Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

At the heart of the Underworld, the Fields of Truth.

Unlike the edge where Gaia was currently located, even the always desolate Underworld inevitably looked a bit different at its core.

The towering Divine Palace of Hades was built here, surrounded by many strangely styled buildings that were established layer by layer. Their existence was like a decoration, making the bleak interface appear more vibrant.

But that was all days ago. Now, this realm that had suffered an unprovoked disaster looked far from intact.

"Whooosh—"

"—Bang!"

Following a loud noise, Hades's mouth twitched slightly. He watched the wall, which had collapsed simply from his touch, and his pale face unavoidably darkened a bit.

This was not an isolated case; similar situations were scattered all around. Faced with this sudden disaster, Hades didn't know what would be appropriate to say.

This was not the first time. Before, because of the Goddess of the Nether Moon, the Divine Palace that had just been constructed had already fallen to ruin once. Now, not long after, it was destroyed once again.

Apart from his own main hall, which was still intact, the vast Fields of Truth above were in complete disarray. Even though Hades didn't particularly care about these superficial structures, he couldn't help feeling somewhat annoyed.

But that was all he could do. After all, Zeus and Gaia were responsible for all this, and judging by the previous battle, neither was someone he could afford to provoke at the moment.

With no other options, Hades could only accept his bad luck. He glanced around once more and then gestured. As an invisible wave spread, a certain message was also sent out by him.

Soon, an armored 'warrior' rushed over from afar, kneeling on one knee, showing loyalty to his sovereign.

Though called a warrior, the negative energy swirling around and the faintly burning Soulfire revealed the identity of the other as a wraith. This was one of Hades's achievements in recent years, a being resurrected from the corpses of Bronze Humanity.

And what's more crucial is that the one before him was somewhat special. He had a more vigorous life energy before death, which allowed him to survive a bit longer in the flood. Seeing the Underworld was still in a state of reconstruction, Hades naturally did not hold back. He acted ahead of time when the other was on the brink of death and manually turned him into a wraith.

The other had not disappointed Hades, becoming a rare and strong existence among wraiths in just a century. Most importantly, he was utterly loyal to Hades.

Thus, Hades naturally took him as a close retainer and even hoped that he could learn more and become an able assistant to himself.

"Evans, what's the situation with the casualties?"

"And in the recent upheaval... never mind, there's no need to worry about that."

Shaking his head without saying anything more, Hades's question was to the point.

Although it hadn't been long, even if there weren't many such intelligent higher wraiths, nor could they be described as devout believers, Hades was still gradually experiencing the sweet benefits of the Power of Faith.

Moreover, as a True God who controlled half the power of the Underworld, he keenly noticed that, with the increase of lives, the Underworld's own power seemed to be on the rise.

It was just that wraiths were still somewhat different from living beings, and the Underworld had no True Gods of analogous authority to manage these changes. So, for now, these shifts weren't dramatic.

Regardless, any steady forward progress was good. As a deity who had reached the pinnacle of Godhood shortly after coming into the present world, Hades still found this slow increase in power intoxicating. Following this, the continuity of the higher wraiths became a concern close to his heart.

But such things cannot be rushed; Hades could only wait for time to yield results—assuming, of course, that no more troubles came his way every few days.

"Your Majesty, except for the recently built structures that have mostly collapsed, there are no obvious signs of casualties. However..."

After a moment's silence, the warrior known as Evans continued:

"The power contained in that voice earlier could directly affect the stability of the Soulfire. For those higher wraiths who have awakened their intelligence, enduring it was possible. But for those whose consciousness is still not clear, it was somewhat difficult to resist."

"..."

Reading the implication in Evans's words, Hades felt heartache once again for the disaster thrust upon him.

Previously gathered from the earth, there were only less than a hundred thousand Bronze Humanity corpses that had developed stable thought and even recalled some memories of their lives. The rest had not achieved this step yet.

And now, their Soulfire had disintegrated under the vehement shout of Mother Earth, forcing Hades's plans to be delayed once more. In this moment, Hades, who had never quite disliked Gaia, couldn't help feeling a bit annoyed with his grandmother.

Zeus provoked you, so you could have just gone after him. Why bring disaster to my Underworld?

"...I understand, you can go arrange the reconstruction."

"The dead from the earth continue to flow in endlessly; it's just a waste of a few hundred years."

Trying to appear nonchalant, Hades waved his hand. The wraith warrior bowed and retreated on his own.

Soon, the once-quiet Fields of Truth became noisy, with many wraith lives busying themselves, clearing the broken buildings, then laying the foundations for new ones.

After watching for a while and seeing no other changes, Hades soon returned to his still-intact Divine Palace. Sitting on his throne, he couldn't help feeling a sense of urgency.

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