Fountain Of Knowledge.

Wrath didn't notice his weird state. It continued unbothered, "Well, the Patriarch won't be dead for long. He will nab a body and return soon enough. From what I know of him, he likes to prepare vessels for that eventuality. That's one of the major reasons he kidnaps kids. He is grooming them in body and mind to be suitable for possession."

"As for your question, yes. There should be a demigod here. Probably in a sealed off part of the city. I reckon that there is a demigod in every major city. Or at least their influence."

"The last I know, they are needed to prevent incursions from happening right within cities. Their heavy existence fortifies and anchors space, which makes it difficult for spatial tears to occur around them."

Kelvin asked in genuine surprise, "So we need demigods to survive? That's serious."

Wrath said, "Don't be surprised. Things are better now than in the past before demigods became a thing. An incursion could happen anytime, anywhere. Nowhere was safe."

"It was why a lot of people supported Icon and why they hated him so much after he disappointed them. They hoped for peace and a return to normalcy, but not only did he dissapoint them, he also gave them more violence by forcing everyone to participate in the Destiny Games."

Kelvin nodded in understanding. He thought to himself, "No matter what, at least it is useful for getting information."

That is one thing he can appreciate about a spirit that has existed since the cataclysm that reshaped earth. Wrath didn't know current affairs or even mundane information like the council of shareholders that own New London, but he knew that a demigod could be found at the center of the city deep underground. 

Wrath wasn't certain about that, but he also gave an alternative option of the use of a special spatial machine that might do the job too. Kelvin didn't know that, so he was always learning because of Wrath. 

The two of them discussed some more as Kelvin made his way to District 666. That's not the official name of the district, but the official name has been lost ever since Thunderbeast laid claim to that portion of the city. Now it is known as the turf of the Thunderstorm Villain League and a hotbed for crime. 

From the little he knew of society when he was still a goon, the major difference between a goon and a villain is someone registered with a villain league. Any villain that wants a job or to make a name for themselves must join a league or create their own. 

To be honest, he had never considered that he would ever be able to join a league. He always thought that he would serve his father until he died, which was for a decade at maximum. 

He expected to live five more years as a goon working for his father. It is because he had never seen older kids among them. Even though he didn't try to think about it then, he was smart enough to know that his days were numbered and that there was nothing he could do about it. 

So he was a little emotional as he made his way to one of the outposts of the league. One thing he had always wondered was how the kids with powers couldn't defeat their father. Now, he knows that it is because his father doesn't need to touch someone to nullify their ability. 

He took a taxi, which dropped right at the edge of the district. It was in an area that was delapidated and barren because of all the wars between heroes and villains.

These areas, full of collapsed buildings and overgrown weeds, formed a buffer zone between district 666 and the city proper. Behind him were the sprawling sky-high buildings of civilized society, and before him were the even higher buildings and prosperous society built on the lack of rules. 

District 666 was positively buzzing with excitement and pleasure. It was a honeypot of prosperity created through the mixture of various crimes and villainy. Gone were law and order. All he could see was prosperous anarchy. 

He put up his hoddie and wrapped it closer around his body. But he didn't fidget or stare. He didn't move like a newbie. He didn't make himself look like prey either. He walked with confidence and direction. 

It was easy to do. He already knew where he was going, so he didn't have to act like he had a direction. All he had to do was not balk under the stares of people. 

There was no hostility in their stares. Just intense scrutiny. The hostility would come later if he proved to be receptive to it. In the meantime, he passed slavers's dens, prostitution parlors, gambling acloves, street racing corners, and fighting rings avenue on his way. He went deeper into the district, where there was order in the chaos. 

Despite the claim of the absence of rules in District 666, there were actually rules that govern the district. The district had been demarcated into sections for various crimes and gangs. Anyone that went out of line would be put in their place. 

So there was order in the chaos. The place with the most order is the center of the district, where most of the official work of the league is carried out. If anyone didn't know any better, they would think it was just a normal part of the city because it looked normal.

If not for the sight of the tattooed populace, the tricked-out vehicles, and the non-humans walking about, this part of the district could pass off as the administration center of the whole city.

Kelvin walked together with a beast man into his destination. He wasn't flustered by the sight of the hairy man with a bear's head because he was familiar with them and because no violence was allowed within the building. That's an important rule that will be met with dire consequences if flaunted.