Hades held his forehead, sighed deeply, and felt a strong sense of oppression welling up in his heart.

He took a deep breath, then suddenly stood up, slammed his fist heavily on the desk, and began to complain through gritted teeth:

"A bunch of losers, and in the end I have to clean up their mess."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hades stood before the desk, his eyes flashing with furious rage, and issued the command befitting the lord of the underworld:

"Tell all my soldiers that if they see any of these undead, do not eliminate them, but bring them all back to me."

His voice instantly became deep and majestic, carrying a fiery impact and a mechanical echo, booming outwards.

The entire underworld trembled at this deep echo, and the sound resounded throughout the entire underworld.

Both the scorching lava and the lush green grass trembled slightly from the powerful sound waves.

Even the deathly still River Styx rippled slightly.

At the command of this voice, tens of thousands of blue-green undead and undead soldiers clad in mysterious steel armor looked up.

All eyes were drawn to the enormous castle constructed from orange flame-colored bricks.

Hades' commands were deeply ingrained in their hearts, even awakening the slumbering spirits of the dead in the earth.

Mysterious armor appeared out of thin air, quickly covering their ethereal, blue bodies.

In an instant, countless white bones grew from beneath the armor, giving these undead a substantial body.

As the undead soldiers appeared one after another, they quickly formed neat formations and began patrolling this hellish world.

The thunderous footsteps echoed throughout the underworld, reverberating in the deep void.

Hades remained standing at his desk, panting heavily, his eyes glaring angrily ahead.

Only when he sensed the countless undead soldiers taking action did he slowly close the notebook in front of him again.

At the same time, his gaze remained fixed on the dull, lifeless, and hideous ghost before him.

"Ugh..."

The ghost opened its mouth, revealing jet-black teeth, and a heavy hiss came from its throat.

Seeing the scene before him, Hades fell silent and stood there pondering.

After he returned, all he remembered was dealing with these wandering souls.

Now that I think about it carefully, I feel like he seems to have forgotten something very important.

"What exactly happened..."

But Hades racked his brains for a long time, but still couldn't remember.

But he had a strong intuition.

It seems like it's time to consider getting a new hat.

...

Golden, warm sunlight pierced through the sky, bathing this spring-like land surrounded by vast snowfields.

Under the sunlight, the verdant grass shimmered with vitality, while the snow reflected a crystalline luster.

On this lush, green land stands a magnificent wooden house built of planks and vines.

A wooden table and several intricately carved wooden chairs were placed around the cabin.

Erica sat upright on the wooden chair, her posture dignified and her expression calm.

On the wooden table in front of her stood a one-eyed, jet-black raven.

A teapot adorned with exquisite patterns seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, gently floating up and slowly filling Erica's teacup with tea.

A gentle and polite voice spoke through the air:

"Please use it."

Erica gracefully picked up her teacup and took a small sip.

Feeling the warmth flowing from my throat to my stomach, it was a warmth that was simply unimaginable in this hellish place.

Just as she finished tasting the flower tea, that ethereal and mysterious voice rang out again:

"As expected, you are a living person."

ah?

Erica panicked upon hearing this.

Just now, the garden owner's strong aura had brought her a great sense of oppression.

Even with Professor Victor by her side, she found it difficult to calm down immediately.

Now, these sudden words have left her even more confused.

Was she being tested again?

People in the underworld are all so cunning.

"However, little girl, you seem quite special."

This time, the mysterious and ethereal voice was gentler, lacking the oppressive quality of before.

"But the person I invited wasn't you, but the gentleman on your body."

Why don't you dare to appear directly in front of me? Are you afraid of me?

Upon hearing this, Erica didn't dare to say anything more, because she knew that the other person was communicating with Professor Victor.

Sure enough, Erica clearly felt that even though she had no intention of speaking, her mouth opened and moved on its own.

"Madam, since you wish to see me, why don't you appear in person and let me behold your splendor?"

At that moment, Erica seemed to have completely changed.

A confident yet aloof aura emanated from her youthful body, creating a striking contrast:

"Is it because you're afraid others will misunderstand?"