King of Underworld - Chapter 83



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The Story of Bellerophon – (6)

Bellerophon, who experienced the work of a lower god at the suggestion of Hades, the king of the underworld.

He killed Typhon’s children in this world, and boldly aimed for the position of god in front of the king of the underworld…

“Heh… Heh… Hey! Bring me the arrows quickly! Why would Hades use such a slow human…”

“…sorry!”

I felt like I was going crazy right now.

Eros, the winged god who rains arrows down on criminals at an invisible speed.

The god of love kept shooting his arrows without stopping, frowning deeply…

The quiver of arrows that had been placed in abundance was quickly emptied.

Then, Bellerophon, who was in charge of carrying the quiver, was naturally scolded by Eros.

“If the criminals are resting because of you, the supervisors will report to Hades!”

Bam!

“I’m sorry… Ugh!”

Eros, very annoyed, hits Bellerophon on the head with his bow.

But Bellerophon did not dare to confront him.

Secondly, the fact that Eros, the god who struck him, continued to move his arm without even looking this way…

“Still, that human being, he’s adapted well even though he hasn’t been here for long.”

“I said I would experience the work of our lower gods. I should tell Hades well when I report to him.”

“Hmm. If that guy stays here, how much less work will there be?”

This is because the lower-level gods who manipulate or supervise things from a distance think well of him.

The fact that this was not a trial or a malicious prank sent down upon him shook Bellerophon’s spirit.

Being scolded by the high gods and being tormented by busy work all day long…

Is this not an abnormal situation, but a normal working situation for lower-ranking officials?

Aren’t the gods just leisurely living their lives and occasionally helping humans?

Phew- Phew.

“Kuaaaaak!”

“Please… please…”

The underworld is much more severe than other places, and even there, the gods who torture criminals have a harder time…

Bellerophon, who had come to the underworld for the first time, did not notice it.

How much time has passed like that…

“Hey, human. It’s my turn now.”

“Are you… changing schools?”

A lesser god with two small horns on his forehead and a red body approached him and spoke to him.

Bellerophon fell to the floor with a word of thanks.

Even if they are dead, mental fatigue is inevitable.

This is especially true if we periodically hear the sharp irritation of the god Eros.

“Thank you for your hard work. I will make sure to speak well of you to Hades.”

“Yes…? What…”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to experience our work because you wanted to become a lower-level god? If you become a god, you’ll be quite secure.”

Bellerophon was left in a daze as he listened to the words of the lesser god, who nodded toward him with a satisfied expression.

No… Even if the gods don’t just play and eat, there must be things they enjoy.

“I heard that the gods eat nectar and ambrosia. Can I watch it too…?”

“Oh, come to think of it, since Hades told me to experience the work of a lesser god, I should try eating some food. Follow me.”

“I can eat the food of the gods too…!”

Bellerophon’s face lit up.

I can eat the food of the gods, you are truly a merciful monarch of the underworld!

* * *

The lesser god led Bellerophon to a distant place.

Where is this huge building, like a castle, built by humans on this earth?

“Hey… my god, where is this place?”

“This is the 1253rd warehouse of the underworld. And it is the third largest warehouse among those storing nectar and ambrosia…”

Bellerophon was busy looking around absentmindedly.

A castle covered in black bricks and black stones of unknown material, with the dead moving busily, carrying something.

After passing the strict inspection of the soul soldiers, there was a mountain of nectar and ambrosia…

Nevertheless, there are numerous materials that are well organized and systematic.

‘The other name for the Lord of the Underworld is the God of Wealth, and there are thousands of warehouses of this scale…’

While he was lost in thought for a moment, the lower god handed him something.

“Now, this is ambrosia and nectar. Eat it with honor, human.”

“Oh! Thank you!”

Well well…

The ambrosia and nectar I tasted for the first time in my life were truly heavenly.

As expected, it was so divine that it could be called the food of the gods.

No food on earth could compare to it, not even the pleasure of holding a woman…

“Well. Now that you’ve eaten and drunk, get up.”

“…?”

“What are you looking at? The work of the lower gods also includes managing nectar and ambrosia.”

Bellerophon started working again.

“Nectar and ambrosia are things that make mortals immortal only while they are consumed, and they are things that humans cannot touch or even see.”

“Ah… I am truly grateful to God Pluto.”

“Even though you ate and drank… if you have any strange thoughts…”

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The face of the lower god is distorted grotesquely. Even if he is a lower god who is in charge of chores in the afterlife, he is still a god.

