I created a god

In the legends throughout the ages, if it talks about the whereabouts of the dead, then there must be a name - Hades.

Legend has it that Hades is the home of the soul after death, where all living beings will be judged equally.The innocent will get eternal happiness there, otherwise, they will be dispatched to the deepest prison in the underworld.

During the Age of Gods, some great heroes set foot there as living beings for various reasons, either to accept the test of the gods or to save important people.The few who were able to come back in the end also kept secret about their experiences in Hades.

The dead can't tell, and the living keep silent. Therefore, the world has very little information about the underworld, and it seems to be caught in an infinite cycle of vicious circle.In the end, and so far, people seem to be almost unable to determine whether the Hades is a fiction or a real existence.

——At least before Huo Sen was in the underworld, he didn't believe it.

When he opened his eyes in a daze, what he heard was the sound of reciprocating water.Like in a certain seaside, the ebb and flow of the sea beat against the embankment, tirelessly and never-ending.

Within three seconds when his vision was completely clear, Huo Sen seemed to see a ghost-like person carrying a long sickle floating away from him, and then he saw a river.

The long river traverses the entire world, stretching from one end to the other without seeing the edge.

Countless "people" like him are lining up by the river, waiting to walk across a bridge.Huo Sen tried to talk to those in line, but no one answered him.They all stared blankly ahead, walking straight forward, stiff as a stake.

Even if one person suddenly fell off the bridge into the river somehow, no one screamed or even lost a ray of vision.Except for a handful of water splashed by the person who fell into the water, nothing seemed to happen.

Horrified, Huo Sen leaned over to the river. The person who fell into the water had long since disappeared, but countless translucent faces appeared in the water, including old and young, men and women.The dead souls in the river seemed to cry and laugh, or howled or whispered, and stretched out their hands to him, about to grab his clothes.He backed away quickly, stumbled and fell not far away, kicked his feet to shake off the water vapor stained on it, and gasped like crazy.

At this moment, a strange and deep voice came, "Do you want to cross the river?"

Following the sound, Huo Sen saw a boatman with a small boat coming slowly from the river.The man was wearing the most common coarse linen clothes, ragged but clean, like a poor refugee he had ever seen.

The boatman supported the oar with one hand, and the fur-rimmed hat on his head with the other.The wide brim of the hat covered his expression, only revealing his slightly old chin, which seemed to be a bit old.

By coincidence, by the time Huo Sen realized it, he was already on the boat.

"Where is this ship going?" He sat on the swaying seat, feeling a little uneasy.

The boatman said, "On the other side."

"On the other side...what's on the other side?"

I don't know if it was Huo Sen's illusion, but he always felt that the man smiled, "That depends on you."

"I?"

"You look a bit heavy." The boatman glanced at the boat that had sunk a lot, as if it was loaded with a heavy load, squinted his eyes, and said meaningfully, "Guests who carry so much weight are generally rare. .”

Huo Sen clenched his hands nervously.When the swaying boat stopped, he suddenly realized that he had reached the shore.But looking as far as the eye can see, there is a thick white fog spreading above the river surface to the surroundings, and some strands of it pass by the side, making it hard to see clearly.

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he took out a stack of gold coins from his body, "This... Please accept it, thank you for your hard work."

The boatman laughed, and took it without changing his face, "You should get off the boat, just go straight, and be careful not to get lost."

When Huo Sen saw the boatman accepting his gold coins, he was instantly relieved.

And just as he left the boat and out of sight, the boatman swung the oar suddenly, revealing another ray of soul that had been hiding on the boat.

"is it him."

"Yes, yes. He was the one who robbed me of my money, woo..." The white soul sobbed softly.

The boatman nodded, "Entering the underworld, a soul that can remain sober before being judged, is not a special case, either great good or great evil. You originally wanted to find the same kind, but now you should know that he is different from you .Have learned a lesson, let’s grow up in the future.”

The white soul nodded hurriedly, but didn't take the coins, and wanted to give them to the boatman as a thank you gift.However, the boatman said: "It is my duty to manage the order of this river area. If I accept it, it will be a serious crime."

In this way, the white soul didn't dare to give it any more, so it had no choice but to withdraw its hand gratefully, and went with a thousand gratitude.

When there was no one around, the boatman who was standing still like a statue slowly covered his chest with one hand, showing an extraordinarily patient look.

"Zaketos." A condescending voice suddenly sounded.

The boatman who was called by his name immediately shuddered, his lips slipped, and he said without looking, "Your Honor, I really didn't take a tip privately this time!"

"Tip? What tip." The visitor raised his eyebrows, "Why does that guy even take care of this now? I've only been out for a few days, and he really thinks he is in charge of the underworld."

