King of Underworld - Chapter 180



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Epilogue – 21st Century Olympus

God is an immortal being.

Unlike mortals, they do not die no matter how much time passes.

Even if you lose your faith in humans, or are imprisoned in Tartarus, or have your head cut off.

BC. AD.

According to the concepts arbitrarily divided by humans, it is the 21st century AD.

The Olympian gods still exist.

It’s me. It’s Hades, the god of the underworld.

They have many children, and the afterlife has become very automated, so it is quite leisurely.

Of course, there were times when important decisions had to be made, but compared to the past, there was no Elysion.

Naturally, the faces of all the gods, including Charon, Thanatos, and Hypnos, were filled with leisure.

On the other hand, I am struggling with a bit of a headache: the problem of children.

“Father, here I come.”

I was leaning against the audience room with my eyes closed when I heard someone calling me from outside.

The voice of Zagreus, the son born between Persephone and me.

“Zagreus? Come in.”

“yes.”

Zagreus opens the door to the audience room and walks in with stepping steps.

The neat-looking black suit, the tired face, even the way he’s rubbing his eyes… You worked overtime again yesterday.

My son stopped a short distance from the throne and poured out his lamentations toward me.

A look of resentment and gestures. Did someone cause another accident?

“Father, please do something about Melinoe.”

“…?”

“And then I locked eyes with the god Morpheus and disappeared somewhere. Naturally, I left what I was doing behind. Thanks to that, not a single human had nightmares last night…”

Melinoe.

Goddess of nightmares, ghosts, and madness, and my daughter.

Perhaps because he was born from the goddess Styx, Melinoe, who resembled her with her beautiful long black hair, appeared to be somewhat arrogant and negligent.

Perhaps it was because he was given a share of the realm of madness ruled by Dionysus. Sometimes he did unexpected things…

“Can’t you see it in the afterlife?”

“Yes. I searched the entire underworld with the goddess Lethe, but there is no trace of him. He must have fled to Olympus.”

“Olympus? Did he go to the living world to play? Could it be Olympus…”

“No. It must be Olympus! Do you know that I’ve been singing the Olympus song all along? How often have I heard her say that she likes the splendid Olympus better than the dreary underworld?”

It was an action like escaping from the afterlife and pursuing love just like right now.

But how much of an age difference is there between me and Morpheus, the god of dreams… No. It’s not something I should be saying, having married Persephone.

“Thanks to you, only Macaria and I are suffering! No, I don’t know why he hates the underworld so much…!”

“Ah. Ah. Okay. I understand. I’ll go up to Olympus and look for it.”

“Yes? Your father himself?”

“Yes. I’ll bring Zeus along while I’m at it, since it’s been hundreds of years. You take this position for a while.”

“Me again…”

I must leave the underworld to Zagreus for a while and go to Olympus.

But have I asked you this too often? Zagreus grumbled, his shoulders drooping.

“Why don’t you just have Macaria or some other child do it?”

“Ahem. If not you, then who else would I trust and leave it to? And acting as the god of the underworld’s agent takes practice, so you have to do it over and over again to get used to it.”

“Yes… I understand.”

I patted Zagreus on the shoulder a few times and left.

Now I have many children, but the one I trust the most is Zagreus.

Makaria, another daughter born from the goddess Lethe, is a deity representing peaceful death.

He is always really busy helping the god Thanatos with his work.

So, he often left his post on purpose and left the duties of the god of the underworld to Zagreus.

If Zagreus grows up more… even if something happens to me, there won’t be any great chaos in the afterlife.

If we have to say, we can say that he is a successor with a similar position to Triton, the son of Poseidon.

* * *

Hooooooo-

As I crossed the Acheron River on Charon’s boat and came up to the ground, all I could see was an airplane flying in the sky.

When it was first created, the reaction from the Olympian gods was tremendous.

I wasn’t that surprised since I had knowledge of my past life, but everyone was excited.

At this rate, wouldn’t it be easy to reach the realm of Uranus, who rules the universe? It seems that humans are growing well even without heroes? Shouldn’t all the gods retire?

There was even an opinion that the first person to create it should be given a constellation.

Of course, it was ignored in accordance with Zeus’ policy of not interfering greatly with the human world.

“Huh? Uncle Hades? I was planning to visit you in the underworld anyway.”

“Hermes. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. Your clothes have changed a lot.”

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“Ah. Haha. The outfit? What is this… Brother Hephaestus gave me a hard time.”

