At the very least, he planned to throw the petty thief into the River Styx, letting him sink into its depths and feel the bone-chilling cold.

Hades felt a surge of smugness at the thought of this punishment.

This is undoubtedly the punishment that would be most unacceptable to the human in front of him.

After hearing Hades's taunts, Victor calmly put his hands in his pockets.

He looked up at the towering giant that seemed to reach the sky, a slight smile on his face.

"Of course not, Lord Hades."

Hades was slightly taken aback when he heard these words.

This dog thief was initially extremely arrogant, calling him by his real name. Why has he suddenly become so polite?

Did this petty thief realize he was no match for him, and thus set aside his pride and began to respect him?

Thinking of this, Hades felt a sense of satisfaction.

So he pondered for a moment.

If this person returns his beloved dog, he might be able to save the other person a few days in the River Styx.

Moreover, this human is quite powerful.

He happens to need a few new subordinates, so perhaps he could consider bringing them under his command.

Just as Hades was pondering the potential value of the St. John, a cold voice interrupted his thoughts:

"Because I'm just stalling for time."

Upon hearing this, Hades froze on the spot as if frozen in ice.

He stared intently at the man before him, a powerful feeling rising within him.

As if responding to the other's guess, the black raven perched on Viktor's shoulder slowly opened its mysterious single eye.

A faint blue light shimmered in those deep eyes.

Like a dazzling star, it cast a brilliant light across this hellish continent.

As this light rose, the scorching hell seemed to be illuminated by a star, and everything became clearly visible.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar echoed throughout the upper levels of hell.

A heavy dragging sound came from behind Viktor.

The magnificent gates of hell behind him began to slowly open to both sides.

The scorching wind, carrying waves of heat, swept across the land, stirring up countless twisted and wailing cries of the dead.

The chaotic and piercing howls seemed to pierce through the entire world, causing the countless ghosts on the high platform to tremble.

That voice....

The ghosts' faces showed expressions of fear and confusion.

However, that distant and mournful sound never stopped, and continued to echo throughout the entire hell.

The same sound reached Hades' ears.

He turned his head in the direction of the sound, his crimson gaze fixed on the distant Gates of Hell.

In an instant, a massive mechanical gate engulfed in flames slowly emerged from outside the Gates of Hell.

The mechanical steps, surrounded by flames, descended from the sky layer by layer, finally standing firmly in front of the gate engraved with a flaming skull.

Behind the supreme celestial gate, engulfed in flames, millions of crimson souls clung tightly to its framework.

Despite his soul being shredded by mechanical fragments, he continued to roar madly from behind the door.

They seemed to want to pass through that supreme heavenly gate and plunge into the deepest hell.

Hades witnessed this scene, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief.

"Thank you for not closing the gates of hell."

Victor's cold and firm voice rang out, interrupting Hades' astonishment.

Hades' gaze gradually shifted from the astonishing sight to Victor.

The human standing before them appeared remarkably calm, standing before a million souls.

The black trench coat behind him seemed to flutter with the scorching heat.

Meanwhile, millions of souls climbing the gates of hell roared and howled, trying to pour out from behind Victor and burst into this world.

The eruptions of flames and lava grew more intense, the cries of agony mingling with the creaking of machinery and the roar of the flames.

It constitutes a tragic and awe-inspiring symphony.

"It gave my millions of 'brothers' a place to stay."