When the boatman looked up, he saw a group of people hanging directly above him.The leader had a pair of pitch-black wings and held a huge sickle in his hand. He was frowning at that time, and his sharp eyebrows and eyes were full of anger.And following the man was a large group of soul messengers also holding sickles.

The soul envoys were all wearing masks, their gazes fell from the two holes, and they saw the boatman Alexander tremblingly shouting: "It's Lord Death God...you, why are you back here?"

After finishing speaking, the boatman secretly cried out that it was too bad, and he regretted it first.He is a small steward at the gate of the underworld, how can he get involved in the matters of these big figures above, if he offends his boss, it will be over.

But God of Death didn't seem to care about this, or rather, he was thinking about something in his heart, and he didn't listen to what the boatman said at all.After a while, the god of death said: "During the time I left, has there been any movement in the underworld?"

The Styx River in the distance slapped against the shore, the red land was repeatedly soaked, and the sound of ebb and flow echoed in the empty sky and earth.The souls of the dead passing by drifted by unconsciously, and no one stopped here.

This question is very abrupt and general.If you want to say that there are too many things that have happened recently, big and small.If it were a boatman, it would be the sudden increase in dead souls for unknown reasons.

But the god of death should know all these things, and he said that he, who has never left the underworld, will descend to the outside world in person, probably to investigate.

Besides, he was talking about "Hades".Although Hades most of the time is synonymous with referring to the underworld, there are probably some differences.Specifically, only the Underworld where His Majesty resides, the place under its direct control, can truly be called the "Hades".

"What?" Seeing that the boatman didn't answer for a long time, the god of death narrowed his eyes slightly.

So, the boatman pressed his hat, resigned himself to his fate and said: "There is no movement in the underworld, the judge has already sealed the underworld, saying that...even Lord Death is not allowed to approach easily, and it is even more impossible for us to know. "

Before the words fell, the god of death who governed the soul envoys suddenly spread his wings, sweeping majestic power and rushing towards the depths of the underworld. Looking at the direction, it seemed that he was going to the trial hall.

——This is about to quarrel again.

The boatman covered his face in pain, wondering why he couldn't live in peace at such an age.Fragmented ravings flowed from between the fingers, "Hey, it would be great if His Majesty Pluto woke up soon..."

That majesty is not awake, and the adults under him are not convinced by anyone. Although they can barely work together, it is really hard for them, the people below.

He muttered sadly as he picked up the oar again.One thing to say, there are really too many dead souls recently. I don’t know if Lord Reaper has found the reason for this trip, otherwise, if this continues, I’m afraid he will have to apply to Lord Judge for funding to repair the bridge.

The boatman swung the oars and unconsciously glanced at the shore, but just this one glance made his eyes suddenly widen.

He saw an extremely familiar figure.The man's pitch-black hair was so conspicuous on the misty banks of the Styx, like a drop of thick black ink suddenly falling into the milky white dye.The side face that he glanced at was as cold and indifferent as in his memory, but also so majestic and difficult to approach.

The boatman's lips trembled, and a name had already lingered on his lips, but was choked in his throat by too intense emotion, and he couldn't say it no matter what.He was so anxious that he threw the oar directly, and stepped on the front of the boat in a panic, but he couldn't go ashore due to the restraint of his duty, so he could only grab a handful of mud on the shore.

--……damn it!

When he managed to stabilize his body and looked again, the other party had already disappeared in the army of dead souls coming and going, as if the previous glance was just his illusion.

But the boatman knew it wasn't, it was impossible for him to admit his mistake!Every time that adult drove across the River Styx, the boatman would always look up at him from below, so——it is absolutely impossible to admit his mistake!

"—His Majesty Pluto!!" A cry finally came out, resounding through the Styx River.

Hexin, who was walking, paused and turned his head.

Just now... Did someone call him?

Frowning slightly, Hexin didn't hesitate much, but chose to move on.

Probably due to the particularity of the priesthood of "Lord of Hades", Hessin, who had unlocked the card by stealing time, changed into the current state of a wandering spirit after replacing it with this character card.

Unlike other supreme gods, other gods would disappear without a trace while sleeping, but Pluto couldn’t do the same—as a “pillar” that stabilizes the operation and laws of Hades, his body still stays here, It didn't disappear with it.

Hexin could clearly sense where his body was, which seemed to be the deepest palace in the underworld.As if sensing his presence, his body has called out to him, and the connection between the two is getting deeper and closer.

Hexin stepped into a dry forest, and raised his head as if feeling something, he had to speed up.

The author has something to say: Hades is about the same, outsiders think they are all bosses, but only their own family members know that they are actually social animals.