I Will Be the Son of Man

"Didn't I say it before, I've been paying attention to you for a long time."

"Originally, I wanted to celebrate the birth of [Hero of Silver] to the world when you become a hero!"

Imagining that scene, Hermes showed excitement and fanaticism on his face.

"But it's a pity that you gave up on being a hero and chose another path."

The joyful face immediately turned cold, and Hermes shook his head regretfully.

"But if you think about it carefully, isn't the story of the boy who embarked on a journey in order to save the girl wonderful?"

Hermes said something rhetorical, with expectation in his eyes.

"So, for me, I just want to witness a complete story, Son of Man!"

"As for whether you believe it or not, all choices are in your own hands."

"Similarly, you also need to bear the price after you choose."

Hill stared at Hermes for a while, and finally he nodded.

"Where is the underworld, Hermes?"

"Oh, do you want to rush over in such a hurry? But that's right, the longer this kind of thing is delayed, the lower the chance of success."

Hermes nodded knowingly, and immediately turned his attention to the girl's corpse on the ground.

"However, before we go, we need to make sure of one thing."

The short staff in his hand glowed with green light, Hermes waved it lightly, and Sasha's body slowly floated in the air.

The wound and blood on the back of her heart gradually disappeared, and it was as if she had fallen asleep this time, except that she was not breathing.

"I temporarily protected her body to prevent it from rotting. But at best, this is just a cover-up. If all the rituals of the underworld are performed, her body will immediately begin to rot. So, your time There are only so many."

Hermes reminded him, and then the flying shoes under his feet flapped his wings slightly, allowing him to suspend in the air.

"Then, let's go now!"

Hill did not refuse, and under the exercise of Hermes' divine power, his body also floated up.

"Brother Hill!"

Regulus wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just looked at Hill with some concern.

"I'll bring Sasha back to life."

After leaving affirmative words, Hill and Hermes turned into green streamers and disappeared into the temple.

"Are you actually trying to take back the lost soul from Lord Hades? You are breaking the rules of the underworld, child..."

The old priest watched one person and one god go away, and shook his head lightly.

Although he was not optimistic about the result, he still ordered the witches below to transport Sasha's body to a room in the temple for protection.

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The living fear the earth, and the dead return to the earth.

Here is where the souls of the humans on this land will come after death.

Different from the underworld of Ai Lei that I had seen before, the underworld here seems to be larger in space, and it is not all gray.

At a glance, Hill could see white clouds and sunlight in several places in the distance, completely different from the underworld he knew in the past.

"Okay, here is almost the entrance to the underworld [Hell Gate]."

"I will no longer be able to accompany you on the next road, so you can only rely on yourself for the rest."

Hermes shrugged his shoulders regretfully. After all, this is the territory of the most lonely one among the gods. If he has nothing to do and goes in casually, he will be troubled.

"However, your body doesn't seem to have returned to its original state, so it's a little troublesome."

Squinting to look at Hill, Hermes took out his short staff.

Following a burst of green light, beside Hill, his figure made of light immediately appeared.

"After that, just 'cheat' a little..."

Snapping his fingers, Hill felt something gushing out of his body.

A group of black mist suddenly drilled out from his chest, and rushed straight to the other "he" who turned into light.

As if realizing that he had been deceived, the mist turned into Keto's appearance, and roared at Hermes viciously.

It stretched out the bone claws, trying to swallow the god who fooled it in front of it.

But perseveringly, the green light began to shrink like a prison, gradually changing from a human figure into a ball of light, and then flew to Hermes' hand.

"Ceto...I didn't expect that after such a long time, does its resentment still exist?"

If it were any other hero, I'm afraid he would have been polluted by this emotion and turned into a "beast" who lost his mind...

Hermes glanced at Hill with a little surprise, but he never thought that the other party's spirit was so tough.

But after thinking about it, Hermes didn't find it strange.

Not to mention that the other party has no dirty thoughts, more importantly, there is an anchor in the other party's soul that he can't see clearly.

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Under this dual effect, it is difficult for the young man in front of him to be disturbed by others.

"I've tried my best to help as much as I can. Next, it's up to you."

"By the way, as a friendly gift, if it really doesn't work in the end, you can consider asking the Queen of Hades instead of going directly to that Hades."

Blinking at Hill, Hermes' figure slowly disappeared, leaving only a few green spots of light in place.

