Type-Moon, a human love simulator.

Chapter 125: Mind is stronger than matter, transcending time

Tempering the body with holy fire and building the foundation for immortality is a secret art belonging to the gods.

The twelve main gods all master this secret art, and can conduct the Trial of the Holy Fire for the heroes they like. If they can pass it, they will be naturally invincible in Greece in this Age of Gods. This is a more advanced body-building secret art than Achilles' Styx body-building.

However, even the holy fire body forging is divided into several levels, and the one who holds the authority of the holy fire and possesses the highest level of fire source in Olympus is undoubtedly the holy fire of Hestia, the head of the goddesses.

As long as Hestia is there, as long as the sacred fire of Olympus is in their hearts, no matter how serious the injury is, they will recover!

The holy fire is everywhere in Olympus, except for one place which is beyond the reach of the holy fire.

Hell Tartarus!
Most of the White Giant's spirits, a tribe of giants called Guigantes, are imprisoned there!
Therefore, it is a forbidden place that even the twelve gods of Olympus cannot touch!
This is true in theory, but there are exceptions to everything, and Surren is the exception among exceptions.

No one in Greece would push himself into such a desperate situation for the sake of others, except Suren.

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At this time, in Hera's temple, the three goddesses present did not show great interest and expectations for Suren like other gods.

They are more concerned about Suerlun's physical condition. Can Suerlun really bear such great pressure?

Even though Athena and the other three goddesses had witnessed Surlun's strength time and time again, they still couldn't help but worry about him every time this happened.

Hera and Athena surrounded Hestia, and Athena said nervously, "Hestia, how is Surren's health?"

In front of Hestia was a brazier with a faint flame. Although the flame was shaky and almost went out several times, it was tenacious enough for ordinary people to achieve. It managed to hold on for a whole day and night in the flickering state.

Above the flames, there was an image of Surlun pushing the huge rock. His body was torn apart and he was walking forward in blood. The blood flowing from his body was enough to kill countless adults, but for some reason, Surlun did not die yet and he still had his last breath.

Hera couldn't help but ask, "Sister Hestia, are you really unable to repair Surren's body?"

Although it was not the first time she asked the question, Athena once again turned her gaze to Hestia.

Hestia still refused as she had done countless times before. This seemingly socially anxious goddess shook her head calmly and firmly: "No!"

"If I repair Suerlun now, his body, which is already maintaining a fragile balance and can barely hold on, will produce an unpredictable chain reaction due to the sudden external force!"

"In the best case scenario, Suerlun will be completely paralyzed and unable to recover. Under normal circumstances, Suerlun will inevitably die from physical collapse!"

For some reason, Suerlun's body was constantly suffering damage and injury. Every time it was about to reach its limit, for some reason, a bit of vitality would emerge from the bottom of Suerlun's heart, supporting Suerlun to move forward.

It was as if his will was resisting death and the pull of the underworld.

"My feelings for Suerlun are no less than yours and Athena's. It is precisely because I am worried about Suerlun's health that I cannot take risks. The results of countless simulations and inferences have shown that I absolutely cannot do this!"

Hestia's pretty face, which always had a socially anxious expression, now showed an unusually firm and serious look. When she was speaking, her eyes were always fixed on the holy fire in front of her, and she did not even look up at Suren's behavior of pushing the boulder.

Almost all the people and gods were paying attention to Suren's shoulders that were strong enough to bear the heavy responsibility. Only Hestia was always paying attention to Suren's physical condition.

"Slow down, slow down, my dear friend, my only good friend Suerlun, please don't move forward..."

"No, you must keep moving forward. Hestia will always stand by your side..."

Hestia's golden eyes carefully captured the changes in the holy fire in front of her so that she could react at any time.

Athena sat on the ground like an imageless duck, staring blankly at Suren in the picture. The admiration in her eyes almost overflowed and turned into something else, a more turbulent emotion.

