with such power.

There was no need to think anymore. It seemed like the blame was deadlocked on him.

He gazed at the 2 dead thieves in his yard and directly burned them up with a fireball. He knew he couldn’t stay here anymore.

Maybe he would need to become a nomad again.

He wanted to hunt down the bastard who pushed the blame on him, but he also knew someone who had the guts to make a move on the Holy kingdom might be very powerful.

Still, it wouldn’t hurt to investigate. At least he would have something to explain if he got captured by the Holy kingdom.

It was the dignity of a god, even half a god.

He packed up some stuff and lit his courtyard up in flames.

Seeing the people around coming to put out the fire, Thief God Milton let out a sign as he left the crowd. After all, he lived in this city for the past decades.

He did not use a teleportation circle. Instead, he walked.

Of course, no one would notice him as he stepped out the city gate with his invisibility.

It was the reason why so many gods more powerful than him were killed, but he managed to stay alive.

After he left the city gate, he began to fly and accelerated into top speed.

Speed was another most powerful ability of his. It was how he had escaped from so many dangerous situations.

As long as he reached full speed, no one could match him.

However, reaching full speed came at a cost, and it was the power of god. He only had enough power to sustain himself for a weak god, so he could only fly at moderate speed.

After all, he didn’t even have enough power to create his own domain.

Unless a god had many faithful followers accumulated after tens of thousands of years, stabilizing a domain needed large amounts of power.

Only powerful gods could do so, not a weak little god who barely made it through each day.