Zion's face with a new identity looked pretty normal, except for a scar on his right cheek. This was his third identity, and he was already feeling tired. So he decided to disturb the system to refresh himself.

"Oi, system!" ​​

The furry man appeared again when his host called him out. He was furious at this person for disturbing him every time he was about to do something meaningful. Just a few moments ago, he was about to confess his love to a female system that was created with him. Even though they might not have lived for years, 007 was already an adult in the system's world.

Just as he had opened his mouth during the video chat, the notification went off, and he had to reluctantly cut off the call and drag his feet outside his host's mind.

How could Zion do this to him?! Just what did this detective think of himself? A King of all detectives?! 007 glared at the man standing before him and said, "You have to disturb me every time I'm about to do something important."

Zion shrugged and walked on the street. "It's not like you were about to confess."

The system was silent.

The detective instantly understood the meaning behind this silence and smiled. "So I actually saved a girl from falling in your clutches. I feel pretty good after hearing this."

007 decisively turned off the screen and went back into hiding.

Zion, having gotten his daily dose of laughter, didn't disturb that unfortunate thing again. But he was feeling slightly sad. He wanted to go back to his original identity. Even though, as a human, he was nothing but a servant, he still had his pride. Moving around for weeks as someone else with a new name was pretty much uncomfortable.

A sigh escaped his lips, but he still walked ahead. After sneaking inside the brothel again, he silently started working as a lower-grade servant and stole someone else's seal.

Why didn't he take a new seal for himself from the manager? For once, he knew that the prince was cunning, and that person might have asked the brothel manager about who was the new employee here. So he would have had a few people spying on Zion's every move already.

It wasn't strange that his cover was blown just like that. He wasn't on his guard. To be honest, he didn't think that people of the races that looked more ancient were smart.

When he finally got his place in the brothel, he wandered around and acted like a servant under a lazy senior servant's commands. Why did he choose a lazy person? It was because that man wouldn't check the list of servants under him. So Zion could do his work without getting caught.

When he settled down, he finally bore the fruit of his efforts. The next time when Prince Linton came, he directly went to see the manager and said, "Send me to the room."

The manager's eyes lit up at that, and he nodded instantly. He called a servant nearby, who happened to be Zion and ordered him to guide Linton toward the latter's room.

After staying at the brothel for a while, he had already realized that Linton had his room here where he would come and pay up extra money to keep everyone out. Basically, this prince treated this room as a hotel with plenty of beautiful dancers around him.

Zion walked toward the prince's room and unlocked it before stepping aside. Prince Linton stepped inside, but before he could close the door, he frowned and turned back. "Are you new here?"

The detective disguised as a servant didn't look up and shook his head. "I've always been here."

Prince Linton's brows furrowed deeper. "Really?"

Zion didn't say anything and simply nodded. When the prince went inside the room and locked it from the inside, the disguised servant stayed there as if he wanted to guard that place, but in reality, his ears were focusing on every step the prince was taking inside the room. Just when he felt like Linton had reached the cupboard, Zion moved and walked out of the brothel stealthily before entering the same room through the window.

His deductions were correct. The prince was perhaps acting like a victim to misleading him when he had followed Linton in his half-minotaur identity. Then it was good that Zion had changed his face earlier.

But he still wasn't willing to trust this prince. What if the current situation was also an act? So he hid closely in the shadows and watched the prince's actions with keen eyes. This time, he didn't want to miss out on anything.

So he watched the prince pulling out a brick in the eleventh row with ease and putting it back in that place. After that, Linton once again took out a few more bricks and pressed adjacent ones in a pattern that no one could understand from the naked eye. It almost looked like the prince was pulling out and pushing the bricks at random.

But Zion squinted his eyes and continued to watch this scene with keen eyes. He focused on every step and didn't even blink. It wasn't until Linton stepped inside the hidden door that he moved from his place and stared at the wall beside the cupboard for a long time.

After thinking for a while, he took out the first brick from the wall and placed it inside. Then, he continued to push and pull in a way similar to the prince's, but his speed was a little slower. It could be said that this detective was known for his photographic memory in his previous world that also gave him many opportunities to overcome the enemies and capture them.

So he skillfully solved the puzzle and heard the hidden door opening. The corners of his lips curved up at that.

Without thinking twice, he entered the narrow corridor that was so dark that he couldn't even see his hands. The door closed behind him automatically, but he didn't care about it anymore. He knew that the prince would enter this dark corridor once again. So he focused on finding clues. For now, then he would think about escaping this dark corridor.

After walking for a while, he finally saw the light at the end, but he didn't feel happy about it. The closer he got to the destination, the more he felt an ominous premonition in his heart. His hunches had never been wrong. So he frowned and continued to walk ahead with caution.