"My beloved hero, the hero blessed by Athena, the hero bestowed upon Greece by heaven—"

"Suerlun, you are carrying Athena's expectations. This disaster cannot defeat you. You can definitely do it, right?"
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No one except the gods knew about Orpheus' creation, and Suren would not know that there was a person watching him bleed and sweat, and then writing an illegitimate fan essay below.

At this moment, Suer Lun had no time to care about other things. At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind -

Push it a little further, push it a little further, push it a little further, push it a little further…

It was unknown how long this action lasted. Suerlun, who was still struggling, suddenly felt his whole body lighten, and then the two huge rocks in front of him sank into the ocean.

At the moment when the huge rock sank to the bottom of the sea, Surlen suddenly felt an indescribable feeling of weakness, which made this strong hero unable to even stand steadily and fell directly from the sky.

Suerlun's eyes went dark and he lost consciousness in an instant.

Atalanta, who had been keeping an eye on Surlun and hadn't slept for a day and a night, accurately captured this scene and shouted, "Surlun has fallen, come and help him!"

The Boreas brothers, who had been keeping an eye on Surlun's situation, suddenly became alert upon hearing this. They fixed their hawk-like eyes on Surlun's position, spread their wings, and rushed into the air to catch him.

As soon as the Boreas brothers picked it up, they felt it was so light. It didn't seem like the weight of an adult man at all.

Secondly, it's very cold, which is not the body temperature of a living person.

Finally, the hands were sticky and slippery, and the places where the two brothers touched were covered in blood. These were all torn wounds left by Surlun pushing the huge rock too hard.

At this time, Surlun was covered in blood and looked extremely horrible. The Boreas brothers simply didn't know where to touch so as not to worsen Surlun's injuries.

The Argonauts heard Atalanta's cry and climbed out from under the cabin one by one.

When Surren was crossing the sea, the Argonauts spontaneously paddled on the path Surren had opened up, just to lighten his burden a little.

Atalanta squeezed forward first, but when her hand touched Surlun's body, she couldn't help but turn pale.

Because she could no longer feel Suerlun's heartbeat.

His body lay there quietly, but there was no sign of life at all.

——Only the Lord God can survive the impact of the boulder.

No one has ever said what would happen if someone other than the Lord God tried to force his way through the impact of the boulder.

Now Atalanta had seen that even a strong and majestic hero like Surren, who forced the Greeks to open up this new road, would eventually die of exhaustion.

His terrifyingly tough body barely managed to avoid being torn into pieces, but all his blood had already been drained. Even the gods could not save him from his injuries. Will Surlun's final destination be the underworld...?

"No, there is another way. The epic of Suerlun will never stop here!"

Orpheus, Suren's number one fan and the poet who wrote the poem, shouted, "Hades, if we can break through Hades, Suren can come back again!"

"How can a soul without a body defy Hades, the god of the underworld?"

Jason burst into tears. He knelt in front of Surlan and cried bitterly: "I believe this. If one of us dies, then Surlan will definitely be able to break through the underworld and bring us back..."

"But now we are all still alive, except for Suerlun whose soul has fallen into the underworld."

"The Hades has four Styx rivers as its main trunks, connecting the various territories to the capital of the underworld."

"If the dead want to enter the underworld, they must first cross the first river, Acheron, the river of pain and resentment, then the second river, Xythus, the river of sorrow and lamentation, the third river, the river of fire, Kyriplegdon, which divides the underworld... and the river of forgetfulness, Leto, in the middle, and the fourth river, the main trunk of the underworld, Styx, the river of anger and oath-keeping."

"The soul sinks into it. Every time it crosses the Styx, its thoughts and memories fade and fade away, until it finally becomes a pure soul without thoughts. The place of residence is divided according to the merits of the previous life."

Jason told the legend of the underworld one by one. He gritted his teeth and said, "Surren has no gold coins in his hand. If he cannot bribe the ferryman, he will even sink in the river of pain and resentment Acheron and finally turn into a drop of water in the river."

