King of Underworld - Chapter 111



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Hercules of Thebes – (2)

“Hercules seems to have lost his will. No matter what I do, I can’t change his mind, so if you could help me…”

Hercules lost his motivation? Was he losing his dream of becoming a hero, or was he just slacking off on his training?

A loss of motivation that cannot be solved with Chiron’s education…

We’ve seen many heroes lose their goals, wander, or become complacent, but when it comes to motivation, things are a little different.

In Oedipus’ case, he lost the hope to live due to great frustration and guilt, but it is unlikely that Hercules would do that.

He himself thinks he is a monster, so powerful that he receives the milk of Hera and the power of the River Styx.

Or maybe he was just too proud to think that becoming a hero would be easy.

As I was thinking for a moment, the Goddess Styx, who had been observing my expression, asked me a question.

“Hmm…”

“Hades? What does it say on the parchment?”

“They say Hercules lost his motivation. It’s understandable, considering he was born with great strength.”

“ah…”

The conditions for a mortal to become a hero are simple.

A hero is someone who has great strength or wit, divine bloodline, or is chosen by fate to complete a task.

But not all heroes are the same.

There is a huge power gap between a great hero like Cardmos and a hero who can barely catch a few monsters…

What our gods must foster is someone who has transcended the limits of mortal life, even surpassing Cadmus.

No matter how destined Hercules is to become a hero, there is a limit to how far he can go if his own will is broken.

Did something change because I threw him in the River Styx?

“…I guess that won’t work. I guess I’ll have to see Hercules sometime.”

“Would you like to go and see for yourself?”

“Yes. If you’ve lost your motivation, just give yourself a goal and get motivated. I’ll tell you about Hera, too.”

In the first place, if you don’t tell him that he sucked Hera’s milk when he was born, you’ll be subject to divine punishment…

To appease Hera’s wrath even a little, it would be better for Hercules to personally apologize at the temple.

* * *

After a while, I headed to the hero training grounds on the outskirts of the underworld.

Chiron noticed me approaching and quietly came over to me, then bowed his head.

“I am ashamed, Lord Hades. I used to pride myself on being the best educator I could be…”

“No, you have been doing well so far. It is more my fault that the son of Zeus has lost his motivation. Because I drowned him in the River Styx.”

“The reason is probably because his own strength is too great. Even if you try to discipline him, he won’t become a hero through force, and he won’t be hurt by any weapon…”

You could tell at a glance who Hercules was.

While all the other heroes are sweating and sparring on the plains…

Only one large, muscular man was standing on a high cliff, stretching out in the shape of the letter “大” and looking up.

A body like steel, strength that can be felt even when lying still, and a divinity of a demigod that would make you believe he is a god.

But despite all this, the eyes lost their motivation.

I approached him.

“Are you Hercules?”

“…Who are you? Are you the past hero that Mr. Chiron sent to persuade me? Even though I told him I have no intention of training him anymore…”

When I approached them, suppressing my strength, as if appearing in front of humans, this is the reaction I got.

It’s a shame to see him just staring blankly into space without even looking this way.

“Do you know how meaningless that emptiness and futility is?”

“What did you say?!”

“Is the world like soft wool? The people on the street may seem like fragile animals to you. Or do you think that because you have a body of steel, there is no point in practicing?”

“Who are you to say such things!”

Hercules jumped to his feet and raised his voice.

You’re finally looking this way.

“I don’t know which famous hero you are, but you don’t understand! If I just give it a little bit of strength, everything will break and crumble, so what’s the point of training? A lion is a lion from birth. Skills and training are petty tricks for the weak!”

“Don’t you want to be a hero?”

“A hero? Of course I want to be one! Isn’t that a great honor? That’s why I stay here and don’t leave. But what I mean is that the training they give me is useless to me. No, it used to be useful, but it’s no longer needed. I’ve worked hard enough to become a hero, and now all that’s left to do is complete the task!”

Hercules looks down at the heroes below the cliff and says:

For someone who is born with great strength, training is a no-brainer. Killing monsters is a very easy task.

