Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 906 There isn't a single normal person in this underworld.
As Charon watched the golden ears of wheat fall from his black robe, his skull clattered and rattled.

"This and this"

"Whose stuff is this? How did it end up inside my clothes?!"

Charon, still somewhat unwilling to give up, attempted a final defense to prove his innocence.

"This is a frame-up! This is a frame-up!"

"So you're admitting these are your clothes now?!"

Eros's voice suddenly rose, and he shouted sternly, startling Charon.

What's with the question of admitting or denying it? These are her clothes, aren't they? She's wearing them, how could they be fake?

Although he didn't understand what Eros meant, Charon was still taken aback by the imposing manner, and his stubbornness completely crumbled.

"I confess, I surrender myself. I didn't dare use a single bit of this divine power of wealth after I got it!"

After being released from Eros's grasp, the skeleton, draped in a black robe, knelt and wept bitterly, sincerely repenting.

"Your Majesty Cupid, I really didn't do anything wrong! It was all because the goddess Demeter forced me to do this!"

She clung to Eros's leg, weeping bitterly, trying to elicit some sympathy from him so that he wouldn't punish her.

However, she seemed to have forgotten to remove her disguise. Her stiff skeletal frame hurt Eros a little, and her empty skull eye sockets naturally couldn't produce any tears, showing no sign of sincere repentance.

So Eros wanted to shake her off with great disgust, but the thin, bony frame clung to her tightly, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of her.

Even after his arms fell off, the skeletal fingers on them remained firmly gripping Eros's thighs.

"You're unexpectedly a bit annoying, aren't you?"

After painstakingly prying off the skeletal finger bit by bit, Eros looked at Charon, who was throwing a tantrum, and spoke with a hint of disdain.

Although he initially intended to find an opportunity to get closer to his sworn sister, he now felt something was amiss.

This guy seems like the kind of troublesome person who, if you really want to pursue him, might have to bring her several mountains of gold.

Although Eros remembered that Charon, the boatman, was indeed portrayed as greedy in some legends, this portrayal was far too exaggerated.

For the sake of a little wealth, even the dignity of a goddess is being eroded.

"There's nothing we can do. The underworld doesn't pay wages, yet they make people work 007 all year round without pay, working until they die, striving until they die, and still not enough to save up enough money for a new set of clothes."

"Ordinary people may have a lot of money, but it's useless. Everyone laughs at me for working like a dead dog every day, yet I'm still the poorest."

"I finally have an opportunity to improve my life, and I don't want to miss it, I really don't want to miss it!"

As her true feelings were revealed, Charon's voice gradually became sorrowful and distressed, and the fake cracking sound of bones gradually returned to the weary, tired, and resentful mature woman's voice that Eros had first heard.

Wow, she sounds like that kind of overworked older sister who, after a long day at work, finally comes home and bursts into tears, then starts to vent her frustrations.

I don't know if this crying is real or fake. If it's fake, then the acting is superb; if it's real...
Fun, interesting, and I want to cry a little more.

Now, as the greatest oppressor of Greece, Eros has no empathy whatsoever, only the desire to amuse himself.

But is Hades really a capitalist? No, capitalists are more advanced than slave owners. "Tsk, if you don't want to do it, why don't you just rest? You can use your powers to help those souls cross the river; there's no need for you to do it yourself."

Death couldn't possibly personally collect souls one by one, and Charon wouldn't actually be that tired; she only needed to maintain her divine domain on the River Styx.

The ferry carrying Charon's phantom would naturally go to guide those souls who wished to cross the river.

"No, I clearly remember Hypnos saying that you are a workaholic who works even harder than Thanatos, so why would you complain about being tired from work?"

When Eros asked him the crucial question, Charon abruptly stopped his tantrum and wailing, his embarrassment visibly evident even on his skeletal frame.

"This one……"

"So you were just playing the victim, weren't you? If you were really exhausted, you could just create some subordinate gods and the problem would be solved, right?"

Under Eros's gaze and words, even the skeleton, devoid of flesh and blood, revealed a hint of embarrassment.

"Ultimately, you're enjoying doing the work yourself, taking the most precious treasures from those souls, and enjoying the process of seizing these things, right?"

"Woo..."

As if Eros had predicted, Charon knelt there and let out a strange, mournful cry.

"So, actually, you enjoy the process of accumulating wealth more than enjoying the wealth itself, right?"

"Just like a hamster, it doesn't feel secure when it gets a lot of food directly. Instead, it prefers to collect and store food little by little on its own, enjoying that sense of security."

Eros, who was gradually prying open Charon's heart, said with great interest, still holding a golden ear of wheat that represented wealth in his hand.

"That is why, although you received the divine authority over wealth from Demeter, you do not use it."

"Because you don't care about what you have, but about the fact that you have it."

I have to say, this guy is simply a chosen one.

Although I'm exhausted and complain about work, I enjoy it, just like the kind of person who combines playing games with going to work. Even though I feel incredibly tired, I still work year-round, clocking in every day to get all the rewards.

Charon was in this state. He was voluntarily working year-round without a break, but he still couldn't help feeling tired and cursing, angrily denouncing this garbage job.

Then they would immediately rush to receive the next ship of souls and obtain their precious treasures from their hands.

As long as you give her a monthly card sign-in reward program or something similar, she can work tirelessly without rest. She's practically a chosen one.

"Tsk, but these are just your own quirks, I don't really have anything to say about them."

Eros's tone suddenly softened a bit, as if he no longer intended to hold Charon accountable for helping Demeter smuggle herself out and accepting bribes.

Charon, who was feeling dejected, suddenly raised his head and felt a glimmer of hope after Eros exposed his inner desires.

However, her skull was rather frightening, and Eros couldn't help but slap it.

"Change back to me!"

(End of this chapter)