Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 926 This guy is really damn bad!

“You have to think of it this way: if we refuse him, and he chooses to starve to death in the underworld, it will be considered suicide.”

"In that case, he would have to experience true cruelty, even in death he would be separated from his lover. Wouldn't that be an even more painful ending?"

"Imagine two people who are not far apart, but one is suffering in the River Styx while the other is enjoying peace in paradise. That is true suffering."

Just describing that scene is enough to cause torment and pain.

"So our approach is actually for his own good. Even if he has to endure decades of longing in this world, at least after he dies, he will have the chance to enter the Pure Land and reunite with his loved ones."

Eros explained it this way: from this perspective, it does indeed seem like doing a good deed.

Humans are short-sighted due to their lifespan, and they care more about things and feelings in the present, so they will sacrifice the future just to seek the present.

God's vision is broader, and He will act for the distant future that is meaningless to humankind, which makes Him appear more ruthless and indifferent.

However, there is no right or wrong answer; it's just a matter of seeing different lengths.

If you tell an ordinary person that it's okay, just eat and drink as usual, and that you can still see your wife when you die decades later, they will definitely say that you are joking.
"Besides, we are not deceiving him, but have presented our conditions in a straightforward manner. If he can really do it, I will naturally fulfill the conditions as well."

"These are very fair terms; whether he can deliver on them is his business."

After being comforted by Eros, Persephone felt a little reluctance disappear.

"I've basically arranged everything, so there's no need to worry about the rest."

"Instead of all that, let's do something else."

For the two of them, the Orpheus affair was considered over; all that remained was for things to proceed as planned.

With the Queen of the Underworld's permission, Orpheus's return journey was much less fraught with obstacles than his journey before.

There will be no more goddesses in charge of judgment and revenge blocking his way, nor evil spirits plotting against him; even the three-headed dog guarding the gate will ignore him.

The only exception was a prisoner who should have been being tortured, leaning against a rolling stone, who seemed somewhat excited when he saw Orpheus return from the depths of death with the Queen of the Underworld's permission.

However, Orpheus ignored the other party's greeting, not wanting to cause any unnecessary trouble. He only wanted to fulfill the conditions that Hades had promised him and hurry back to the entrance to the Underworld.

After he agreed to the condition, he turned and embarked on his journey home, never looking back even once, not even trying to subtly inquire with a mirror or flowing water, because Eurydice was now a soul without a reflection.

He was afraid that if he actually saw no one behind him by looking at the water or a mirror, he would be even more unable to resist turning around to check.

Orpheus had no idea whether his lover was following behind him.

He tried to call out Eurydice's name, hoping she would respond to his call, but all he received was the sound of the wind from the underworld carrying the wails of souls.

I put my hands behind my back, wanting my lover to hold my hand or let her lean on my back, but I didn't get the slightest touch.

Oh right, Eurydice is now a soul, while I am a person with a body, so even though she is lying on my back, I can't feel her weight at all.

The feeling of having nothing behind him made Orpheus slightly anxious.

He couldn't help but wonder if the Queen of the Underworld had really released Eurydice and returned her to him.
Perhaps it was all just a hoax, a deception to trick myself into leaving the underworld.

He couldn't sense whether his lover was behind him. Her breath, scent, footsteps, or even her gaze were all absent; perhaps there was nothing behind him at all. This wasn't the first time Orpheus had felt an urge to turn around and look behind him, but he suppressed it each time.

You can't do that. You have to trust that since Her Majesty the Queen of the Underworld made a promise to you, she will not go back on her word. All you need to do now is continue moving forward.

In a cycle of repeated agonizing and resolute struggle, Orpheus unknowingly found himself once again on the banks of the River Styx.

Previously, he had to beg the ferryman of the River Styx to let him cross the river, but now he didn't need to beg; Charon was already waiting for him on the shore in his boat.

Looking at the skeletal Grim Reaper shrouded in black robes, Orpheus mustered his courage and asked him a question.

"Is there a nymph's soul following me?"

Although he can't turn back, he can ask other people for help.

But Charon, the ferryman, simply looked at him, his pale skull grinning menacingly.

"This one? Does it exist, or doesn't it?"

"I don't know, after all, the soul has no weight, and my little boat can't feel whether there is an extra passenger."

The ambiguous answer only made Orpheus more hesitant.

"Alright, there's no time to hesitate anymore. Are you going or not?"

Charon slapped the water with his oar, urging the boat on impatiently.

Orpheus had no choice but to board the small boat, and even on the narrow vessel, he dared not sit down or turn around casually.

As he stepped onto the ship, Charon launched it and sailed through the mists of the River Styx.

He subconsciously looked down at the surface of the River Styx, but could only see countless pale faces, without any reflections.

The journey on the River Styx was very peaceful, requiring Orpheus to continue walking, but it made his heart ache as if ants were gnawing at it.

At the beginning, he could keep telling himself not to think too much and just keep moving forward.

But when he was sitting on the boat, with nothing to do, suspicions sprouted like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, constantly chasing after his reason.

What if it's a scam? There might really be nothing behind you, since the ferryman set sail the moment you boarded.

No, this is just my own speculation. Why would God deceive a weak mortal like him?
But isn't resurrection a taboo in the underworld? Even if I really succeeded, would the Queen of the Underworld really break this taboo and bring Eurydice back to life?

The fact that they had come so easily only intensified Orpheus's suspicions.

Orpheus, caught in these doubts, showed a pained expression, which Charon noticed.

Charon glanced almost imperceptibly at the nymph soul clinging to Orpheus's back, unable to speak due to their agreement, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Eros is fucking evil!

(End of this chapter)