Nice to Meet You, I’m…

"Nice to meet you, Maverick Calle."

Floating a few meters in front of him, Calle was currently seeing the man who had just called out his full name.

The moment his eyes laid upon the man in front of him, Calle could feel his body become frozen still. With his eyes wide open and his mouth slightly agape, his eyes were locked onto the figure of the man as if there was something that made him feel reverence towards the man as he unconsciously wanted to bow his head and worship him.

The man was quite tall, but not incredibly tall when compared to the average height of men in Calle's area. He was about slightly less than 2 meters tall.

However, no one would even notice the man's height when they first laid their eyes on the man, the first thing that they would notice was the glowing aura around the man's body that shined so bright, giving the man a majestic feeling and overflowing charisma that made people want to revere him whenever they laid their eyes on him.

Calle had fallen into a blank state of mind as he started to follow the natural instincts from his mind and soul that were pushing him to unconsciously lower both his body and head toward the man in front of him.

It all happened so fast that the moment the man had only blinked a few times, Calle was already down on his knees and he was about to bow his head down, showing a complete submission gesture to the man. But before Calle was able to put his head down flat on the ground and completely worship the man, the man quickly opened up his mouth,

"Oops, I'm sorry. I forgot that this would happen."

The moment those words came out of the man's mouth, the glowing aura receded from his body until it all had been sucked back into his body. And as the aura starts to disappear, Calle's mind which had been completely filled with the picture of the man in front of him had finally started working once again.

As his muddled mind had slowly become cleared, Calle then finally realized that he had already bent his knees on the ground and his head was only a few centimeters away from touching the invisible ground that suddenly appeared out of nowhere on the empty void around him.

He then looked upward towards the man once again, but this time, he was able to properly look at the man without having the feeling of wanting to kneel and worship the man.

The man had short blonde hair that certainly wasn't combed as it had a wild look to it with every single hair going left and right without any uniformities between them as if they had decided to go anywhere that they liked as they pleased. Calle didn't know how to describe the man's face, but if he were to try and describe it with a word, it would certainly be as handsome.

'He's at least as handsome as me.' Is what Calle thought when he saw the man's face.

The man wore a sleeveless shirt that was fully separated in the middle section of the shirt, showing the man's toned body and abs.

'That… I don't have that one… yet…' Calle said in his mind when he looked at the man's perfectly shaped eight-pack abs.

The man also wore long loose pants that looked incredibly comfortable to wear. And the color palette of the man's clothes clearly matched his blonde hair with red as the base color, a tinge of blue here and there, and gold lines on some major parts of the clothes.

'I wonder if his legs were ripped too…' Calle thought once again while looking at the man's pants.

This time, right after Calle finished saying the words in his mind, the man suddenly laughed out loud before saying,

"Of course Calle, I don't skip leg day."

Hearing the man suddenly speak, Calle reflexively backed off a few steps before coughing a few times to hide his embarrassment.

"I know you're probably a God or something, but it's not polite to read my mind without my permission!" Calle said as he pretended that he didn't just do anything awkward a few seconds ago.

"But I don't even try to do it, Calle. With my current level of strength, you're basically broadcasting your thoughts out loud if you don't actively try to suppress them. But I understand, I will try my best to not pry into your head." The man said to him.

'Wow, this God is surprisingly polite, it's not like one of those arrogant gods that I've seen in games, looking at mortals as if they were just useless bacteria.' Calle said again in his mind.

"Well, actually, most gods are like that, so you better be careful around them. And please take note and don't lump me in with those so-called gods. It makes my skin itch and it makes me want to take a shower." The man spoke again.

"Hey! You did it again!" Calle protested as he raised his hand and angrily pointed at the man.

"Sorry, sorry, it's a force of habit. On the other hand, Calle. Why don't you try to keep your thoughts inside your own head though? It will only be beneficial for you in the future." The man said, shrugging his shoulders.

"It's supposed to be only me who can hear my thoughts! It's a you problem here, not mine!"

"But it will be quite a pain for me to do it. Just like how you will hear everything as long as your ears are working properly, I can't not hear your thoughts that are being broadcasted for everyone to hear. So it's a you problem and not mine." The man calmly replied.

'This bast-' Calle suddenly remembered what would happen if he continued to say and decided to stop his thoughts. Although the man in front of him was polite and seemed to be easy to talk to, Calle didn't forget about the fact that he had just kneeled on his own without the man doing anything to him just from seeing his figure. So he decided to not cross the invisible bottom line and play it nice with the man.

"So… If I can't call you god, then what should I call you?" Calle asked, trying to distract his mind from spitting curses toward the unknown being in front of him out loud.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself."

"Nice to meet you, Calle. My name is Gilgamesh."