Yeon-woo looked straight into Hades’ eyes. It was hard to read what Hades was thinking. The gods and demons Yeon-woo had met so far were transparent about their feelings: they laughed, grew angry, or smiled mysteriously.

But the cold smile on Hades’ face was different. Its depth made Yeon-woo feel like it would suck up his soul if he looked too long at it. It was like Tartarus itself. 

“You should choose the right question to ask.”

For a moment, Yeon-woo wondered why Hades was asking a question like this. 

“I prioritize fair trade over all. Trust? Respect? What does all that matter? They’re useless to me. I believe in giving as much as I receive. Trades are easier that way. I’m asking you to trade because I also have a question for you.”

Yeon-woo nodded. He could understand Hades’ personality. “Whose corpse did I see when I arrived?” The corpse of the Giant had been kilometers long. Perses was huge too, but compared to the corpse, he was nothing. The corpse was like a mountain. 

“So, that’s what you’re going to ask.” Hades smirked. “Kronos.”

Yeon-woo’s eyes widened. 

“You’ve heard of Kronos?”

“Isn’t he the king of...