“…”
“…”
A very awkward silence.
In which, Hokulrus looked Vulcan as if seeing a strange creature for the first time in his life.
He thought.
‘Well, neither Dragonians nor any other races, that Demi-god cleared Act 2, but is not going to serve as a god? What the hell is that bastard doing?’
It did not make sense at all.
Of course, there were many of Demi-gods that lived like a spoiled brat and stirred up their parents’ world.
Believing in a much more superior body than human beings, those bastards exercised power and made so much trouble.
They were so pathetic that they did not even think to grind away in Asgard.
But Vulcan was different from them.
He came to Asgard with his own will, and grinded away harder than anyone and raised his level.
He achieved enough to astonish Hokulrus, the Act 2’s supreme manager, and also was a promising Demi-got who was staring, the shortest period of time, Act 2’s clear in the face.
“Why the hell is he saying such thing?”
It did not make sense to Hokulrus, further, he was angry.
He suppressed his anger and looked at Vulcan who was staring at him without a word, then said.
“Are you sure that you have no intention of serving as a god, are you really saying that?”
“Yes, that’s right…”
With an uncomprehending look, Vulcan answered.