“Hahaha! Everyone was shouting ‘hero’ this and ‘hero’ that! It’s really true, you’re a true hero!” Ignoring Shanon’s respectful(?) gaze, Yeon-woo descended to the ground. At that moment, Hercules strode forward and embraced him.

Unfortunately, Hercules was a head taller than Phante and his muscles were so solid, it was as though he were covered in heavy armor. In fact, these were the same tremendous muscles that had helped poke holes in Typhon just moments ago.

‘Breath, I’m out of breath…!’ Yeon-woo thought that his body would shatter and disintegrate. He even considered the possibility that Persephone might have sent Hercules to assassinate him.

“Ahem! The King of the Underworld seems to be having a hard time, perhaps you should let him go so we can talk?” One of Hercules’ lieutenants coughed.

“Hahaha! He must have tired himself out after such a fierce fight with Typhon!” Hercules smiled brightly and released Yeon-woo, pounding Yeon-woo on the back to show his appreciation. His hand was the size of the lid of a pot used to cook food for entire battalions. Bam! Bam! “Why does our hero look so tired? You, you’re much weaker than you look, aren’t you? I can’t allow this to continue. I must buy you some good medicine to strengthen your constitution.”

Yeon-woo was in his present state purely because of Hercules’ brute strength, but Hercules’s squeezing and beating prevented him from saying anything....