Type-Moon, I heard that after death, you can ascend to the Throne of Heroes?

'Can't go wrong again.'

Nuoyan thought so and stopped.

Just as Persephone was surprised to see this, the gods secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that everything would soon be over.

Nuoyan squatted down, and while fixing the harp on his body, he carefully took out the painting that was on his body.

He dropped the painting on the ground and now all he had to do was crush it with his foot.

But even so, Nuoyan still hesitated.

Because he knew very well that if he did this now, he would never have the chance to get before Hades, the god of the underworld.

But the inaudible and invisible darkness, the increasingly obvious pain in his body, and the feeling of blood flowing out were constantly eroding his sanity bit by bit.

Nuoyan himself is now beginning to be unsure whether he will give up.

"Well...it's not bad to die like this. I died like a hero this time."

So this idea came into Nuoyan's mind.

He put his feet on the painting.

"If you struggle a little longer and walk a little further, you will die."

That’s how the promise began to be thought.

But just as he was about to act,

"Nuoyan, you have grown up."

"You are no longer just seeking death like you did before. Instead, you choose to challenge death when facing it. So I naturally don't need to keep you on the mountain anymore."

Nuoyan suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Teacher Chiron.

"Then teacher, I want to draw a picture for you."

"No need, because your growth is already the best painting for me, your teacher."

......

In silence, Nuoyan withdrew his foot.

"Actually, I just found out about this recently."

Then Nuoyan began to mutter, as if he was talking to the gods who were watching him, or as if he was talking to himself.

"It turns out that death is so much simpler than living."

Persephone was slightly stunned when she heard this, and was looking at Nuoyan in confusion.

"If this is truly the last moment of my life, the ending I've been waiting for, it shouldn't be so dull. I think... I should at least paint a picture."

"This painting should be dedicated to you who have been watching me, the goddesses who made a promise to me, my teachers, my friends, and... myself."

"But I don't have a pen or a canvas now, what should I do?"

"Well... that's it."

Nuoyan smiled, and then he broke the painting under his feet.

The Pegasus ran out of the painting and spread its silver-white wings in the underworld in front of the astonished gazes of the goddess Persephone and the gods who were watching this scene.

Shelter in the promise.

Nuoyan played the lyre in his hand, and a gentle smile appeared on his face again, and the sound of the lyre became cheerful.

“It’s just like the night that I used as the canvas, only this time, the canvas is not the night, but the darkness I’m in.

And I... am the paintbrush!"

Use darkness as your canvas and yourself as your paintbrush.

Nuoyan smiled, the golden harp in his hand played a cheerful tune, and then he took a light step forward.

At that moment, Nuoyan felt that wonderful feeling...it was the same feeling when he sketched the goddess of wisdom, the Pegasus and the hundred-eyed giant.

Take one step forward,

Like a drop of water falling into a mirror-like lake, it creates ripples that spread out.

The waves spread out along with Nuoyan's feet.

The darkness around was outlined bit by bit, and along with the spreading waves, the eternally dark underworld began to be made into a painting.

That painting appeared in the eyes of Nuoyan, who could see nothing and fell into darkness.

So the promise of losing hearing and being invisible became 'seen'.

He saw the entire underworld being painted and presented.

And not only that,

As the waves spread farther and farther, Nuoyan felt the real gaze.

So he saw it, saw the gods on the holy Mount Olympus, who were looking at him in amazement.

They occupy one foot in the painting, with surprised expressions on their faces and different gestures, standing up or sitting down.

At the same time, Nuoyan also saw the goddess Hecate, who had been hiding not far away and watching this place.

Well...she is really a beautiful goddess.

This time, when Nuoyan saw her face under the veil, he couldn't help but think so in his heart.

At this point, this painting centered on the promise appeared.

Then the promise took another step forward.

As this step was taken, the melodious sound of the piano began to echo in the ears of all the creatures watching here.

Under the sound of the piano, even the mad undead stopped.

The light broke through the underworld and shone on Nuoyan.

That power repaired Nuoyan's injuries.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of Athena and others naturally focused on Apollo in an instant.

"It's not me!" Apollo, who was also surprised, waved his hands and said, "The child's music made the lyre respond to him!"

Nuoyan naturally "saw" the sunlight, and he also understood that it was the lyre in his hand that was responding to him.

Then Nuoyan looked at the underworld in front of him and smiled.

"Goddess Persephone, let's go."

Nuoyan said softly to the completely stunned Persephone behind him, "Hades, the God of the Underworld, must have been waiting for us for a long time."

Chapter 6.5 Since it is a painting, it should be beautiful (k)

Mount Olympus,

Within the temple.

"What...just happened?" The graceful and elegant goddess, Queen Hera, looked from afar at the smiling, picturesque young man in the underworld with a confused look in her eyes.

