�Human! You don�t need the Mercenary King�s scroll! I will make you one! Use the great and mighty Raon� Miru�s orb!�

�Ignore the little kid and use mine.�

Smirk.

Just thinking about it made Cale smirk even during this serious moment. He took out a magic scroll from his spatial pocket bag.

Riiiiiip.

A fire orb appeared in the air as he ripped the scroll.

�Goldie gramps! The human needs to use mine!�

�Aigoo, my poor life.�

Raon Miru was the winner in the end.

Cale looked toward the fire orb shining above his head. He then flinched.

�My drinking buddy, there is a painting on the ceiling of the temple�s corridor, but you can just ignore that.�

�Ignore this? Ignore this painting on the ceiling?�

However, Cale had no choice but to pay attention.

The first image on the spot on the ceiling closest to him.

��The Jungle?�

It was too similar to the Western continent�s Jungle.

It was at that moment.

� In the past.

In ancient times.

� There was a human who wished to become a god.

The thief started to speak again.

�Someone who wished to become a god?�

The thief resumed speaking after Cale asked the question.

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