What he found even more unacceptable was that he had to personally arrange accommodations for these enemies in the underworld.

Not only was he being threatened, but he also had to find a place to stay for his enemy. Just thinking about it made Hades feel extremely embarrassed.

He didn't know where to put his old face.

"No, we have to think of a way."

Hades placed his hands on the table, his eyes resolute, and his mind raced as he considered a solution.

His gaze inadvertently drifted toward Persephone.

Already feeling sleepy and dozing off, Persephone had already lay down and fallen fast asleep.

Judging from their appearance, they seemed to have absolutely no sense of danger towards the dog thief.

Thinking of this, Hades felt a surge of anger rise within him again.

He squinted, a thought flashing through his mind.

He knew that the dog thief had possessed the human girl's body for some unknown reason.

It was this strange combination that gave Victor the power of natural magic, making him difficult to deal with.

Without Viktor, the human girl herself didn't have much ability, and she even lacked combat experience.

Similarly, if the dog thief hadn't possessed the girl, things wouldn't be this complicated.

"Should we separate them?"

Hades muttered to himself, stroking his chin, lost in thought.

...

Meanwhile, in a luxurious guest room in the palace of the underworld.

Erica was wearing a black trench coat and lying on her back on a soft red velvet bed.

Feeling the gentleness and elasticity of the mattress, Erica's fatigue gradually dissipated.

She lay there lazily, taking in the luxurious decorations around her.

This spacious room features a soft red carpet and a tall table made of dark wood placed beside the bed.

Two deep red chairs were placed symmetrically on either side of the table, their four legs inlaid with gleaming gold.

In the corner of the room, a vase made of obsidian stood quietly.

There were also a few bunches of hell flowers with faint sparks stuck inside.

Opposite the table was a magnificent and enormous circular window.

The long silk curtains hanging from the ceiling exude an extraordinary and luxurious aura.

On one side of the wall, there was even a fireplace made of black stone burning with hellfire.

It brought an unusual warmth to the entire room.

Erica looked around, her eyes showing ease and curiosity.

The rooms in the underworld don't look much different from those in the human world.

This is a room that Persephone specially arranged for Erica in the underworld.

She even told Erica that she could rest peacefully here.

Erica was very surprised by this, never expecting that there would be such a comfortable place in the underworld.

This place is clearly a deserted area, yet it has guest rooms.

Is this place for the souls of the dead to dwell in?

Erica looked around while thinking about what Persephone had said.

The Queen of the Underworld allowed her to rest here for a day.

At first, Erica was reluctant, after all, the place always felt gloomy and terrifying.

Her only sense of security came from Professor Victor, who was attached to her trench coat.

But when she actually stepped into the underworld, she saw a room that was completely different from the terrifying scene she had imagined.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw how similar it was to human dwellings.

But she still had some doubts about it.

Why would the dwelling place of a god of the underworld be so similar to that of the human world?

Even the bed and fireplace are fully equipped.

Do gods get sleepy too?

As Erica pondered, she couldn't help but turn her gaze to Vega, who was quietly lying on the table.

The crow lowered its head, dozing off incessantly, a very clear and intense drowsiness emanating from its body.

Erica remained silent as she watched Vega nod and look sleepy.

Uh... okay, maybe God really does need to sleep.

Ever since she met the Queen of the Underworld, and with all the things Professor Victor had said to her.

She began to realize that the existence of gods was not as mysterious and special as she had imagined.

After all, Persephone had also told her that the existence of God depended on human faith.

Erica's mind was racing, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

The deep black night sky hung overhead, with crimson stars even appearing among the illusory and hazy empty nebulae.

Erica stared at it for a while, then her eyes suddenly became a little dazed.

She then suddenly realized that she had unknowingly found herself in hell.

I wonder if my father is doing well now.

More and more worries flooded Erica's mind like a lullaby.

Before long, without her noticing, her eyelids started to droop.

Today, I experienced a lot in hell.

Just as Erica was drifting off to sleep, she called out softly:

"professor……"

"Can we go back?"

Hearing Erica's drowsy murmurs from inside his trench coat, Victor responded softly:

"Keep doing what you believe is right."

"Leave the rest to me."

When Erica heard these words, she seemed to finally feel at ease and closed her eyes.

Not long after, she fell asleep without even having time to take off her clothes.

Sensing that Erica had fallen asleep, Victor quieted down again.

He could understand the pressure Erica was under, since his body was no longer intact and he could only rely on Erica for the time being.

This was enough to put Erica under immense pressure.

After all, Victor knew that Erica was just a seventeen-year-old girl.

To dare to enter the underworld alone, and even face the terrifying King of the Underworld, is already commendable courage.

He never asked Erica for much.

Thinking about this, Viktor also felt a bit sleepy.

Having possessed Erica's body, his subjective consciousness would be unconsciously influenced by Erica's body.

Perhaps he should take a rest for a while.

Although he is currently only in a soul state, fatigue will still slowly accumulate.

Just as Viktor was thinking this, he suddenly realized a somewhat awkward problem.

Wait a moment,

From this perspective...

It seems he slept in the same bed as Erica?