The Greece Antagonist

Chapter 249 One Track Mind Turns into Stubbornness at Both Ends (4.1k)_2

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However, this future was far too unpredictable for Hecate, who was an investor.

On one hand, Zeus and The Three Fates might not give him the chance to grow, and once they noticed and made their move, it would be a loss for Hecate;

on the other hand, if he truly grew into a "Divine King", it was uncertain who between him and Hecate would end up devouring the other.

Therefore, for various reasons, Hecate probably wouldn't wait until then to choose to harvest the "fruit".

And judging by the reaction of that Goddess of the Nether Moon previously, the most likely time to "harvest" would be—when he became the chief god?

At this thought, Luo En's mind conjured the image of a twelve-sided die illuminated on nine faces, his eyes narrowing slightly.

—Dice of Chance, inevitable Fate...

It turned out that from the conversation on War God Mountain, the second round of the gamble had already been in progress.

—I lose, the trajectory of destiny has been leveraged by me in succession, your Authority of Chance has been indirectly strengthened, and at worst, you could take the opportunity to reshuffle while Zeus and The Three Fates deal with me, and proceed to the next "sowing";

—I win, I successfully advance to the chief god, and you can take the opportunity to swallow that mature and strengthened Aspect of Chance from me, giving yourself the capital to contend with The Three Fates...

However this plays out, you won't come out a loser, will you?

Realizing that from the very beginning he had not escaped the calculations of his mentor, Luo En suddenly felt a headache coming on.

What the hell? Asking for directions in the Netherworld turned from a straight path to being blocked at both ends.

If I lose, I will be dealt with by Zeus and The Three Fates;

If I win, I will be devoured by Hecate...

How do I even play this game? This is ridiculous!

Luo En pondered for a moment, his glistening eyes turning towards the Queen of the Underworld across from him, showing a look of sincerity and seriousness. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

"If possible, I would like to visit the Elysian Fields before I leave."

Persephone was silent for a while, her gaze sweeping over the black mark on Luo En's chest, and she slowly spoke.

"Tomorrow, I will host a banquet for my godmother."

Upon hearing this, Luo En's heart leapt with joy, and he nodded in understanding.@@@@

"Thank you!"

"No need, I am also considering it for Melinoe; as long as you live, she won't follow in Zagreus's footsteps."

Persephone gently shook her head, admitting candidly, then glanced at her still naive daughter with affection, painfully withdrew her gaze, and waved them off.

"All right, I will send a message to my godmother tonight and make some preparations. Just in case, it's best if you don't stay here overnight."

"That bastard is truly despicable! He promised extra payment, yet after returning, he didn't give me a dime!"

"The God of Death in charge of overseeing Sisyphus's punishment is your brother, right? If it comes to worst, you can ask him to help collect the debt."

"Don't even bring that up, Thanatos, for some reason, took it all in stride after being locked up by that punk for so long and isn't even the slightest bit angry. Not only does he turn a blind eye from time to time to that kid pushing the rock, but he also occasionally brings him wine to drink, wine that's specially reserved for the gods during the grand offering ceremonies - I haven't even had a few tastes of it!"

The more Charon spoke, the angrier he became, his red eyes almost shooting out flames.

As the Greeks feared death, the deities of the Netherworld seldom received offerings.

Additionally, with the Netherworld filled with deathly energy and lacking in living things, there naturally wasn't much of a supply of food and drink.

Only during the annual grand offering ceremonies, could the gods of the Netherworld obtain some communal offerings, including drinks and food, distributed by the God of Stove, Hestia.

In particular, the divine ambrosia mead originating from Crete, brewed personally by the priests of the Dionysian Sect to pay tribute to the gods, was quite sought after in the Netherworld.

Since Charon had no specific divine authority, he received very little each year, so he naturally abhorred Thanatos's wasteful behavior.

Listening to the verbal barrage from the Ferryman of the Underworld River, Luo En smiled meaningfully.

"Perhaps, Thanatos wanted to offer the wines himself?"

Charon looked puzzled, "Offer them himself? Why? That rascal Sisyphus locked him up for good half a year! He got played and still offers treats; did he get kicked in the head by a donkey?"

Glancing at Charon, Luo En inquired lightly, "After being locked up for so long and then returning to his post, was Thanatos's authority over death affected in any way?"

Charon thought for a moment, and a look of surprise flashed through his eyes.

"It seems not?"

For a moment, the Ferryman of the Underworld River furrowed his brows, then added.

"Moreover, it seems to have gotten stronger!"

"That's where the answer lies."

The light in Luo En's eyes flickered as he spoke solemnly, "Death is always present but often overlooked by the living, its reputation unremarkable. Yet once 'death' veers off its destined course, causing unpredictable changes and a series of problems, people start remembering the renown of 'death'.

Like the Sun rising and setting day after day without anyone paying attention,

but if one day it stopped, and then it rose again, people's interest in it would surge like never before, giving rise to discussion and faith. The authority of death would naturally be enhanced."

Realizing the implications from Luo En's musings, Charon suddenly saw the light.

"Thanatos did it on purpose?!"

"Do you really think a mere demigod could easily detain a Ruler of the Underworld for so long?"

Luo En asked in return, his gaze filled with mocking playfulness.

"I suspect, there's some secret deal going on between those two."

Otherwise, it would be hard to explain where Sisyphus gets his brazen confidence from.