I was a Roman deity and ruled the world. And then we got stabbed in the back by those we generously kept alive. Now I'm here - in a barbaric new world where everyone wears pants instead of togas and people ride in steel boxes. Weak mortal flesh allowed me to retain only a part of my strength. But I am Mercury - the patron saint of merchants, thieves and travelers. This means that I will definitely figure out where all the gods of this world have disappeared and why people have appropriated our power. A what? Who said that? Limit yourself in everything and cut through to the goal? Not really my style, gentlemen. As my brother Mars said, even on the field of the most fierce battle there is time for rest. Plus, look - there are so many beautiful women around who no one pays attention to.