The Treasure Thief Rat was livid, exclaiming with indignation, "Devious humans! How dare you set a trap for me?"
John's smile was brilliant and unwavering as he leisurely responded, "Well, that's not entirely true. I merely pointed you in a direction; it was you who chose to look that way."
The rat's face twisted into a very human-like expression of fury.
Its tiny rodent visage seemed at odds with its rotund and stout body.
It looked as if it would love nothing more than to leap at John and scratch deep marks across his face.
However, a deep-seated instinct held the Treasure Thief Rat back.
The reason was clear: the rat, with its acute sense of smell, detected a faint but unmistakable aura of danger emanating from the young man before it.
John had meticulously concealed his aura.
For any other being, even those of Demigod Level, discerning John's true power would be impossible.