Atalanta's face twisted as she heard this, and it was obvious that she was out of control. Peleus beside her asked, "Jason, is the Styx really that scary? I heard that soaking in the water of the Styx can make one invulnerable to swords and guns."

"That's a living person!" Jason shouted, "If a living person can be immersed in the water of the Styx, then the water of the Styx is actually the most insignificant step. Do you understand what I mean, Peleus?"

Normally speaking, living people definitely cannot come into contact with the specialties of the underworld. Only the gods who control the heaven and earth can travel back and forth freely and bring specialties from all over the world.

"I'm going to the underworld to save Surren."

Atalanta took a deep breath and wanted to pick up Surlun's Aequis and the Golden Supreme Heaven, but unfortunately, the artifacts that she had been able to use freely before were now as heavy as a mountain and she couldn't lift them at all.

Above it, there is the gift from God, and only Suren can pick it up.

If it weren't for Surren's authorization, Atalanta would never have been able to pick up these two weapons.

"boom--"

A ball of warm fire suddenly burned on Surlun's body. The flame did not explode, nor did it display the destructive power to burn the sky or boil the sea. Instead, it was very gentle, just like the smoke rising from every household, soft but firm.

Jason wiped his tears and said tiredly, "I miss home...my father and mother. Should I not have taken the risk in the first place and chased after the damn Golden Fleece?"

Surlun's body slowly recovered in the burning of the holy fire, but it was still an empty shell without a soul.

At this moment, everyone knew that the gods were still watching here.

"No!" Atalanta came to her senses, grabbed his collar and said, "From now on, even if you die without a complete body, you must get the Golden Fleece back. Surlun fell into the underworld just because of your adventure. You have only one goal now, you must get the Golden Fleece back!"

The Dioscuri Twins said, "Then let's wait here for Surlun to return. Since the main gods have not given up, we will naturally not abandon our crew and sail alone."
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"This is the underworld?"

Suren stepped on the hard black stone under his feet and looked up, but he could see nothing but a pitch-black darkness that stretched as far as the eye could see.

It is the abyss that looms over Hades.

"Oh, so I sent it?"

Suren scratched his head, not having any sense of the reality that he was still dead.

After all, this is the Age of Gods, and the understanding of death is fundamentally different from that of modern times. Modern people believe that death is the stagnation and dissipation of thought, but this is obviously not the case in the Age of Gods.

Death is just a new beginning.

"But unfortunately, I don't want such a start yet." Suerlun shook his head. He hadn't finished his business in the human world yet, so why should he start in the underworld?

"Dead, I am your ferryman."

When Suerlun was thinking about how to get through the Hades' resurrection match, a shadowy figure was already standing in front of him.

"..."

Suer Lun collected his thoughts and looked at the 'person' in front of him. After a while, he said, "I am very curious. There are so many dead people. Why did you only save me?"

Greece in the Age of Gods was very large and had a large population, so naturally many people died at the same time.

As the final resting place of all the dead, the underworld naturally would not contain only the soul of Surlun.

"Because you are different from them, hero."

The ferryman smiled faintly, and his voice clearly did not belong to the mortal world: "In the face of death, all beings are equal."

"But there are always people who are more equal than others, right?"

"...I'm saying there's something wrong with you gods, right?" Suerlun shrugged. "They say life and death are the greatest fairness. The moment you're born in the amniotic fluid is the dividing line, but it's not fair even after you die."

"I think if the Fairness Gu was in this underworld, it would probably be very small."

"Haha~ Interesting statement." The ferryman was very patient, or rather, he was always very patient with these nobles and heroes who had gold coins at first glance.

The ferryman Charon continued, "Well, hero, what's your answer? My ferry boat can take you directly to the underworld, where you can meet Hades, the god of the underworld, and perhaps even get a chance to return to the human world?"