An ominous aura swirls around Bellerophon and terrible hallucinations assail him.

The reason he was able to sit there and not faint was because he was a hero who did not back down from the Chimera.

As Bellerophon’s face turned pale, the lesser god shrugged his shoulders as if nothing had happened.

“Well, you seem like a pretty honest person, so I guess I don’t have to worry about that?”

“Oh… Of course!

From there, Bellerophon took ambrosia out of numerous chests and carried and stacked them as instructed.

Next, the nectars in the bottles were carefully managed so as not to break and sorted as prescribed…

He counted the number of foods in the warehouse and wrote them down on parchment.

Of course, this was possible because the lower-level god next to him skillfully helped him.

But isn’t this kind of trivial organizing the job of a warehouse manager, a clerk, or a worker?

Why does God have to do this?

After working hard for a long time, he was finally able to rest.

And then I asked myself the question that had been on my mind for so long: Why does God have to do things that only his servants would do?

“You’ve worked hard. As expected from someone who comes from a heroic background, you’re really strong.”

“But why does God do such things?”

“How can such an important matter be entrusted to a mortal? I don’t know if it would be common wealth or gold and silver treasures, but the food of the gods?”

The lower god expressed further doubts in response to Bellerophon’s question.

“But how can the great gods continue to do such nonsense…”

“Do you think the dead can do this for a long time? They can only endure it because they are immortal gods.”

The gods are eternal not only in body but also in spirit.

If a normal human lived for thousands of years, they would probably go crazy.

However, because they are gods with immortal power and divine power, they can maintain their spirituality.

Elderly gods who have lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years do not always show a solemn appearance.

Sometimes he is more innocent than a child, and sometimes he is as boring as an old man…

Sometimes, they show behavior that is more emotional than rational, and more driven by desire than duty.

But that is the working of divine power to maintain mental homeostasis.

The proof of God may not be a powerful force, nor an immortal body… but an unbreakable spirit.

“But don’t be too scared. If you become a god, your body or mind won’t be ruined just by doing a little work.”

‘This is… a little?’

Bellerophon began to seriously consider becoming a god.

* * *

About thirty days had passed since Bellerophon had left the audience chamber.

I was actually keeping a close eye on him when a messenger came and told me the news of Bellerophon.

“Your Majesty, the hero who killed the Chimera last time wishes to see you again.”

“Bring him first.”

He came towards me with blank eyes and a blank face.

The dead do not have fatigue, unlike when they were alive. But that appearance…

The hero, prostrating himself before the throne, opened his mouth in a weak voice.

“I realized that the position of God was too much for me. Lord of the Underworld…”

“So, you give up?”

“Yes… please leave something else to me…”

He reached out and picked out one of the parchments piled on one side.

A report naturally arrives detailing the circumstances surrounding his surveillance so far.

“Everyone speaks highly of you. They say, ‘You are a talented person who deserves to be a subordinate god…’”

“Huh?! How could I…?!”

“With this level of evaluation… even Zeus would think that you’re a capable person.”

The parchment contained only good reviews.

He is unusually honest for a mortal, and he seems to be persistent as a hero, so please keep sending him…

“Ha… But! I know what the gods are doing…!”

“You thought it was nothing?”

“That’s not it! That’s…”

Bellerophon, who was pale, tried to make excuses, but… in the end, he just said he didn’t want to do it because he had too much work to do.

Still, it is true that I intended this and let him experience the work of God.

There are many mortals who think like Bellerophon.

I nodded moderately and looked at him.

“…Okay. Okay. Okay…”

“Even if I can’t become a god, I want to be of some help to the afterlife! Please leave me something else to do!”

“…? Don’t you want to receive a reward for killing the Chimera?”

“No! Just forgive my rudeness!”

A hero who is shaking with his head buried deep in the ground.

Ah… I guess you thought you dared to say something blasphemous in front of me.

Even if you show that you don’t care, I don’t think you’ll feel reassured.

The Greek gods are inherently arbitrary.

“I’ll forgive your rudeness. Well then… how about sharing your experiences with future generations?”

“I will do whatever you tell me to do!”

“You can stop whenever you want, and you don’t have to feel too burdened. The heroes from Thebes…”

As it happens, Chiron said he needed a training instructor.

Any hero who kills the Chimera would be more than capable of doing so.

But I feel bad for making the hero, who should be resting, do all the work…

If he wants, he should try to arrange for some other convenience… even a reconciliation with his brother, whom Bellerophon accidentally killed.

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