To him, this trip wasn't about treasure.
It wasn't about domains.
Not even about survival.
This was his golden chance to marry into power.
If he could win Amara's favor—
even a little—
Then everything else?
Every lucky chance, every secret, every hidden ruin?
All of it was garbage by comparison.
He just needed the right moment.
And if Old Man Grey thought some "infernal being" could scare him out of it?
He was sadly mistaken.
Max gave the red-haired genius a long, cold glance.
'Did this guy… only come here for Amara?'
The thought itself was ridiculous.
This wasn't a banquet or a martial arts exhibition.
This was the Mourning Depths.
Infernal Beings were the baseline danger—the bare minimum threat you were expected to face.
And this guy didn't even know that?
'He's already doomed.'
Max didn't say it out loud.
He didn't need to.
The way the guy spoke, the arrogance in his tone, the delusional gleam in his eyes—
It was clear.
He wouldn't last long.
