Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 913 It's been so quiet on this journey...

This underworld doesn't seem so terrifying after all.

Orpheus, who was walking through the fields of truth and emerging from the towering black tower, had a joyful expression on his face.

He successfully used the music to slip past Cerberus and passed through several checkpoints.

And the most worrying challenges at the beginning, such as the goddesses of vengeance and retribution who are in charge of punishment in the underworld and are cruel and merciless, were fortunately avoided.

Is it a stroke of luck, the protection of God, or a miracle caused by one's own love?

These goddesses happened to be away from their posts, thus blocking Orpheus's path.

Orpheus passed smoothly through the Hall of Judgment and headed towards Hades' palace and Hades' garden.

This smooth progress allowed Orpheus to witness the entire process of the underworld trial.

In the minds of people on earth, the underworld is a dark and terrifying place, but Orpheus, through his own eyes, saw a place that was not so.

The orderly trials, the souls wandering in this field of truth in confusion, though seemingly terrifying, are actually a fairly stable and harmonious world.

It is not as dangerous and terrifying as people imagine.

Even a weak human like him can confidently tread this field of truth as long as he is not targeted by the guardians of the underworld.

But such a small feeling was quickly put aside, and Orpheus hurried along the road, eager to see the master of this land of the dead as soon as possible.

This was about whether he could win back his lover, so he didn't have the extra energy or time to pay attention to the local customs and culture along the way.

The path along the River Styx soon came to a fork, and Orpheus stopped.

Following the guidance given to him by others, this fork in the road meant that he had arrived at the deepest part of the underworld.

One path leads to Paradise, the Garden of Hades, while the other plunges down the River Styx into the deepest abyss, Tartarus.

However, this fork in the road is not difficult to identify, because a towering bronze gate stands on the River Styx leading to Tartarus, which can be seen from afar.

Orpheus quickly found the right direction after a brief look, and was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly stopped.

"I almost forgot..."

He took out a small bottle from his pocket, hesitated for a moment, then opened it and poured the white powder inside into the River Styx.

This is the benefactor who showed Orpheus the way, taught him how to go to the underworld to find his wife, and revealed the secrets to overcoming the obstacles that would block his path.

After helping him in this way, when Orpheus asked how he should repay the other man, the other man's answer was strange.

Fearing the judgment of the underworld, they hoped that Orpheus, upon successfully reaching the depths of the underworld, could directly pour the ashes of their souls into the River Styx.

Although somewhat confused, Orpheus agreed to the request and kept his promise.

The River Styx seems to contain quite a lot of things, so pouring in a little bit of ashes shouldn't be a problem.

Having fulfilled his promise, Orpheus once again expressed his gratitude to the other party in his heart, and then turned and embarked on the road to the Garden of the Dead.

As for the white powder he poured into the River Styx, it did not dissolve quickly in the River Styx, which could obliterate everything. Countless tiny particles shimmered faintly as they were dispersed by the water, and then, drawn together by an invisible force, gradually gathered together.

Like a miniature celestial body formed from aggregates, it radiates divine brilliance, hidden at the bottom of the River Styx, evading the detection and perception of all the gods of the underworld.

This tiny celestial body followed the ever-falling River Styx directly toward the bottomless abyss of Tartarus.

After falling into the River Styx for an unknown period of time, until the current gradually calmed and stopped, Tartarus, the lowest level of the world and its natural prison, was finally reached.

Everything in the world eventually converges here; everything on earth flows into the ocean, and the ocean flows into the abyss, finally arriving at this place of absolute silence and emptiness.

The tiny celestial body emitted light and gradually expanded, transforming from a solid planet into a liquid and then a gas, eventually forming a giant celestial star composed of light and waves.

In a short time, this tiny celestial body expanded and grew into a star, hanging on the mirror-like surface of the water.

But even the eternally burning sun is but a firefly's light before this abyss, utterly incapable of illuminating the entire depths.

But that was enough. Some beings in the abyss that had not yet been annihilated were awakened by this divine radiance and rushed toward this place.

The first to arrive was Crios, a colossal god as tall as a mountain, whom Eros had met once before.

When he looked up and saw the sun appear in the dark abyss, the guy laughed without restraint.

"Hahahaha, Hyperion, have you finally fallen into the same predicament as us?"

"That brat really did settle scores with you. Do you regret betraying us now?"

Hyperion ignored Clios's mockery, seemingly too lazy to communicate with this brainless fellow, and simply waited quietly.

After a while, a slender but tall Titan, not as towering and imposing as Creus, but only a few meters tall, walked over.

"Hyperion, it's been so long, I can't even remember how much time has passed."

“Iapetus, not long ago, only one generation.”

The sun in the sky finally spoke in response, revealing a human-shaped face.

This reply left Iapetus, who had just arrived, with a complicated expression.

"Has it already been a generation? Really..."

"Hey! Why are you only answering Iapetus and ignoring me?!"

Cleos shouted loudly in great dissatisfaction, while Iapetus and Hyperion glanced at him in perfect unison.

What's the point of exchanging nonsense with an idiot like you?
Iapetus was one of the lesser-known Titans, but his descendant was Prometheus, who was also a strategist among the Titans.

Although he foresaw the Titans' defeat and destruction after their disintegration, he still chose to follow the gods of Cronus.

And then, slowly walking across this abyss, came the Titan King, Cronus, who had lost everything and was now just a name.

(End of this chapter)