This is a lie.

Any dead person who enters the underworld can never return to the human world. Theoretically, as long as Hades allows, or passes through the garden of Persephone, the queen of the underworld, they can return to the human world.

But up to now, apart from the living people coming to the underworld to pick up people and showing their magical powers, no dead people have returned to the human world.

Because Hades will not allow anyone to leave the underworld, he will not make exceptions for anyone.

It is precisely because Hades has the same self-discipline and harshness as the underworld that he is recognized by Zeus as the King of the Underworld and the Big Brother of the Gods.

Surren smiled and didn't take Charon's promise seriously. He checked his empty pockets and sighed, "Ferryman, your plan has failed. My pockets are cleaner than my face, but I don't have the money to pay for your fare."

"?" Charon slowly typed a question mark, and after a moment of silence, he said, "What a waste of words, oh deceased! May your soul forever sink into the Acheron River and feel the pain of Greece forever!"

The ferryman and the ferryboat disappeared together. Just as no one knew when he had come, Suren did not see clearly when he left.

"Tsk~" Suerlun sighed: "It's troublesome without a body. I can even feel the power of the breeze..."

"I am probably the first person since the Age of Gods to make it through the Hades Resurrection Tournament as a dead person."

Suren said this and stepped into the River Styx.

Wait, without the ferryman, how are we supposed to...

Take it away, take it away. I, Suerlun, have crossed five rivers of the Styx, right?
Yes, there are five of the four Styxes, but most people will never see the last main trunk of the Styx, which is the River of Wrath and Oath-Keeper, Styx.

This River Styx may not be well-known in the human world, but in the world of gods, every god knows about it.

Because he is in charge of the 'oath' of the Age of Gods.

If a mortal breaks his oath, he will be dragged into the River of Styx and perish forever the moment he dies. If a god does not keep his oath, he will be punished by being soaked in the water of the Styx, losing his divine power and becoming an exiled mortal.

Suerlun lost his physical body and thought he no longer had any "feelings", that is, non-sensory feelings such as pain, perception, smell, touch, etc. in the traditional sense.

But now, he could truly feel the pain, wailing, suffering, lamentation, regret, and despair with his soul...

Countless sufferings and pains, countless regrets and despair, it seems as if all the negative emotions in Greece are gathered in this river.

This is Acheron, the river of pain, carrying the last attachment and feelings of all the dead to their lives.

As soon as Surren's soul stepped into this place, he already knew why the souls who had no money to ask Charon to ferry them across the river were lingering on the shore and were unwilling to cross the river alone.

Because they would never be able to cross the Styx, which carried the suffering of all the dead in Greece.

They will be swept away and pulled by the sufferings that they can relate to, eventually sinking to the lowest end of the River Styx, never to be able to break free, and eventually becoming a drop of water in the River Styx, forever coexisting with Acheron.

Walking in the Styx of Acheron, a river of pain and resentment, one can hear the last cries of pain and resentment of the dead all the time. Not everyone can die of natural causes, and most die an unnatural death.

Even those who die of old age will miss their living life very much when they are dying, and will not yearn for death.

What's more, the last trace of resentment of these people who died an untimely death was too noisy. There were various ways of death, the most common of which was due to war. There is no need to say more about this. Even if there was no Ares who liked to watch villains fight, humans are the race that likes to kill each other the most.

The second is being murdered by your significant other, whether it's a man or a woman, for various reasons...

"I didn't expect that the proportion of murders for love in Greece is so high. No wonder the Greek nobles are vaguely misogynistic, only like to be with men, and are keen on cultivating a same-sex lover."

There is actually only one real reason. The wives of nobles also have inheritance rights. If the noble dies an unnatural death, the wife as a widow can marry her lover, or even anyone else, with everything she owned during her lifetime.

No one is born to like the same sex. The Greek aristocracy has such a tradition, which can only be attributed to the strong Greek women.

