Humanity's Awakening

The night was dark.

The wind passed through shattered walls and crumbling ruins, echoing with hollow wails amid the wreckage. After the fires died out, the ruins of Rhodes Island fell into dead silence, though the air still reeked of ash and blood.

Zeus handed Kratos's blood to Ian.

"Those who commit many injustices will bring about their own destruction, Zeus." Ian weighed the crystal vial in his hand. The dark-red blood within swayed faintly, as though it still carried Kratos's rage and unwillingness at the moment of his death.

He casually tossed the vial into the magical coin purse at his waist, which looked ordinary but contained limitless space within.

"This is none of your concern. It is merely a family matter." Zeus was highly resistant to Ian's advice, replying in a cold voice.

Ian was not the sort of person who liked pressing his warm face against someone's cold shoulder. He only liked it when other people pressed their warm faces against his cold shoulder, so he did not continue trying to persuade Zeus.

"One item acquired."

He muttered to himself.

"Next are... a talking rose and night-blooming cereus nectar." What sounded like a private murmur was actually a reminder to Zeus that he still needed two more things. When he mentioned the night-blooming cereus nectar, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. He seriously suspected that Female Titan Claire simply wanted it because she had a sweet tooth. That woman had never been able to resist desserts—but he had no proof, so he still had to honestly find it and bring it back.

To be honest.

Ian really could not understand Female Titan Claire. Her personality was complicated and contradictory; at times she was cold and merciless, while at others she displayed deep compassion for the mortal