Feeling that his body had returned to the original state full of strength, Hill looked down at the distance of the cliff, the [Hell Gate] standing above the Netherland, and jumped into the kingdom of the dead.

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A long queue lined up, passing through the [Gate of Hell] one by one.

It's just that what makes up this long team is not life, but the souls of human beings who have passed away.

His eyes were out of focus, and his body was sluggish. The moment he passed through the [Gate of Hell], the last sliver of sobriety left in his eyes was also discarded, leaving only a confused soul body.

One after another, souls passed through the door. They didn't choose to flee or insist on not moving. They just walked forward like a programmed machine.

Because of the urgency of time, Hill was not lined up in the same line as those souls.

Originally, he wanted to search for Sasha among this group of souls, but the information from his sense of smell told him that Sasha's smell had drifted towards the depths of the underworld.

He simply passed through the [Gate of Hell], and at the moment when he stepped over the threshold, Hill felt as if a pair of invisible hands wanted to peel something from his mind.

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After a brief absence, a golden light flashed in Hill's eyes, and he immediately regained his sobriety.

He looked up at the pale white gate and frowned, but he didn't worry about anything, just kept walking forward.

At the same time, on his forehead, a light like the fire of wisdom flashed away.

Following the team of souls, Hill soon came to a dark river.

This is the River Styx [Acheron]. Its water quality is lighter than any river in the world. Unless relying on the ferry of the underworld, otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to cross this river with only the body or the soul.

At this time, after a round of ferry was over, a small boat sailed faintly from the opposite bank and docked at the bank.

On the boat, an old man wearing a black robe and holding a slender pole seemed to be taken aback for a moment when he saw Hill's existence, and then chuckled lightly.

"Is it actually human? However, this is not a place where the living can come casually. If you leave now, there is still time, boy..."

Because of Hill's somewhat peculiar soul essence, the old man couldn't help but take a second look, and then persuaded him.

"I can't go yet."

Shaking his head and rejecting the old man's kindness, Hill asked.

"Can I take the ferry?"

Recalling the "sharp weapon" that Hermes told him to deal with the "ferryman" on the way here, Hill took out a small bag full of silver coins from his pocket and handed it out.

"Since you have made a decision, it's useless even if I try to persuade you."

"Besides, the fee for crossing the river has indeed been received. Now, I can't refuse it!"

Laughing twice in a dry voice, the old man took Hill's silver coin and signaled him to get on the boat.

Sitting on the small boat that seemed to be sinking at any moment, as the old man pushed the pole of the boat, the two fluttered away from the shore.

Hill looked down at the river below the boat, it was deep and dark, and he could not see the bottom at all.

Just when he was about to raise his head, several distorted faces suddenly appeared under the surface of the river. At the same time, countless hands also protruded from the water and stretched out to the bottom of the boat, as if they wanted to lift the person sitting on the ferry. The only living person was dragged down the river Styx.

"It's better not to look at those things. Those souls are all forced to cross the river because they couldn't pay the fee to cross the river. As a result, they sank into the bottom of the river, never being able to float up, and can only remain The river slowly erodes its soul."

"Those souls can no longer be regarded as normal human souls. When ordinary souls meet them, they will soon be polluted by their resentment."

"As for the living like you, they have even more resentment. Therefore, I advise you to look less."

It seems that because Hill collected a lot of river crossing fees, the old man became a little talkative.

"Why do you have to pay to cross the river?"

Hearing what the old man said, Hill was a little puzzled.

"Why? I'm also looking for the reason, hehe!"

"After all, this is the rule set by Lord Pluto, and we are just following it."

With a chuckle, the old man was slightly surprised by this question that had never been raised before, so he glanced at Hill and asked.

"Then, as a living being, why did you come to the underworld, boy?"

"I'm here to find Sasha's soul, and I'm going to bring her back. Have you seen Sasha?"

Suddenly realizing that the old man in front of this River of Styx is the only ferryman, Hill asked after briefly describing Sasha's appearance.

"I'm afraid I will disappoint you, boy. Although I am the ferryman of this river, it is precisely because of this that the number of souls I carry every day is hard to calculate. Therefore, how can I remember a certain soul?" What a soul looks like."

The boat just sailed to the shore, and the old man looked at Hill who was standing on the shore, and he spoke again before pushing the boat away again.

"Now, you still have a chance to turn back."

"After a person dies, the soul already belongs to the underworld. No matter what you do, the underworld will not allow you to resurrect a dead person."