In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

......

Underworld.

"Oh my, oh my, it seems a rare guest has arrived at my place." A slightly aged voice rang out.

“…Huh? Huh?” Eris sat up.

She touched her face, then touched her body.

"I, I'm..."

She felt somewhat lost and confused.

"Eris, goddess of discord, strife and misfortune, look upon me." The aged voice reached Eris's ears once more.

Eris looked up and saw a tall man with bluish-gray skin, whose appearance was about 70% similar to that of the great god Zeus and the sea god Poseidon.

She immediately understood who this person was.

Hades, the God of the Underworld

"Ha, Lord Hades, what's wrong with me...?" Eris was somewhat confused about her current situation.

“You are dead, Eris.” Hades smiled kindly. “Torn to pieces by that demigod brat, then exploded, blasted to pieces, scattered everywhere.”

"I... I'm dead? Huh?" Eris's pupils suddenly contracted. "I... I'm dead???"

"The true form of the machine god was completely shattered. If it weren't for the backup of the divine core information here, it wouldn't even be possible to transform into such a conceptual god." Hades shook his head with a smile. "What a disgrace, Eris. To be killed by a non-god as a god, tsk tsk tsk."

Hades' existence serves as a simple backup.

As long as he is still alive, the dead gods can still be transformed into conceptual gods by combining the backup information left with him with the damaged divine core.

"You'll be here keeping me company for at least the next thousand years," Hades said, still laughing. "Before you've accumulated enough energy to move around on the ground, if you appear on the surface, you'll be torn apart by magic, like a tattered sack, hahahahaha."

"I, I, I..." Eris felt so wronged.

My true form, the Mecha God, is gone?

The divine core was also shattered, and could only be regenerated through a simple backup into this half-dead conceptual god, and then spend a thousand years in this dark and sunless underworld?

"No, no, no—this is absolutely not the outcome I want. I—I want to see Lord Poseidon, let me see Lord Poseidon!"

Eris grabbed Hades's clothes.

Hades did not refuse Eris's request.

He summoned his light screen and established communication with Poseidon.

Click.

"Hades, you're looking for me?" Poseidon's calm and majestic face appeared in the image.

“Lord Poseidon! Lord Poseidon! It’s me, it’s Eris!” Eris rushed over.

A hint of surprise appeared on Poseidon's face: "Eris, why are you in the Underworld?"

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Chapter 616 The Demise of Red Eyes

"I'm dead! My true form was shattered by that maggot named Oceanus! Lord Poseidon, do you have any way to restore my true form?" Eris said to the screen, trembling.

Poseidon frowned and thought for a few seconds.

"You...were killed by Oceanus?"

"That's right, that's right. I was killed by that hateful and disrespectful person, that hateful test subject, because of my carelessness. This must have been part of your plan, right? So, Lord Poseidon, you must have a way to restore my true form, the Mecha God, right? You must have a way!"

Poseidon pinched his chin and blinked slightly.

"Where were you killed?"

"My dwelling place. I was killed in my dwelling place. My fragments should still be there. Can I use those fragments to restore my true form Mecha God? Can I restore my true form Mecha God?"

Poseidon smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Eris, your death was indeed unexpected, so... I cannot restore your true form, the Mech God."

"Ugh?"

"See you a thousand years from now, Eris," Poseidon said, then abruptly ended the communication.

Hades smiled, and his figure also disappeared into the darkness.

In the vast space, only Eris remained.

Her expression gradually crumbled; she clutched her head and knelt on the ground.

"No, no, no, this isn't true."

"This can't be real—"

"This can't be real—Aa ...

......

Poseidon's humanoid form arrived at Eris's original dwelling place.

The land was still damp, and despite being inland, it still smelled of the sea breeze.

"Is this Eris's dwelling?"

Looking at the ruins, Poseidon smiled.

“How ridiculous, Eris, to be killed by something that is not a god.”

After a brief search of the ruins, Poseidon picked up something.

That was a small fragment still carrying the aura of Eris's power.

"It just so happens that I haven't figured out how to kill that disgusting thing, which is almost like a Warcraft, in front of my good son..."

A cold smile appeared on Poseidon's lips.

The humanoid sub-individual disappeared from its original spot, and Poseidon flew towards the direction it had sensed.

......

"Did...these things happen?" Alma looked at the deathly silent Ocean and Agah, her heart equally heavy. "Ruslan, he..."

"...We have avenged Ruslango." Aga's fingers, gripping the wine glass, turned slightly white. "We have made a god... pay for his death!"

“We’re going back to the beach first.” Oshin put his half-empty glass on the bar. “The gods’ revenge could come at any time. We… can’t involve you in this. We’re here today just so Aga can come and see you.”

"Let's go, Aga."

Aga turned to look at Alma, whose eyes were filled with tears, and gritted his teeth.

"Sorry, sis."

After saying that, he walked out with Ou Shen.

Meanwhile, at the beach, where Kiyaya was silently exercising, she suddenly felt a pang of heart palpitation.

A large rock fell to the side, catching Lemoni's attention.

"What's wrong, Jumi...?"

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of light appeared on the sea.

call out--

An unidentified object shot out from somewhere on the sea.

It struck Miya's stomach directly at extremely high speed.

"Pfft—"

Kimia was slammed backward by the enormous inertia.

"Jimia!" Lemoni was terrified. He glanced at the sea and ran anxiously toward Jimia.

"Ptooey, pfft—I'm fine." Miya struggled to sit up.

He covered his stomach with his hand; a huge wound appeared on his lower abdomen.

"How about it? Sit up first."

"Uh..." Kimia dug her hands into her abdomen and forcibly pulled out the thing that had hit her from who-knows-where.

“This is…” Lemoni frowned as he took the small, blood-stained piece from Jimia’s hand.

It was a piece of metal.

Suddenly, Miya felt a sharp pain in her head.

"Uh--"

He patted his head.

"Are you alright? Do you want to lie down for a while?" Lemoni helped Jimia up.

However, both of them overlooked the fact that a purple aura was flowing from the wound into Miya's body.

The spiritual world.

Red Eyes will always silently guard this place, watching over the demon who was previously banished into the depths of Oshin's spiritual world.

"Kimiya has grown stronger and stronger. It seems I no longer need to take action..." With a relaxed sigh, the red-eyed figure floated in mid-air in the spiritual world.

A purple aura somehow seeped into Miya's mental world, disappearing into its depths in an instant before Red Eyes could even notice.

Then... it wrapped itself around the demon's body.

hum-

The entire mental space was shaken.

Kimia's eyes widened.

"What's wrong?" Lemon asked, puzzled.

"...He woke up."

Suddenly, Jimia pushed Lemoni aside and knelt on the ground.

Lemoni, who had been pushed away, sensed something was wrong: "Chimiya, what's wrong?"