I was a Roman deity and ruled the world. And then we were stabbed in the back by those to whom we generously spared their lives. Now I'm here, in a new barbaric world where everyone wears trousers instead of a toga, and people ride in steel boxes. My weak mortal flesh allowed me to retain only a fraction of my strength. But I am Mercury, the patron saint of merchants, thieves, and travelers. So, I will definitely figure out where all the gods of this world have disappeared to and why people have appropriated our power. What? Who said that? Limit yourself in everything and cut through to the goal? Not exactly my style, gentlemen. As my brother Mars used to say, even on the fiercest battlefield, there is time to rest. Besides, look at how many beautiful women there are who no one pays attention to.