King of Underworld - Chapter 6



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Story of Life – (1)

The gods had Prometheus, a Titan god who had read the future and surrendered during the war with the Titans, create the human race.

And his brother Epimetheus created all kinds of living creatures I know, like pigs, horses, and birds.

At such an important turning point in the world, what was I, Hades, the king of the underworld, doing?

“The number of souls passing over the River Styx has increased significantly these days.”

“Hades, isn’t it humans who are important in the end? It would be too much work for me to go to other living beings as well…”

“Ask Hypnos, the god of sleep, for a little help, and once the underworld has stabilized, only bring humans here from then on.”

They were busy organizing the afterlife due to the numerous deaths of newly created creatures.

The afterlife is not a place only for humans.

As countless souls who have reached the end of their lives flock to this afterlife, my job as the manager of the afterlife has become increasingly difficult.

If you have been living a leisurely life up until now, it means that from now on you must take full responsibility for managing the dead as the king of the dead.

Now, all the newly born creatures died so easily.

The creatures thrown into nature by the gods began a fierce competition for survival, and Thanatos, the god of death who brings dead souls to the underworld, complained of fatigue.

He became the busiest worker in the underworld overnight and began sending out countless shadows, or rather clones, of himself to bring back dead souls, causing the underworld to teem with souls.

There was once a time when there were souls waiting in the afterlife to be reincarnated.

Fortunately, this is a problem that time can solve.

After some time has passed, the newly born creatures will learn wisdom from their surviving ancestors and will be able to live longer than they do now.

“Hades, I’ve been wondering lately whether it might have been the right choice to side with Cronus.”

…….I’m having a hard time too, so please bear with it.

However, for now, the path of suffering for some gods is wide open.

Thanatos, the personified death, has become a haggard and bleak figure, controlling his numerous clones.

His glossy wings had become dull and his steely black feathers seemed to be falling off one by one.

Could the immortal god, and the son of Nyx, collapse from overwork?

“It’s really scary to hear such words from the King of the Underworld. Please don’t even joke.”

Thanatos sighed as he made a face as if he had chewed something.

Oops, I blurted out my thoughts again.

The afterlife is so lonely that I’ve developed a habit of talking to myself.

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As time passed and the cycle of life and death normalized and the afterlife returned to peace, we cheered.

From the perspective of the immortal gods, it wasn’t a huge amount of time that had passed…

This is because animals have finally adapted to their environment and humans have begun to live in groups, reducing the number of times they die.

Although it was a short period of time, the hellish (Tartarus) work is now coming to an end.

Things would have been easier if Zeus hadn’t created Pandora, a human being, and sent all kinds of diseases and harmful substances to the earth.

Or maybe, in return for giving fire to humans, Prometheus was made to work as a slave in the underworld.

Honestly, I think it’s too much to let an eagle eat your liver just because you gave it some fire. Thanks to that, humans often offer sacrifices…

It is said that the underworld was saturated for a while because of Pandora’s box that Zeus threw on Earth.

Shouldn’t we at least send Athena, the goddess of wisdom, every once in a while?

Anyway, after a long time, I had some free time and threw a small party in the afterlife.

Thanatos and Hypnos, who had worked hard, the goddess Styx who had helped with the affairs of the underworld, and many other gods all entered the citadel of the underworld and ate nectar and ambrosia.

On one side of the banquet hall, several spirits were toiling away playing human-made lyres, while servants were busy serving food and drinks.

I was sitting at the head table, sipping nectar and silently cursing Zeus.

Tiing. Tiring~

“Gulp, gulp. Phew… I guess I can get some rest now.”

“I’m glad that our story has spread among humans, making the work of bringing souls easier.”

“As you said, most dead people these days give up when they see my wings.”

Did you know that nectar, the drink of the gods, doesn’t have just one flavor?

Once you put it in your mouth, it feels refreshing and soft, and has a strange taste that is both cool and sweet at the same time.