The attire of Hermes that we encountered at the entrance to the underworld had changed significantly.

A white shirt and shorts, a caduceus disguised as a normal staff, winged shoes disguised as sneakers, and even a bag on his back.

Is that the fashion for travelers these days?

“Is there a Melinoe in Olympus?”

“Ah. That cute nephew who used to play with nightmares? Hmm… I think I’ve seen him before. Maybe you can look for him at the banquet hall?”

“banquet hall?”

“Yes. This time, Lord Uranus visited Olympus. He spoke about humans’ advancement into space…”

After hearing some more news from Hermes, I headed to Olympus.

Naturally, they did not forget to hide themselves so as not to be detected by artificial satellites or various detection devices launched by humans.

Once upon a time, Apollo was observed by a satellite while observing the state of heat near the sun.

At that time, there was chaos in this world with people talking about gods, aliens, and such, and the gods became a little more careful.

* * *

The scenery of the Olympus Palace, which I had visited after a long time, had changed considerably.

The magnificent building erected above the clouds remained the same…

WHEEING- SWOOOOONG…

What appear to be pillars made of marble are in fact elaborately constructed mechanical devices, unmanned devices floating next to the river where the Milky Way flows, etc.

Machines that are made to look like humans but lack a soul, or rather, cyborgs. Machines with beautiful human appearances bow their heads towards us.

– Welcome, Hades. Thank you for visiting Olympus.

As you approach the magnificently built steel gate, a voice flows out along with the divine power of Hephaestus.

Oh, you sense my divine power. Hephaestus has changed Olympus again.

A red light flashes through the small hole, and the door opens automatically.

It was similar to the automatic doors of modern civilization created by humans, but perhaps because it was a door built on clouds, it felt somehow uneasy.

Even Hephaestus couldn’t have made this in one day. How much trouble did it take?

What I saw when I entered the banquet hall was really… really surprising.

I don’t know if it’s because I was struck by Zeus’ thunderbolt and my eyesight is bad, but I never would have guessed that Olympus would change like this.

Even if I hadn’t been to the shrine for hundreds of years, how could I change like this?

Ring ring ring~♪ ♫♪ ♫♪ ♫

“Ahahahaha! Pour it!”

“Apollonim! Turn up the music a little more!”

“Of course, Euterpe!”

“Haha! Hera. Come this way! It’s been a while since you looked so beautiful.”

“Oh, really? Then just a moment…”

The dark ceiling of the Olympus Palace was filled with colorful lights shining down from the divine power.

And on one side, DJ Apollo, wearing sunglasses and a suit, was manipulating the equipment and playing music, while Zeus and Hera were kissing under the dim lights.

The most exciting thing was Dionysus dancing with nymphs. In another corner, goddesses were dancing in a seductive manner…

“Huh. You’re quite good at showing off your talents. I find it quite enjoyable.”

White hair. The body of a small girl. A protogenoi sitting on a chair, drinking nectar, wearing a white one-piece dress.

Uranus, who was looking around with his eyes watching the clowns’ antics, looks this way.

“Hades?”

Okay. Let’s start by saying hello.

“Greetings, Lord Uranus. But why have you come to Olympus?”

“Zeus invited me, which was strange. I was just looking at the constellations and had no time to spare.”

“Ah… but I wonder if the treatment was a bit lax…”

“This isn’t so bad. Don’t the humans you created play like this? I’m sure they called it a club.”

Ah. Club. Somehow.

The music, the atmosphere, even the Hephaestus machine that walked around pouring drinks. This was what a human club looked like.

In the past, gods spread culture to the living world. Nowadays, they have reached the point where gods accept their culture.

Prospering, developing, and surpassing on your own without the help of God… That’s good.

While I was talking to Uranus, a nymph wearing a black one-piece dress called out to me from over there.

A shelf filled with glowing bottles of liquor catches your eye. Not all of them appear to be nectar.

“Excuse me, Hades. Would you like a cocktail?”

“Cocktail? Not nectar? Pour me some.”

“yes!”

Slurp-

A nymph takes out a glass of wine, places it in front of her, and pours several bottles of wine one after another with her dazzling hands. Is this the floating technique?

After the skillful and quick movements were over, a colorful cocktail of all kinds was placed in front of me.

“…What is all this?”

“Ah! The lowest one contains nectar, and the one above that is the juice of golden apples from the tree that Hera has opened to all, and the one above that is brandy made by Dionysus himself, and honey syrup made from the honey produced by the bees that Aristaeus himself kept, and…”

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