Mystery: At the start, you gain the uniqueness of the thief.

Chapter 24 Klein felt mentally exhausted.

"How vicious!" Rosen gasped and almost instinctively clutched his head. Although he was confident that he would look good even bald, who would want to be bald?

Rosen, for his part, was determined to protect his hair at all costs.

Thus began a "battle royale," where those who fled the slowest risked having their heads burned off. During this escape, the children of the gods undoubtedly showed their love and affection for each other, striving to give their brothers a free new haircut, emphasizing humility.

This led to the situation where, when Klein regained his spirituality and part of his consciousness returned to the cotton doll, he opened his eyes to find himself being moved at high speed.

Because he was inside someone's pocket, Klein was forced to tumble and roll around in the pocket along with other random things while moving at high speed. Luckily, his cotton doll body was immune to normal physical damage, otherwise he would have been badly injured from rolling around like that.

Even so, Klein was not feeling well; he felt like he was repeatedly riding a thrilling roller coaster.

"No... Oh my god... What... Help!"

Klein felt he had never experienced anything so exciting in his life.

Fortunately, his cries for help worked, and someone noticed his presence in time, pulled him out of his pocket, and saved him from rolling around any longer.

"Good morning, or good evening? I'm so glad to see you again, Klein." Rosen, who was dodging the flames behind him, even took a moment to greet Klein amidst his busy schedule.

"No, what are you doing? Are you being chased? Oh my god, what is that?!" With Klein's exclamation, scissors formed from flames appeared above Rosen's head. Fortunately, the latter reacted quickly by ducking and rolling, thus avoiding having his hair cut off.

"We weren't being chased, it's just that we angered Little Red, and she swore to burn all of our hair, so we're playing battle royale now," Rosen explained excitedly, clearly quite pleased with himself.

Klein fell silent. He leaned on Rosen's shoulder and glanced back, only to see a child who looked about Rosen's age chasing after him at a leisurely pace. It was clear that the child's attitude was not urgent, but rather more like a cat playing with a mouse.

Klein glanced at Rosen, who, despite being "hunted," was clearly having a good time. After a moment of mental processing, he sincerely asked, "Is this a game between you brothers?"

"Maybe?" Rosen said uncertainly, then seemed to see something excitedly running off in another direction: "Amon! Don't run away! We'll die together!"

"Who wants to die with you? Get lost!" Amon, who had been hiding properly, suddenly ran in another direction after being bombarded by flames. His short legs were surprisingly fast.

Rosen turned to look at Little Red and sincerely suggested, "You've been chasing me for quite a while now, shouldn't you switch targets? I need to catch up with Klein!"

Medici gave him a deep look, then his gaze fell on the cotton doll on Rosen's shoulder.

Klein suddenly felt a sense of unease, as if the other party was scrutinizing him.

"Hiss!" Medici suddenly chuckled, and a ball of flame grazed Rosen's arm, igniting his sleeve, forcing Rosen to quickly extinguish the fire.

While he was putting out the fire, Medici slowly walked in the direction Amon had fled.

"...Is that your brother too?" Klein asked with some difficulty after Medich disappeared around the corner. Just before Medich left, they had made eye contact, and at that moment, Klein felt the other's undisguised aura.

The aura of the Red Angels is not something a college freshman can resist; it's an aura honed through countless battles. It's normal for a timid person to be brought to tears at a glance.

"Uh, how should I put it, is he considered my father's adopted son?" Rosen thought for a few seconds before answering.

Medici was certainly not the child of the sun god, but in a sense, he could be considered the child of the sun god.

"Then he's your brother too." Klein couldn't help but touch his arm. Although he was using a soft, cotton-like arm, he still felt a chill run down his spine.

This made Klein remark, "Your brothers are all pretty scary."

Whether it was Adam, who saw through human nature, or Medici, who had been through many battles, they both brought a little shock to the ordinary Klein.

In contrast, Amon didn't evoke much of a feeling in Klein, since he was always suppressed by Rosen, and under such circumstances, even the most terrifying feeling disappeared.

"Really?" Rosen stroked his chin, a puzzled look on his face, and said, "It's alright, I guess!"

He didn't really find Medici and Adam scary at all; on the contrary, he thought they were quite amusing.

Klein paused for a second, then suddenly remembered what kind of person was in front of him. If the others were terrifying, then Rosen was terrifying in a different sense.

"I suddenly don't know whether I should sympathize with you or with them," Klein said sincerely.

"Then let's pity them. After all, only the weak deserve pity, and I'm the strong!" Rosen said with a grin. He straightened his clothes, looked around, and then pretended to lead Klein to a corner to hide in. He then asked in a low voice:

"Long time no see, Klein. How much time has passed since you last met?"

"A month." Klein didn't hide anything, and after answering the question, he couldn't help but ask, "Was that really necessary?"

"That's called a sense of ritual, and don't you think it creates a great atmosphere? It's like the thrill of a horror game where the big boss is searching for people while we, the weak, pitiful, and helpless ones, secretly find a corner to eke out a living," Rosen said with a smile.

"...No, thank you." Klein said, somewhat speechless. He couldn't help but complain, "Don't get too involved in this weird situation! And honestly, are you sure you're that weak, pitiful, and helpless victim, and not the big boss?"

"Actually, it's not impossible?" Rosen revealed an eager expression.

Klein's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Sometimes when he was with Lawson, he really felt a sense of helplessness, the helplessness of taking care of a naughty child.

The other person often gives him the illusion that the other person's mental age is only three years old.

So, the age of the body used does have an impact on mental age, right?

Klein couldn't help but start thinking about this philosophical question.

Rosen rested his chin on his hand, waiting for the other to finish thinking before smiling and saying, "Actually, I've experienced some very interesting things recently."