Nobody had the power of omniscience. All were but sojourners on the path in search of omniscience, but nobody had ever reached the pot of gold at the end of this path.

Qin Ye wasn’t the Second King Yanluo of Hell. He had come to Daehan with a mind to learn. He wanted to know how to perform the most important function only known to masters of underworlds. Naturally, it didn’t occur to him that this trip would also trigger his very first informal meeting with an ambassador-at-large. No matter where one went, ‘dinner banquets’ between national representatives were synonymous with ‘informal meetings’. Anything he said or did would allow the Russian Underworld to gain a better insight into Hell’s strength and weaknesses.

This was by no means a meeting between two emissaries, because each of them was clearly clothed with the authority to represent their underworld. There was much to be considered, and much to deliberate about. In fact, the complexities of such interactions were arguably even greater than that of internal governance.

For instance, right now.

He wanted to intercept Liu Yu’s harvest and plunder the faith of more than 60 million mortals living in Daehan. Fate has already confirmed that his success here would undoubtedly propel him into the ranks of an Abyssal Prefect. Therefore, the best way to approach this meeting would undoubtedly be to take a step back and work towards a common goal.

This would entail agreeing to the request of the Russian Underworld, and disregarding...