I was a Roman deity and ruled the world. And then we were betrayed by those who had recently crawled in their feet and begged for mercy. Now I'm here in a new barbaric world where everyone wears pants instead of toga and people ride in steel boxes. Weak mortal flesh allowed me to retain only part of my power. But I am Mercury, the patron of merchants, thieves, and travelers. So, I will definitely figure out where all the gods of this world disappeared and why people took our power. What? Who said it? Limit yourself in everything and cut to the goal? Not really my style, gentlemen. As my brother Mars said, even on the battlefield of the fiercest battle, there will be time for rest. Also, look at all the beautiful women that nobody pays attention to ..