King of Underworld - Chapter 3



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Tales of the Underworld – (2)

Kookookook…

At this point, it’s almost done.

The afterlife, where there was nothing, was twisted and expanded according to my will, to the point where it was difficult to find its previous appearance.

According to my hipster sensibility, or rather, my afterlife sensibility, a pitch-black castle was reflected in my eyes.

A steel fortress made of metal overflowing from underground.

Isn’t this steel? The metal that I had put all my strength into seemed somehow pale and gave off a cold chill.

The castle walls emit a strange sheen that makes it seem like they are not made of ordinary metal at first glance. Perhaps it should be called the Obsidian Castle.

Squeak…

If you nod slightly, the gate will open naturally.

Actually, it wasn’t natural. I just made it, so why is it so stiff?

And the sound of the door opening is just like a ghost’s sound.

As we entered the huge castle, we added some additional touches here and there as we saw them.

Things like sand on the floor or parts that are twisted due to incorrect force control.

While I was looking after it for a while, a guest from the afterlife came.

“Hades.”

The one walking towards me with a heavy set of muscles and a stern expression is a one-eyed man.

No, it’s a Cyclops.

Arges (thunderbolt), one of the three Cyclops brothers who made weapons for me, Zeus, and Poseidon.

Why did he come to this dark underworld to see me?

“Fortunately, you found it. Thanks to Demeter who told me the location…”

The Cyclops are the children of Gaia, the goddess of the earth, and Uranus, the god of the sky.

According to the genealogy of the gods, their distribution is higher than ours.

But didn’t those three brothers say that they would live leisurely on an island from now on?

There was no need to come all the way to this dark basement… Could it be that he died and came to the afterlife?

The Cyclops are strangely powerful and high-ranking gods, but unlike us, they have a concept of death.

Therefore, there is a possibility that the first resident of the underworld in my kingdom will be a Cyclops.

“So who killed you? That damn Zeus?”

Just as he was about to start a war between brothers for the throne of the king of gods, he snickered and answered.

“Just kidding. We’re blacksmiths, but we’ve also got some skills in building these structures. Poseidon and Zeus are said to be building palaces like this, so our brothers each got one.”

Oh, Cyclops, the gods of service who give generously of everything they have.

I quietly worshipped him in my heart.

“But please don’t expect too much. I don’t have the divine power of architecture.”

The three Cyclops brothers received some of their father’s divine powers.

Thunder, lightning, and thunderbolts have nothing to do with blacksmithing, so how did he develop such great skills?

He walked around the palace he had just built, pointing out different places.

Indeed, the palace changed rapidly, perhaps thanks to the advice of experts on how to create something.

“I know you’re using the quince I made for you well, but I hope you take good care of it too. Even though it looks like this, she likes things to be neat and tidy…”

Cyclops, fiddling with my transparent helmet, Quinae, hanging in one corner.

By the way, among the three brothers, Arges was the one who made my helmet.

When I asked why they went to the trouble of making a transparent helmet, the answer I got was quite surprising.

I made a weapon that looks gloomy to suit my personality or something..

“…Tsk. Are you listening to me? And you also like it when I sweep from the top of your helmet to the bridge of your nose..”

That’s not an ego sword, or an ego helmet, is it?

I don’t know why they keep doing this when the creator knows better.

It may be a blacksmith’s unique sensibility that I cannot understand.

Now that I think about it, I’ve always felt that way. Poseidon and Zeus are weapons, so why am I the only one defending?

I also wanted to swing around some cool weapons, but it’s just a stealth helmet, so…

“Wow! It’s just a helmet! What’s wrong with my masterpiece, Quine, that I can hide from the whole world?”

Oh no, did I just say my thoughts again?

I calmed down the cyclops that was snorting and growling.

Of course, I felt the power of this helmet during the war. Even my father, the god Cronus, couldn’t find me.

“Who made it? Of course. How much did I spend making it…”

But still, the weapon is good.

“Oh my! Now, stop nagging me! If I’m going to make you a weapon, I’ll have to make one for Poseidon and Zeus too!”

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I wanted to get a weapon while I was at it, but I couldn’t help it.

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Well, from his perspective, he can’t help it because if he makes me a weapon, he’ll have to make one for Poseidon or Zeus too.

