Yeon-woo instinctively spread his Fire Wings open and soared into the sky. A bunch of ghosts wrapped around Yeon-woo to protect him. “What is this?”

The Giant god didn’t take any action, and Yeon-woo realized belatedly that the eyes weren’t focused on him. He couldn’t sense any life in the Giant god—it was a long-dead corpse. ‘Its size is so…’

The corpse was lying on its side, but it was so enormous that he’d mistaken it for a mountain ridge. It seemed to stretch out for dozens of kilometers. The eyes beamed like the sun and the moon, and the hair on body looked like a forest. From what Yeon-woo knew, even Giants weren’t this large.

Giants were considered large if they reached twenty meters, and the last king of Giants had been thirty meters tall. ‘Is this the corpse of a Titan? Then is Tartarus filled with these beings?’

There wasn’t too much information on the Titans and Giants in the Tower. Not many players could clear the ten gates in the first place, much less pass through the bronze door. His brother had also delayed entering Tartarus.

It wouldn’t be unusual for Titans and Giants to have strange appearances since they were gods, after all, and couldn’t be measured according to...