However, Suerlun had different feelings in this noisy world. He used pain to sharpen his soul. At the moment when his soul was impacted by countless senses and countless lives, he had a flash of enlightenment in his heart: "Is this the sixth sense that transcends the five senses of the flesh?"

When the sixth sense appeared, Suerlun's mind suddenly calmed down a lot, and his strength was gradually being recovered.

"Yes, this is the Age of Gods where all kinds of miracles can happen!"

Suerlun finally understood that the physical body could not limit his will. The physical body was only his possession, not his everything.

"The mind is more powerful than things, the way to transcendence!"

"As long as the fire of hope is always burning in my heart, as long as my soul is not exhausted, my strength will not be lost!"

Suerlun even had a feeling that if he were still in the world, even if his physical body completely collapsed, he could use his mental power to restore his original body 3%, just like a D printer, reshaping his body.

When Surlun came to his senses, the water of the surrounding Styx had become much clearer, no longer as turbid and filthy as before. The many painful souls that were vaguely floating in it also dissipated in the air.

"It's a pity that there is no reincarnation in Greece." Suerlun looked at the dissipated soul, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Perhaps, in the future, I can help the underworld establish a reincarnation channel."

This is not the first great vow made by Suerlun. Although he did not make forty-eight great vows like Amitabha Buddha, his great vows have become more and more by now.

Just as the heroes of the Argo discussed privately, a man like Surren had a compassion that transcended this era and a moral cleanliness that even gods could not match.

He will intervene in anything he doesn't like and correct anything he hates, even if it means making the whole world his enemy.

Next, Suren walked in the river of pain, Acheron. With every step he took, the souls around him who were lucky enough to touch him would be liberated and their pain would disappear.

It was not very obvious at the beginning, but later, more and more "river water" began to flow towards him. Suerlun did not refuse. These souls regarded him as the savior. If Suerlun could do it, he would lend a helping hand.

Lend a helping hand to all who need it.

He used his own spiritual realm to resolve all the most difficult pains of the deceased during their lifetime, but every attack from the dead souls was equivalent to making him experience the other person's life and suffering.

Too many attacks from the undead and too many sufferings in life may make Surlun unable to control himself.

Too much pain mostly comes from too many failures. Too many failures will bring too much confusion, and confusion will make people lose themselves.

Moreover, the Styx is too big, too big. If it continues like this, even if Surlun's soul is completely consumed, he will not be able to ferry even one ten-thousandth of the dead souls across the river of pain.

So, we must change and find ways to change.

Therefore, during the test of the Styx, Suerlun once again developed a new way to use his spiritual realm and spiritual power. He flattened "time" and turned all the sufferings of people's lives into a second, a snap of the fingers, a moment, a life and death...

In this way, Suerlun's mind became more transparent after being tempered. He was able to eliminate distracting thoughts in an instant, and naturally he could also deal with external attacks as distracting thoughts.

At this moment, the so-called River of Pain Acheron no longer posed any threat to Surlun, and of course had no sharpening effect at all.

But Suerlun is still ferrying people.

"Since the ferryman won't ferry you, then I will ferry you!"

No one knew how much time had passed, but Suerlun's mind had already turned this infinitely extended eternity into a fleeting moment. His control over the sense of time was the new spiritual realm he had reached.

He could feel that if he took one more step, he would be able to see the future of this world and the fate of mankind.

"Now I have truly become the Saint Seiya of the Goddess." Surlun smiled bitterly, but he tried to swing his fist, but he did not have the ability to tear the sky apart with a punch, crack the earth with a kick, or even make atomic-level attacks at the speed of light.

His spiritual realm has only improved and his mental power has become stronger, enough to interfere with reality even in the underworld.

With a sense of time that turned eternity into a moment, Suren quickly purified Acheron's suffering soul, making the water of the Styx clear for the first time in thousands of years.

But this clarity did not last long. When Suerlun lowered his head again, he could keenly sense that new suffering and new regrets had appeared in the Styx again...