“Phew…! The nectar tastes even better today.”

Is that why the Styx goddess, who used to nag so much, is drinking so much like crazy?

Ambrosia, the food of the gods, is even more unique.

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This is exactly the flavor that the person eating it wants to eat the most right now. In my case, it tasted like the pork belly I used to eat in my past life.

Well, now that the pork belly is chewed, it tastes like sweet chocolate chip cookies.

“Hades. Do humans offer many sacrifices to you too?”

The goddess Styx, who was drinking nectar next to me, spoke of humans.

I heard that there is now a human nation on Earth.

Stories of the Olympian gods were also widely spread, and there were also mortals who often called upon my name when making sacrifices.

Let’s hear what humans are saying now?

I listened for a moment.

[Hades! Hades, why did you take my mother away, why!]

[Pluto, god of abundance! Accept these beasts and bestow upon me a ray of your blessing!]

[Hades… please… please don’t take me…]

[Close your eyes and when you open them, Hades will be standing before you! Die!]

Hmm. The world is a mess after all.

I remembered the face of the noble believer who offered me dozens of cattle he had raised, and then I closed my ears again.

My other name is Pluto, the generous one. I am the god of wealth.

There are also humans who worship me as a god of abundance, perhaps because of the common belief among humans that the underworld is a wealthy place.

After all, the underground is full of precious gems and minerals that are valuable to humans.

There I have this Cornucopia, which is the deity of wealth.

If the owner puts his hand inside this large horn, he can take out as much food and money as he wants without limit.

It’s a great item fit for the god of abundance, but what’s the point? I’m not human, so it doesn’t mean much to me.

“Hades…”

Stop nagging me, you Styx goddess, you’ve had too much nectar.

“Your Majesty the King of the Underworld… Report…”

A spirit who was standing guard with a spear approached me quietly and whispered to me.

A male soul who has lived for about 30 years and then died, refuses to be reincarnated in the afterlife and chooses to stay here, and is assigned this role.

I thought that there would be very few souls who choose the afterlife, but there were more than I thought, perhaps because they forgot their memories of this world while crossing the River Lethe.

Of course, since the balance of reincarnation must be maintained, we cannot give everyone what they want.

First, he pushed away the goddess Styx, who personally demonstrated the power of the great nectar that made even the gods drunk, and listened to the words of the soul.

“Iris, the goddess of the rainbow, has just visited the underworld. She has come to deliver the orders of the Higher Powers.”

As soon as the ghost soldier said that, the small celebration came to a halt.

Everyone, including the Goddess Styx, who seemed to have completely sobered up, Thanatos and Hypnos, who were putting down the ambrosia they were drinking, all looked at this side with sharp expressions.

“No way… I finally got to rest now…”

“No way..? Oh Zeus.”

The door to the banquet hall opened and soon a goddess with beautiful silver hair and white wings entered.

She had a soft, rainbow-colored halo emanating from her body.

In normal times, people would have been entranced by the beauty of the goddess that even Zeus would have admired, but here, only tension was in the air.

“I, Iris, am meeting the master of the underworld after a long time.”

Iris, the rainbow goddess, is a messenger goddess who conveys the will of Zeus and Hera.

However, there is still hope, as he mainly carries out Hera’s will rather than Zeus’s.

“Zeus, unable to bear to watch the fallen humans, decided to punish them by sending a great flood.”

suddenly..?

Punishment of fallen humans > Great flood > Death of most humans > Rapid increase in the population of the underworld > Death from overwork

The thought circuits in the heads of the gods sitting here are running rapidly.

The conclusion they came to with their brilliant minds is that from now on, the workload will not only explode but overflow.

“Hypnos, can you put me to sleep?”

“….I swear on the River Styx that you will never sleep again until the flood is over.”

“I don’t think I can help you this time, Hades. Well then, I guess I’ll take my leave now…”

“Oh Zeus, please.”

Tartarus… Should I open it?

I seriously considered a coup.

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