“Hades?”

“Quick.” Hades hurried Yeon-woo as if there wasn’t much time left.

Yeon-woo bit his lip. Of course, he knew that Hades was trying to pass down everything he had before he closed his eyes forever—his throne, power, holiness, divinity, legends, and everything else he’d accumulated

Yeon-woo had rescued Hades hoping he would regain the will to live and take care of the mess in Tartarus, but Hades was sure that he no longer had a role to play. “I’m already a part of the old generation. Just as the Black King faded away and Mother Earth stepped back, it’s time for me to give up my position to you and retreat into history. Besides, who would follow me, the cause of all this mess, even if I raised my sword again?”

Hades smiled faintly at the grim-looking Yeon-woo. It was a smile that had none of his usual cynicism or scorn, and Yeon-woo had never seen it on Hades’ face before. However, it suited Hades, as though revealing that he wasn’t only the cold King of the Underworld Yeon-woo had seen. Did he once smile like this in the past? “If a new successor were to appear, it would be like a spark for the resurrection of Dis Pluto.” Hades wanted Yeon-woo to use him since he was a setting sun anyway. If he continued to rule Dis Pluto, they would face nothing but loss.

However, if he fought the enemies on the frontlines, and his successor led...