God of Tricksters

"Since we have a deal, I promise that I will help you with the investigation of that statue." Theo nodded with a serious expression, finally getting the Shadow King's help.

"Good. You can rest here today, and we will go on a trip tomorrow." The Shadow King suddenly thought of another useful thing. "Can you communicate with your clone remotely?"

"Yes, I can," Theo admitted without hesitation. Giving this secret to the monster was safer than to humans after all. At least, they wouldn't stab him in the back so suddenly.

"You can have your clone stay here, so even if I'm not here, I can talk with Syk." The Shadow King harrumphed. "As for when we go to the Frost Saint, I don't care if you go with the clone… I want your real body to accompany me in this investigation."

"I understand. Though, I can't help you with anything."

"Don't worry. You just need to wait in the distance. I will do the rest."

"Okay. That's not a problem for me." Theo agreed without hesitation.

"That's all. This place won't have anyone roaming around, so it should be safe. Unfortunately, I can't bring you to our home."

"Yes. That's fine with me." Theo accepted it. Although it was unfair, there was no way he would allow a stranger to come to his house too.

"Then, I will meet you tomorrow." The Shadow King nodded and carried Syk in her embrace as she went back to their home.

The Shadow King immediately followed her while Seelzik, the horse, ended up sitting next to him as though he was trying to accompany him because of pity.

Little did they know, the investigation this time might be far more dangerous than anyone could think.

…

Unknown Base.

"So, this is the place." A bald man suddenly appeared on top of a metal gate that was planted on the ground. He looked down before glancing to the side, finding ten people hiding behind the trees.

"There's no need to hide. I am here to look around the facility. You should have no problem with it, right?" The bald man smirked as his gaze returned to the metal gate. He shouted, "Open the gate!"

The gate gradually opened as if responding to his order, revealing the layout inside.

In the center of the hole, there was a small cube attached to the floor. However, the thing that made the cube special was the giant cylinder attached to it, making it look like a barrel.

"Oh. It's almost done." The bald man smiled before turning to all the people who were working on it. "How are you guys? I hope that you work tirelessly!"

He looked like a friendly man, but no one actually recognized the person before them. They thought this middle-aged man was a supervisor that just came to check their progress.

However, everything soon changed when another middle-aged man came to greet him while having troubled looks. "Well, well… Isn't this Sir Fist Saint? May I know how I can help you?"

"You are?" The bald man squinted his eyes, not knowing this guy's name.

"You can call me Hegen. I am the supervisor in this place." He smiled, introducing himself politely.

Still, the people were shocked when Hegen became polite and even lowered his head to this guy. And when they finally processed what Hegen called him, they gasped and gulped down with a troubled expression.

They never expected this cheerful bald man was actually one of the top ten experts in the world, the Fist Saint.

"I just want to see the progress. I heard that this place has been bothered a lot." The Fist Saint nodded with his head, greeting him back.

"That's…" The supervisor didn't know what to say. On one hand, he wanted to deny it to prove that he was a good supervisor. On the other hand, if he lied and got caught, the Fist Saint would be displeased, and no one would know what was going to happen to him.

In the end, his answer was in the middle. "Yes. However, we managed to eliminate all of them completely. It's nothing for Sir to worry about. For now, no one knows about the content of the secret base."

"I see. It seems that the old fox managed to fool everyone. I'm looking forward to the day it can start working." The bald man smirked before clutching his fists. "I really want to kill a goddamn World Class Monster. They've ruled this world for too long, and it's time for the humans to become the apex predator again!"

"Yes, yes." The supervisor gave him a half-baked answer as he thought inwardly, 'You just want to fight that World Class Monster aren't you?'

Obviously, he couldn't say that aloud or the Fist Saint would kill him.

"So, how is the progress?" The Fist Saint asked.

"We have completed the cannon, so we are just fine-tuning it. According to our speculation, we should be able to finish the cannon in 1-2 months."

"That's quite long, huh."

"Of course. This is very important, so we can't afford to make any mistakes. I hope that Sir Fist Saint can forgive us for doing such slow work." The supervisor scratched the back of his head, apologizing.

"Fine then. I guess I can't do anything about it. I have been told specifically not to fight any King Class Monster around here too because the frost giant will know about it." The bald man fell silent, thinking about what he wanted to do.

After two minutes, he finally opened his mouth again. "Do you have any room here?"

"Yes, we certainly have." The supervisor nodded furiously. Even though there was none, he could always clear up some places to please the Fist Saint.

"Good. I will stay here for a few days. You will be my guide and explain to me how it works and the progress. I want to see what kind of cannon you build right now." The bald man decided without hesitation.

Although he wanted to cry, the supervisor could only agree since the Fist Saint was one of the biggest contributors to this project. They wouldn't start this project without his agreement because the Death Reaper couldn't do it alone.

"Hahahaha!" After a long laugh, he finally jumped into the base.