As he traveled, Heracles had come to understand the God-King Zeus, who was quite possibly his biological father, quite well.
And in his heart, the Great Hero knew exactly what kind of deity Zeus was.
If a mistake was beyond correction, Zeus might indeed abandon seeking accountability for tangible benefits—of course, this doesn't mean he would shy away from facing the Hell Three-headed Dog.
In Heracles' eyes, there was no fear; he would simply switch from brute force to cunning strategy.
However, since a mysterious figure had now approached him, the Great Hero didn't mind considering what this person might want before knowing their true identity.
"So, you claim to be a deity from the Spirit Realm."
"Where are you now, and what do you need me to do?"
Calmly, Heracles asked directly.
"Very simple, right now we are both blocked by Cerberus before the Underworld."
"I want to go in, and you want to go in, so even from a standpoint of mutual interest, we share the same goal now."