This is endless. As long as Greece exists, as long as the Greek dead still have regrets and attachment to this world, Acheron will be an endless river of pain.

Suerlun was silent, but having already reached the shore, he did not go down to the river again to ferry people across.

The ferryman reappeared, Chiron still rowing a small boat. He looked at Suren who had crossed the first Styx and grinned: "Powerful and kind hero, now you know how terrible this Styx is?"

"It will kill your enthusiasm and numb your soul...what you are working hard on one moment will become meaningless the next moment."

"Hero, in this situation, will you still choose to continue crossing the river?"

"Why not?" Suerlun took one last look at the Styx and said, "At least the people being ferried care, right?"

"You guys always think about your own glory and the grand epic... Can't I do things just because I want to do them?"

"Useless work? I don't think so!"

Yes, Suerlun did not think it was a waste of effort. On the contrary, he felt that everything he did was very useful and not in vain.

He left because he realized that this method was wrong. It could only cross the river and make the river of pain, Acheron, clear, but it could not ferry people across.

After crossing the River of Pain, there is the River of Sorrow, which is formed by the tears of punished sinners. The water of this river contains the sins they committed in their lifetime. Suren drew the flames from the River of Fire and artificially created a new passage.

The River of Forgotten is just a small tributary of the River Styx. Suren did not deliberately cross it, so he naturally arrived in front of the city of the underworld soon.

Standing in front of him was a giant dog with three heads, and the tails of the three giant dogs were poisonous snakes that spewed venom.

There is no doubt that in Greece, the only creature that could produce such an unscientific genetic creature would be Typhon.

The three-headed dog that guarded Hades, the god of the underworld, had been dozing on the ground. When he saw that someone had finally crossed the three main branches of the Styx and reached the city of the underworld, he quickly opened his eyes and looked straight at Suren.

Suerlun looked at him. The dog head in the middle had his eyes slightly closed and looked unhappy. The dog head on the left had a silly look on his face and was drooling. The dog head on the right had red eyes and it was obvious that he was the Lover King.

At this time, the three-headed dog did not launch an attack, it was still looking at Surlun.

As long as the three-headed dog is given the honey cakes it needs, it will eat the honey cakes instead of people.

So much so that even after the Age of Gods, the burial objects of the Greeks when they died were gold coins and honey cakes.

The gold coins are used to pay for the ship's fare, and the honey cakes are used to bribe the watchdogs.

Suerlun thought for a moment, raised his fist and said, "I don't have any honey cakes, is this all I have?"

The dog head on the left opened its eyes wide, while the dog head on the right looked eager to bite someone. Only the dog head in the middle opened its eyes and glanced at Surlun, then turned its back to him, pointing its tail at its butt, signaling Surlun to pay attention before going over.

"You are truly a chosen worker, you little dog from the underworld!" Suerlun understood what was meant. If he didn't beat him and just went in like this, it would be a shame to waste the dog food given by Lord Hades!
The three-headed dog was so kind that Surlun naturally had to give it some face and just kicked it away casually. He didn't do what that bastard Hercules did and insisted on dragging the dog out of the underworld.

After completing these procedures, Suerlun finally entered the gate of the underworld.

He is about to officially start the resurrection match.

Suren clenched his fists, ready to fight with Hades.

But when he looked up, he couldn't help but freeze in his tracks: "Isn't this right?"

"Is this still the underworld? What is this for?"

All I saw was a hundred flowers blooming, a beautiful spring scene with lush vegetation, and a large number of vegetation of countless species blooming in this small garden.

It is clearly the dark underworld, but at this moment it seems as if the god of spring has descended.

Suren overlooked the fact that the underworld was jointly ruled by Hades, the god of the underworld, and Persephone, the queen of the underworld.

As for the goddess Persephone, her reputation is not very good.

Because she is famous for liking handsome men.

(End of this chapter)