“By the way.” Kim Jin-Woo asked, “What are you getting out of this?”

The problem was that all the stories that had followed one after another were too grandiose to connect with Kim Jin-Woo.

Those who babbled on with pleasant-sounding stories, and those who wrapped themselves up in hidden agendas, were destined to be bitter deep inside. That was the truth Kim Jin-Woo had carved into his bones after he had suffered and nearly died in the Underworld.

“I should be the last person to say this, but these ‘Highlords’ aren’t all that altruistic,” he continued.

In the first place, the Underworld was a place where one couldn’t survive unless they killed someone else and took their possessions. In such a place, it was foolish to believe that a Highlord, an apex being of the Underworld, would be altruistic.

And Kim Jin-Woo was no fool. The path he had walked had drowned in blood and death wherever he went; that was the identity of a Lord. That was a fact Kim Jin-Woo had never forgotten.

“The destruction of the Underworld and all that? Fuck that story. What are you getting out of this?” he asked the...