The world is a petty place for a demigod who has sucked Hera’s milk since birth without being hurt.

But that too…

“With just that much power?”

“What?”

“There are many people with your level of power in the world. Even among the monsters you will face to accomplish your task.”

I just feel that way because I lack experience.

Hercules is strong. Even with his current strength, he probably has no rivals among humans.

But when you venture into the realm of monsters, gods, and titans, the story is different.

If you are a hero of prophecy, you are required to be of a higher standard than a normal mortal.

…enough to tear apart those hateful Gigas…

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“Are you satisfied with being a mere hero? Don’t you dare look up to higher places?”

“If it were higher…”

“To shed the mortal body and become a god.”

Hercules looks puzzled for a moment, then smirks.

“Well, even if they are gods, I don’t know if they are really strong. I heard that my father is actually Zeus…”

“…Look into my eyes. I will show you how small you are.”

Hercules looks at me blankly as if he realized my identity.

Apathy, curiosity and questions, and a faint hope that maybe something will happen. There seems to be hope that he will change his mind.

My nephew’s power is comparable to that of a lesser god right now. He won’t die like this.

Wait… shall I show you the afterlife?

* * *

“…Look into my eyes. I will show you how small you are.”

Goal? Is it true that the person who advised me to become a god was actually a god?

But that great hero, Cadmus, also killed a demigod, the son of the god Ares… Even though he was a god…

The moment I met his eyes with his black hair and cold expression,

The world Hercules knew was turned upside down.

Saaaah-

The illusion of being sucked into black eyes.

He couldn’t breathe. But he was still alive.

My eyes were open, but it was dark all around.

The eerie feeling around him makes his body tremble.

Here. Where.

He kept falling down. Down there.

Somewhere in that endless abyss (Tartarus).

Rising nausea. Blurred vision. Unmoving body.

For the first time in his life, Hercules felt helpless, as if his own strength was no longer effective.

ah.

Is this death?

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. . .

* * *

Kkudangtang!

“Ugh! Ugh… Ugh… Ugh…”

“Come to your senses. It was just an illusion.”

The moment their eyes met, Hercules collapsed.

A half-body gasping for breath with the sense of death. The pupils were shaking without mercy, and the legs seemed to have lost their strength and could not stand properly.

But, like a hero who had been blessed with all kinds of blessings since birth, he did not die even though he sweated profusely.

Of course, that was expected, but…

Hercules will be the first and last mortal to look straight into my sincere gaze and still live.

He must be the son of Zeus. He spoke to his nephew, who was holding his neck and gasping for breath.

“Your father, Zeus, is much stronger than I am. I am disappointed that the son of Zeus is content to be a hero worshipped by mere mortals. If you have not changed your mind, then just turn around and go back to the world of the living. No one will catch you.”

“….Huh…Who are you?”

“He is your father’s brother.”

“What! Then what should I do…! Cough… Phew.”

Hercules, with both knees on the ground and panting, was given some time to recover.

After some time had passed… he looked at me and carefully opened his mouth.

“…What must I do to achieve the feat of becoming a god?”

“Do you want to become immortal?”

Hercules paused for a moment at that question, then continued.

“That’s it. Any Greek man would dream of achieving great feats and becoming a hero. If it were a great hero like King Cadmus, it would be nothing to wish for. Becoming a god would be the pinnacle of the task, and if that path were right before my eyes, wouldn’t I naturally have to walk it? Even if…”

The look in his eyes is a little different than before. He shows a glimpse of a hero who has found his goal and is trying to challenge it.

A grand goal… an ambition to become a god… that is what will make you a great hero.

Hercules, who had just gone through such a thing, met my gaze again.

Even after experiencing the afterlife, even though I still tremble in fear, even though I realized my true identity…

“…even if I incur the wrath of some high god and am killed.”

Are you looking straight at me again?

“…excellent.”

I really like it. This is the spirit of a great hero.

Is this the owner of a name that is still engraved in my mind even after thousands or tens of thousands of years?

I looked at him with a satisfied face.

“Then from now on, I will tell you about yourself and what you must do when you return to this world.”

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