In the center of the underworld palace, a tall, gilded writing desk was piled high with judgment documents.

Each document contained a concise record of the trial's outcome.

A majestic giant sat behind a writing desk, holding a golden pen in his hand, occasionally scribbling on the judgment document in front of him.

Hades rested one hand on his bronze-colored cheek, a hint of weariness showing in his crimson eyes.

With each stroke of the pen, the manuscript was judged once again.

His pen moved lightly across the paper, and another manuscript was completed.

"Hmm...he's a decent person...next."

With a gentle wave of his hand holding the pen, he sent away a departed soul before his writing desk, allowing it to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Hades raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze slowly sweeping across the blue-clad ranks lined up in front of the judge's bench.

Not far away, the long queue finally came to an end.

It seems that only these souls remain today.

well.

He sighed inwardly.

Even after the trial is over, he cannot rest.

Because he also had to guard the gates of hell at all times to ensure that nothing went wrong.

Hades had also considered entrusting the responsibility of guarding the gate to someone else.

But apart from his most beloved dog, he doesn't completely trust anyone.

The Gates of Hell are one of the core elements of the underworld, not only to prevent the souls of the dead from leaving on their own, but also to ensure that no one trespasses.

This is the boundary between life and death between the underworld and the human world.

If the underworld is easily bypassed, its majesty will vanish, causing chaos to spread to the human world.

Therefore, Hades absolutely forbids any human or ghost from freely wandering between the two sides of this boundary.

And ever since Victor ventured into Hell last time.

Many vengeful ghosts and spirits also took advantage of the open gates of hell to sneak into the underworld.

Their appearance caused turmoil in the once tranquil underworld.

To prevent similar incidents from happening again, Hades must pay closer attention to monitoring the Gates of Hell.

"That damned dog thief..."

Hades couldn’t help but curse whenever Victor was mentioned.

It was as if this was a way to vent the anger that was hard to erase from his heart.

only……

Hades gradually began to think of those immortal, indestructible red souls.

His subordinates were quite efficient, capturing quite a few of these special souls in just one day.

They are essentially no different; they all possess the characteristic of being immortal.

These souls appear to be substitutes for the gods.

Hades also witnessed what the dog thief had done during Victor's "trial".

He actually captured a god!

Hahaha, if Hades were one of those celestial gods, he would definitely consider that golden-haired boy a disgrace to the gods.

His hatred for Victor was thus greatly reduced.

After all, compared to this despicable dog thief, he hated those high and mighty, incredibly selfish gods even more.

only.

"What exactly are those souls for?"

Hades rested his chin on one hand, head bowed in thought, his crimson eyes fixed on the thick notebook on the desk.

He squinted, taking notes with a golden pen while casually directing the little devil.

Hades was lost in thought.

Before I knew it, I had done quite a bit of paperwork.

His mind was filled with images of Viktor's trial.

That supreme heavenly gate that leads straight to the sky, the final hysteria of that god.

And the supreme heavenly gate that pierces straight into the sky, and the chaotic souls of the dead behind that heavenly gate.

Hades found it unbelievable that those distorted, crimson-orange ethereal bodies, and their blurred yet tormented souls, were still struggling to survive.

And through these images, Hades finally confirmed it.

These wandering souls are definitely related to those gods.

Recalling how those souls were ultimately taken to Hell by Victor, Hades suddenly had an absurd idea.

It was as if Victor had deliberately let him see this scene.

"Hmph, is he trying to provoke a conflict between my Underworld and Heaven?"

Hades scoffed dismissively.

Although he didn't know what those gods wanted to do, at least he could see it now.

And those lost souls have all entered hell.

Hades knew he had to prepare some measures carefully.

However, before that,

But before that, Hades looked at the almost endless procession of the dead.

He then closed the notebook, stretched his massive body, and yawned.

"ha……"

His yawn sounded like a giant drumbeat, its deep sound waves echoing throughout the palace.

Even within the great hall, a gentle breeze stirred, surging towards the gates of the underworld.

Many of the blue-green spirits were even swept into the air by this current, and then slowly spun and fell.

Hades' shoulders slumped, and his entire body collapsed onto the deep red chair.

He felt increasingly tired lately, which left him feeling somewhat exhausted.

Since that dog thief stepped into the underworld, Hades has never enjoyed a single day of peace.

Alas, now he even has to work overtime as a goalkeeper.

Life is tough, even Hades sighs.

Just as he was about to get up, the entire palace floor suddenly began to shake violently.

The intense tremor shook the entire palace, causing even Hades's writing desk and the chair beneath him to tremble.

A series of loud thuds echoed within the palace, and Hades abruptly froze in place.

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