Ki-Cheol was overwhelmed by a surge of emotion that welled up from deep inside his heart. Seeing the flames that looked like they would burst through the monitor and hearing his dignified and solemn voice, Jonathan Hunter was indeed the King of Hell, just like his codename.

My dad…is working with these incredible people? No way. That’s unbelievable.

Ki-Cheol shifted his gaze to a framed picture on the computer desk, and there was a photo of him and his dad together that was taken recently.

You haven’t gotten your wife back from the old, ugly guy.

As he looked at his dad’s foolishly smiling face, it felt even more surreal. He couldn’t feel anything extraordinary from his dad like he did from the King of Hell. All his dad knew was to scratch his butt inside his underwear. Even though the Awakened said he was scary, Seong-Il was just an ordinary middle-aged man to Ki-Cheol.

Even when Ki-Cheol witnessed his dad’s crazy jumping ability, like leaping over tall buildings, and his Hulk-like strength, it was only for a moment.

Well…if he had to pinpoint the changes in his dad like other Awakened, then it had to be a month ago. Seong-Il had...