Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 908 The Pure Love Warrior by the River Styx
"Your Majesty Cupid, can you please leave me alone now?"

Having finally escaped the bug in Erosca and accepted this reality, Charon was already thinking about escaping.

If we don't run away quickly, we don't know what will be uncovered later.

"Sister, I still have to go to work. If there's nothing else, please let me go."

Charon spoke in a flattering and ingratiating tone, making his request cautiously.

"Am I terrible?"

Eros countered with a question that made Charon's smile slightly awkward.

"How could that be? It's just that the thought of me delaying here might mean fewer souls being transported across the River Styx, thus hindering the operation of the Underworld's judgment. I would feel extremely guilty."

Did I interrupt your daily check-in and task completion?
If it were in a notebook, Charon would probably be the kind of character who says, "Go ahead and do whatever you want, but don't interrupt my game."

Thinking of this, Eros had a sudden thought and laughed.

"Alright, let me see how you're doing at work."

"Don't worry, I won't disturb your normal work, I'll just keep an eye on things."

Eros, who had wicked intentions, said this, while Charon shook his head repeatedly in strong resistance.

However, no matter how much she resisted, she eventually had to bow down to Eros's power and violence, and was forced to pick up her oars.

As for Eros, after a moment's thought, he simply slipped into Charon's black robe, ostensibly to avoid interfering with Charon's work.

Eros transformed into an invisible stream of air and darted into Charon's black robe. Although Charon couldn't sense its presence, just knowing this made his scalp tingle.

Anyone who finds out there's someone lying on top of them would feel their scalp tingle, right?

However, Charon quickly devised a plan: she transformed herself back into the form of a skeleton to avoid being taken advantage of by Eros.

"There's no other way. After all, I still have to maintain the terrifying image of the underworld in front of the souls."

With this explanation, Charon successfully turned the tables and revealed a sly smile.

Trying to take advantage? You're underestimating her.

Putting everything else aside, at least now that he had a skeletal body, Charon no longer had any psychological barriers to having Eros surrounding him, and he rowed his small boat across the River Styx.

Eros didn't dwell on this unexpected loss, since he had plenty of other options.

The small boat sailed on the River Styx, which was no longer the clear river where Eros had once fought his battle at the bottom of the River Styx.

As humanity proliferates and souls multiply, countless souls fill the River Styx. Their pale faces, appearing in the river's currents, are erased by the river's power to wash away memories and perceptions.

Most of these souls fell into the River Styx by accident and failed to reach the courtroom. If they reached the lower half of the River Styx, countless sinful souls would be thrown into the burning flames of the river to be burned.

Now that the River Styx has changed so much, Eros would never again attempt a seven-day Ironman triathlon across it.

Even on a small boat, when you look down, you sometimes feel that it's really crowded below because of the occasional soul drifting by with the current.

Charon's work wasn't particularly busy; after all, she had her limits. Maintaining her divine domain on the River Styx, any soul wishing to cross could obtain the right to be ferried as long as they paid a fee. Aside from the fact that it was endless, there wasn't much else to it.

Very few people actually receive the treatment of Charon personally rowing the boat and demanding payment.

The small boat drifted through the mist, gradually approaching the riverbank teeming with crowded souls, and Charon raised his head.

The skull beneath the black robe scanned the bewildered souls, preparing to select a few special ones to collect the fare himself.

This is a rare source of fun in a boring job.

They demand tokens of love from happy souls as payment for crossing the river, and forcibly snatch away the symbols of their obsessions from those souls filled with obsession.

Such heinous behavior was Charon's favorite; after all, they were all dead, and the things they cared about while they were alive should have been let go.

Just as Charon was enthusiastically selecting his target, a mournful melody rose from the riverbank. It was a skillful instrument, imbued with the performer's deep emotions, capable of bringing tears to the eyes of anyone who heard it and allowing them to profoundly feel the sorrow of the musician.

Such a striking figure could not possibly go unnoticed by Charon, who was weeping and playing his lyre on the banks of the River Styx.

Unlike the transparent souls around him, the young man sitting on the shore had real flesh and blood, and even though his body was extremely weak, he still burned with the flame of life.

Humans who have mistakenly entered the underworld?
Charon was slightly surprised, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, such things do happen sometimes. Whether by good luck or bad luck, humans occasionally stumble upon the entrance to the underworld on earth.

However, most people are frightened away by the crowds of souls on the plains at dusk, or die physically and become one of those dazed and confused souls.

It is truly rare for a human to be able to maintain a complete physical body and even continue to play a seven-stringed lyre with their fingers.

Charon became somewhat curious, but she had no interest in interacting with a living person, since the other party couldn't cross the river and couldn't pay her boat fare.

Just as Charon was about to row away, the young man who was playing the lyre looked up and saw her, and saw the black-robed figure rowing a small boat on the River Styx.

His face immediately lit up with hope, and he hurriedly called out to Charon, who was rowing the boat.

"Eternal ferryman, silent guardian, please spare me even an inch of your gaze, linger for a moment, and listen to my music."

"My name is Orpheus. I am a pitiful man who has lost his beloved. I have embarked on the path of the dead in order to find the one I have lost."

With his singing and superb piano playing, he successfully made Charon stop rowing.

This guy is calling out to me, what does he want? Does he want to cross the river?
Of course, what moved Charon was not only Orpheus's lyre music, but also Eros's urging.

"Stop and take a look, see what this guy is trying to do."

That's why Charon's boat stopped, and Orpheus, seeing this, showed a smile that was a mixture of sadness and joy.

Immediately, he began to sing, telling his story and his purpose through a song mixed with the sound of the piano.

He was a musician who could stand shoulder to shoulder with God, a recipient of divine grace who had won the favor of the God of Light.

His name is Orpheus, a man who embarks on a journey to the underworld in order to find his beloved Eurydice.

(End of this chapter)