Arges left this place with a satisfied smile after taking a few laps around the underworld I had created.

I told him not to expect too much since he was not the god of architecture, but I was tempted to see Arges leave after completely changing my palace.

“Hades. Do you desire Zeus’ thunderbolt or Poseidon’s Triaena?”

Mr. Styx, who was accompanying Arges on his way to the underworld, whispered.

Of course I wanted it, but I couldn’t help it.

Maybe if I secretly go to the island where the three Cyclops brothers live later, they’ll make it for me.

“If you sink it to the bottom of the River Styx, which is a sign of the oath of the gods, and infuse it with power, you might be able to create a weapon that you can use. What do you think?”

This proposal was somewhat surprising.

Why would you do this? You’re not even a blacksmith who finds satisfaction in making weapons, so why…?

When I asked the Goddess Styx why, she turned her head and said shyly.

“So… So now there’s no debt?”

Now that I think about it, there was one thing she felt she owed me. I had saved Styx when she was surrounded by countless Titans during the war and almost dragged away somewhere.

“Please infuse your power into a bronze sword made by the Cyclops and hand it to me. I will bring it to you when it is done.”

I recalled my memory and gave the bronze sword I had been using to the goddess Styx. She took my beloved bottle and went down to the bottom of the deep river in an instant, disappearing from sight.

The Cyclops didn’t just make thunderbolts, tridents, and helmets.

They also created weapons and armor for other gods to use, producing numerous ‘failures’.

None of us agreed that they were a failure, but the skilled Cyclops pointed out the flaws with an eagle eye.

“Is this an excellent weapon?”

“What are you talking about? This weapon is too weak to contain your power. If it hits the scythe of Kronos, it will break after a few days of fighting.”

“Then why is this guard a failure?”

“If you wear that and fall from the sky to the ground, you’ll probably get a scratch on it.”

Our father, Cronus’s Scythe, is the world’s greatest weapon, created by our grandmother Gaia from Adamas (diamond).

It seems like they were being too picky to fight something like that and it would break after a few days, but they did it in the end.

He created three scythes that were either as good or worse than the scythe of Kronos.

That day, the tide of battle, which had been going back and forth, was turned around and we were able to win.

And one of the botched creations they made was the bronze sword I just gave to Styx.

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When the horses of Helios, the sun god of the high sky, pulled the sun chariot and traveled from one end of the world to the other, dozens of times,

Finally, Styx brought my sword to the Citadel of the Underworld.

“It’s all done. Would you like to give it a swing?”

A single-handed sword dyed pitch black, fit for a god of the underworld.

The bronze sword that had been supported by my power and stood at the bottom of the River Styx seemed to have been reborn.

As I ran my hand through the blade, which only had a blade and no tip, the sword trembled slightly as if it recognized its master.

“Oh my? It looks like it’s better made than I expected.”

The unique feel of the handle, made from a special oak tree that grows on the edge of Mount Olympus, holds my hand.

A weight that is neither too light nor too heavy, and a comfortable fit.

Wheeze-

I really liked the way the blade cut through the air of the underworld from left to right.

As a test, he placed the most luxurious of luxury items, Quinae, on the floor and struck the blade with it. The recoil caused sparks to fly.

Kakang!

“Hades! Th…the sword in that precious helmet! Why are you testing it on there!”

But since the strongest thing I have is a Quine, I have no choice but to do the performance test here.

“Haa… As expected, the gods of Olympus all have a strange side…”

Quine placed the sword roughly to the side and examined the blade closely.

No scratches or damaged corners.

The connection between the blade and the handle is excellent.

Powerful divine power penetration, perfect.

How long can this blade withstand the full power of the divine?

Just as I was about to focus my strength in my hand and strike the side of the sword, Mr. Sticks stopped me.

“Ahhhh! Don’t do that! It’ll ruin our baby!”

kid?

“Hot..?! This.. This is the same meaning that Cyclops call their masterpiece a child..”

“That’s good, kid. Then I guess his name is Styx Sword.”

“Ugh… So you’re going to give it my name?”

He girded his sword on his waist, leaving the Goddess Styx muttering something while covering her face with both hands.

Okay, your name is now Styx(Jin)gem.

“Stix is ​​me..”

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