Mythology Management System

White Shark turned his head to look at the suddenly appearing golden figure, his eyes filled with rage.

Where the hell did this idiot come from? Can't you see we're fighting?

"Get out of my way! If you don't, I'll chop you in half with one strike!" White Shark coldly stared at the figure. If he hadn't sensed that this person was a bit strange, would White Shark have bothered to waste words with him?

The golden figure was shrouded in a halo of light, making it impossible to see the face of the person inside.

The man shook his head, ignoring White Shark's words, and repeated, "Did any of you lose something?"

Suddenly, the man pulled out another short knife from behind his back and brandished three short knives—one gold, one silver, and one black—in front of them.

A glint flashed in the mustache's eyes, and taking advantage of the white shark's momentary daze, he rushed in front of the figure.

"Give me my weapon!" the mustachioed man said hastily.

The black dagger in the man's hand was the same one that had been knocked away by the white shark earlier. He didn't ask about the man's identity or background; getting his weapon back was the most important thing right now.

The golden figure blinked, tilted its head, and said, "Is it yours?"

"Enough with the nonsense!" The man with the mustache said impatiently, reaching out to snatch the dagger from the man's hand.

The golden figure swayed slightly, dodging the hand that the mustachioed man was about to strike, and said with a grin, "You can have it, but you have to answer one question to me truthfully first."

"You fucking..." The mustachioed man looked resentful, and the same thought as the great white shark popped into his mind.

Where did this brain-dead person come from?

White Shark coldly watched the two, gripping his serrated broadsword in his right hand, ready to strike at any moment.

He was too anxious when the battle was interrupted, so he didn't notice the other person's strength.

Upon closer inspection, White Shark realized that this person was just an ordinary person in his perception!

He couldn't understand who gave him the audacity to provoke him, a mere ordinary person. Could this person be a hidden master?

Seeing that White Shark hadn't made a move, the man with the mustache sensed something was wrong. He thought to himself, "This guy is either a master or just an ordinary person."

But upon comparison, the man with the mustache was more inclined to believe the former. If this person were really just an ordinary person, would he have the guts to come here to die?

Although the man with the mustache had been in the Black Dragon Society for a long time and had developed some arrogance, he was not stupid. He knew after a little probing that he had met his match.

Thinking of this, the man with the mustache instantly broke into a smile, as if nothing had happened.

"Haha, this brother is quite the joker. Ask me anything you want, and I'll answer to the best of my ability," the man with the mustache said, secretly observing the white shark.

White Shark coldly observed the two, wanting to see what tricks they were planning to play. He couldn't tell how deep the other person was, but he could vaguely sense a faint threat. Making a rash move was not the best choice for him.

The golden figure, seeing that both of them were looking at him, smiled slightly on his face, which was shrouded in a halo of light.

Then, the golden figure spoke in a somewhat serious tone: "Then you must answer truthfully, did you drop this golden dagger, this silver dagger, or this ordinary dagger?"

"Huh??" The man with the mustache opened his mouth, looking as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a durian.

I thought I'd met a master, but it turns out he's an idiot!

Are you cosplaying as the River God?!

The white shark's ferocious face turned bright red, as if it had been deceived.

He was so cautious just now, but it turns out this guy is most likely just an ordinary person, or rather, perhaps he should be described as having "late-stage chuunibyou" (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur).

"You dare to play me?" White Shark smirked, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, a terrifying killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Since that's the case, then you might as well all die together!!"

The serrated broadsword slashed towards the mustachioed man and the mysterious figure, a sharp gust of wind howling through the air.

The man with the mustache was so anxious that he jumped up and down, and hurriedly reached out to try to snatch the black dagger from the river god's hand.

As for catching a blade bare-handed? Don't be ridiculous. It might be possible if it were Black Dragon Boss, but if Little Mustache dared to do that, White Shark would kill him with one strike.

"Huh? Is this your choice? You're quite honest. Well then, I'll give you both the gold knife and the silver knife."

Before the man with the mustache could react, the river god swiftly shoved two short swords into his hands.

The man with the mustache stared blankly at the two short knives in his hands, on the verge of tears. He wanted to confront the man from earlier, but found that he had already vanished from sight.

White Shark was far stronger than Little Mustache, yet even he couldn't figure out how the River God left.

Could that person really be a master? White Shark couldn't understand it. If that person was truly a master, their strength was probably even greater than his own.

His strength is already at the peak of the third tier. If someone is even stronger than him, wouldn't he be a fourth-tier expert?

When did this unknown powerhouse appear in Qingshui City? How come he didn't know anything about him?

Moreover, why would such a powerful person be so bored as to come and play tricks on them?

White Shark was filled with questions, but he didn't intend to delve into things he couldn't understand. Dealing with the Black Dragon Society scum in front of him was the most important thing.

Once these people are dead, he can safely take over the Black Dragon Society's territory.

The man with the mustache gritted his teeth, wishing he could devour the man whole. He was no match for White Shark to begin with, and the man had even disarmed him. What difference was there between that and sending him to his death?

Never mind, having a weapon is better than having none. The man with the mustache didn't have time to think and raised his arm to block.

"clang--"

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and he actually blocked the powerful blow from the white shark!

“This…” White Shark’s pupils contracted.

"How can it be?!"

This time he didn't hold back at all, and that second-tier weakling was able to block his full-force attack without getting hurt.

The man with the mustache also looked surprised. He knew this was definitely not his doing, so the only thing left was...

"It's the effect of those two knives!!"

White Shark and Mustache quickly grasped the key point, and their gazes shifted to the two short swords beneath the serrated broadsword.

The golden dagger was enveloped in a faint golden halo, with golden light shimmering on it. Each time it flashed, a buffering force field, barely perceptible to the naked eye, emanated outwards, and the force exerted on the mustache immediately decreased by one point.

The silver dagger was also shrouded in a silver halo. Each time the silver light flashed, the sharpness of the serrated broadsword diminished, which is why the mustachioed man was not injured by the blade aura of the sword in White Shark's hand.

"Good stuff!!" The greed in White Shark's eyes was undisguised; he considered these two items to be his for the taking.

Even though he didn't understand the deeper meaning behind that person giving these two treasures to the scum of the Black Dragon Society, he would never let these two treasures go.

Thinking of this, White Shark snorted coldly and charged forward again, sword in hand.

The river god, hiding in the shadows, narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured in a voice only he could hear, "Now, I should consider this the task Li Si gave me completed, right?"

"Achoo!"

While sneaking through the Black Dragon Society's treasury, Li Si couldn't help but sneeze. He touched his nose and muttered under his breath, "Which beauty is talking about me behind my back again?"

Oh, right, I just asked the River God to go outside and stall for time, to let them fight a little longer. I wonder if the River God has finished yet.

"Ah~"

Li Si sighed. He had thought the fourth-tier and above experts he had encountered were already quite bizarre, but after Fu Jiu summoned the River God, he realized that compared to this guy, they were nothing!