Chapter 193 - 36 Puppets, Sailboats, and Chessboards

Chapter 193: Chapter 36 Puppets, Sailboats, and Chessboards

“If that’s the case, I will make sure the souls in this—this River of Oblivion are well taken care of.”

Although the Underworld is vast, and the newly-born Styx River has visibly begun to stretch out its tributaries, Hades found overseeing it a trivial matter.

After all, the gods have already confirmed it. The belief born from solitary souls, compared to their living days, hardly exists; hence, it seems that no one would come to snatch such things in large quantities. Even if left unattended, it’s unlikely anything would happen.

“It had better be so.”

Tilting her head, Liana noticed a red light approaching in the distance.

It seemed to be a deity from above, but it would take a considerable amount of time to reach here. The Underworld may not be as vast as the surface, but it had now expanded significantly.

“Starting today, the unclaimed magic power released by the Nether Moon will triple, as promised. As for how to build your ‘Undead Kingdom,’ that will be your own affair.”

With the silver mirror in hand, Liana did not linger any longer. Under Hades’ gaze, her figure gradually became ethereal and finally disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, the expanding Nether Moon slowly returned to normal, yet the magic power contained within its moonlight had indeed tripled.

Though the concentration had only tripled, the impact on the emergence of wraith intelligence was more than tenfold. Now, the biggest issue had become how to acquire as many skeletal remains from above, especially those of humans.

A moment’s honor or disgrace was trivial; when lacking power, he could relinquish even the Divine King’s throne, let alone a small matter of reputation.

Once he completed his plan, those deities would naturally learn to keep silent.

He adjusted his expression, trying to look as pitiful as possible. In the distance, Hestia’s silhouette was now faintly visible.

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The next day.

Seismic disturbances ceased near Mount Olympus, affecting some oceans at most. Under the suppression of present powers, the Bronze Humanity’s domain remained as peaceful as ever.

Last night, in a remote corner of the tribe, Ande had waited very late for the ‘big sister’ who had left halfway through to finally return, leaving the young boy quite famished.

But this wasn’t what Laine had asked for. He wasn’t there to enforce laws and mistreat children. There was no intent to ‘test’ Ande, and even the ‘children’ of the Bronze Humanity couldn’t truly be considered weak.

In fact, after realizing that Liana had somehow gotten into a fight with Hades for unknown reasons, Laine had signaled that it was okay to start eating, but Ande had insisted on waiting.

Little Ande was warm-hearted and kind. He didn’t want the ‘big sister’ to eat leftovers alone, so he was determined to wait for Liana’s return. Laine could only sigh at this decision—different folks, different strokes. Freed from the constraints of thought, the personalities among the Bronze Humanity had also become varied.

There were arrogant ones like Priest Ossen, some who sneered and mocked Laine’s request for shelter, and naturally, there were those like Ande, who was full of kindness towards everything.

Laine, however, did not know whether Ande could maintain such kindness when he grew up, as the Bronze Humanity faced their destined end. Maybe he could, but more likely he could not, yet Laine didn’t care. He wasn’t there to select the virtuous, and whether Ande became good or evil in the future was immaterial. Their fate was only intertwined for the time that Laine remained in the human tribe.