At this moment, Hera actually vaguely felt some changes, but she didn't understand.

Even the clever and cunning Hermes was equally confused at this time.

Instead, Artemis tilted her head with a look of surprise, as if she had finally realized what was happening.

Because she had seen Nuoyan enter the painting, and at that time she rescued Atalanta, her lovely little believer, who accidentally entered the painting.

And Artemis is the second main god to receive the promise painting so far, besides Athena.

Therefore, Athena, the only one who fully understood what was happening at the moment, smiled naturally. Her flawless face blossomed into a beautiful smile like a painting at this moment.

She stood up.

“He’s done it again.”

As the gods looked at her subconsciously, Athena said with emotion: "He has once again performed a miracle that amazed me!"

"What is going on, Athena?" Hearing this, Hera, who also stood up, couldn't help but ask.

Athena glanced at her, then looked at the gazes of the gods converging towards her, and finally looked at the goddess of fate who did not speak, but just stood beside her sister, holding the crystal ball.

Smiling, his golden eyes looked into the underworld at this moment, he took another step, and played the promise of cheerful piano music, saying: "He is painting a picture."

"Painting?" Hera was slightly stunned and recalled what Nuoyan had just said.

"Yes, a painting." Athena nodded as she recalled the painting she first received.

That was also the painting that Nuoyan originally presented to the gods, depicting the truest side of the goddess of wisdom.

To put it in the simplest terms, on that day, Nuoyan had completely seen through this legendary goddess of wisdom.

"Because the child was thinking, if today is really his end, the ending he expected, it should not be so dull, but magnificent!"

"So he painted it. He used the falling darkness as the canvas and himself as the brush, depicting everything that was centered on him at the moment. This was a painting dedicated to all those who were watching and paying attention to him, and at the same time... it was also a painting dedicated to himself."

Everything in the underworld has been presented on the "canvas" of promise.

Athena knew this better than anyone.

Because Athena still remembers the feeling when Nuoyan painted her, as if he could see through everything about her.

Just as the gods heard this, they were slightly stunned.

"And since this is a painting...then Artemis, you should understand it, right?" Athena said, looking at the moon goddess Artemis with a smile.

Artemis, the moon goddess, tilted her head. She didn't understand much, but she knew one thing, which was...

"If Xiao Nuoyan is really painting, then what comes next will definitely be very beautiful." Artemis replied.

Use the night sky under the stars as the canvas and the sky lanterns lit by the crowd as the paintbrush.

Artemis had seen two paintings drawn by Nuoyan, and her biggest feeling about them was that they were beautiful.

"Yes." Athena nodded, then smiled and said, "Since it is his painting, then this painting must be...very beautiful!"

......

......

At this moment, the underworld is eternally dark.

On the road of no return.

"Goddess Persephone, could you please do me a favor?"

Just as Persephone was still staring at Nuoyan in a daze, unable to react to what was happening in front of her, Nuoyan suddenly spoke.

He smiled and said, "It's not to help me complete this trial, but I hope that you, Goddess Persephone, can help me embellish my painting at this time."

Hearing Nuoyan's gentle voice, Persephone came back to her senses.

Her beautiful bright eyes stared at the young man in front of her. Although he still looked fragile, he no longer had the feeling that his light would go out at any time. At this moment, it was even as if he had lit up the light of the eternal dark underworld, so dazzling and eye-catching.

Without waiting for Persephone to come back to her senses and answer, Nuoyan took another step forward.

At this moment, everything in the underworld appeared on his canvas, so he naturally took the most correct path.

Persephone subconsciously raised the lantern and wanted to follow, but was stopped by Pegasus, who folded his wings and squatted beside her.

Pegasus called out softly to Persephone twice.

Persephone understood and looked at Promise again.

He no longer needed the lamp of the underworld because the lyre of Apollo, the god of light, responded to him.

At this moment, the sound of Promise's piano is equivalent to that of his friend Orpheus.

No matter whether they were trees, stones or sane ghosts, they were all happy or sad because of the sound of his piano. So the noisy ghosts stopped, listened to his piano, shed tears of the dead, and then turned into dark light and disappeared into the underworld.

"...Embellishment, is this what it means?" Persephone, who was witnessing this corner of the painting, seemed to understand something at this moment.

So she sat on the Pegasus, and the Pegasus spread its wings and carried Persephone to the sky above the underworld.

Then Persephone blew the seeds all over the underworld.

No underworld god came out to stop it, and some even helped in secret, because for the gods in the underworld, such a grand scene would probably be something they would only see a few times in their lifetime.

The goddess Persephone is the daughter of Demeter, the goddess of agriculture, and the goddess of seeds. In the underworld, she represents the sleeping seeds, and in the human world, she represents the awakening and sprouting of seeds.