Even the Celestials in the VVIP Room 3 were shocked. With his jaw dropped to the ground, Mars asked, “Hey! Wh-wh-where are you going to get that amount of money…?”

Chang-Sun nonchalantly answered, “Aren’t you going to lend it to me?”

“… What?”

“You aren’t? Mmm… I thought you would sponsor me because you said that you wanted to make me your apostle… Never mind, it seems I was too naive. I’m sorry.”

“Ha, hahaha! No, no! My apostle asked for my help, so who else than I, Mars, would help you?! Leave it to this great fighting deity!” Mars sprang up from his seat and pounded his chest hard several times, pompously telling Chang-Sun to trust him.

Minerva and Mercury quickly exchanged glances.

‘He seems…’

‘... bamboozled.’

Since the two Celestials knew Mars very well, they didn’t miss how his hands were faintly trembling. They also assumed that his back was soaked in sweat. Although they had thought that Chang-Sun would rob Mars, they didn’t expect the robbery to be this large-scale. Considering how prideful Mars was, there was no way that he would back out and say that he couldn’t give the money.

Five hundred billion Karmas? Jupiter and Juno had bequeathed a significant amount of assets to him, but Mars would have to scrap every last one of...