Wearing a trench coat, Erica walked alone along the winding path of hell.
A raven perched on her shoulder, its eyes always wide open, surveying the strange landscape of the underworld alongside Erica.
The underworld was not as chaotic and terrifying as Erica had imagined; there was no strong aura of death here.
On the contrary, in this tranquil and peaceful atmosphere, the deathly silence seemed to be softened considerably.
The soil of hell is covered with a layer of green grass, and the hideous souls of the dead are no longer here.
It is surrounded by towering, exquisite sculptures and magnificent buildings.
The pale blue sky was clear and transparent, without a single cloud.
Only those blue birds, like ethereal souls, soared in the sky.
Erica walked slowly along this mysterious land, her gaze occasionally falling on the grass on both sides, where wildflowers occasionally dotted the landscape.
These flowers are colorful, and each petal seems to be releasing a faint wisp of smoke.
As the wind gently blows, the petals sway softly, displaying an incomparably light and graceful beauty.
But Erica felt no surprise at the beautiful scenery before her.
Because Vega's words were still echoing in her mind:
'Victor is dead, so he cannot leave the Underworld.'
'To bring him back, we need Hades' permission.'
With just a few words, Erica deeply felt the difficulty of the mission.
She learned from Professor Victor and Vega that the terrifying giant she had just challenged was the ruler of the underworld—
Hades, the god of the underworld.
The battle was long ago, but Hades's chilling aura still lingered in Erica's mind.
His terrifying, fiery body and the power to easily cleave space echoed like a nightmare deep within Erica's heart.
Now, she must confront Hades once again in order to save Professor Victor.
This made Erica feel an unprecedented sense of despair.
How could she possibly persuade such a being?
The angry posture of Hades as he left was still vivid in her mind, and she worried that she would be subjected to his angry punishment before she could even speak.
Meanwhile, she passed through a magnificent complex of buildings and statues.
After traversing lush meadows, we finally arrived at the banks of a tranquil river.
A thin layer of blue mist floated on the river, like a ghostly spirit shrouded in cold air dancing lightly above the water.
A chilling aura seeped into Erica's body with each breath, filling her with a bone-chilling cold and a profound despair.
It felt as if my whole body was tightly wrapped in frost, and I was extremely exhausted.
Fortunately, Vega gently called out from her shoulder, pulling her back to reality from her hallucination.
Erica patted her chest, still shaken, and took a few deep breaths.
She turned her gaze back to the river.
The river was wide and deep; Erica could only vaguely see its edge when she looked across to the other side.
The river surface was calm and still, appearing dark and deep.
There are countless rivers like this in the underworld, crisscrossing intricately, like a giant net.
And this river is precisely the River Styx, which leads to the gates of hell and is also the closest to the human world.
This river allows one to leave the underworld, or equally, to venture deep into hell.
As Erica gazed at the river, Victor's voice echoed in her mind:
"Stand here and don't move. Someone will come to ferry you across the river soon."
"Remember, do not speak or make any noise when crossing the river, and do not look back. The same applies when getting on and off the boat."
"Also, prepare the gold coins and give them to the boatman."
Hearing the familiar voice in her heart, Erica nodded slightly.
Professor Victor guided her to this River Styx.
He said he would help her cross the river to find a friend she had never met.
Although Erica didn't understand why Professor Victor was so familiar with the underworld, as if he had been there countless times.
But she knew that in this unfamiliar place, she had to follow Viktor's instructions.
Erica clearly remembered her purpose.
In order to bring Professor Victor out of hell.
Soon, a thick layer of white smoke silently rose from the River Styx.
The smoke, as thick as milk, obscured the river's surface, making it impossible for Erica to see the deep, black water.
A misty haze enveloped the entire river, like a light veil, and even drifted slowly towards the banks on both sides.
Erica stared intently at the white smoke in front of her, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
Through the thick smoke, she could vaguely make out a transparent hull that seemed to be floating on the water.
A boatman wearing a large, bulky cloak stood on the boat.
His figure was mysterious and unpredictable, and he slowly rowed on the River Styx, holding a long pole in his hand.
Erica observed the scene before her and felt a chill run down her spine.
It's incredibly strange that someone could actually row a boat on this dark River Styx.
Moreover, she always felt that the boatman under the cloak looked extremely terrifying.
Erica swallowed nervously, barely daring to breathe or utter a single word.
However, as the transparent boat gradually approached the shore, she finally saw what the boatman really looked like.
It turned out that the bulky shape under the cloak was made up of countless gold coins, which covered his entire body.
Even the mast in his hand was made of a gleaming gold.
But what terrified Erica even more was the boatman's true face hidden beneath his cloak—
A black, withered skeleton, its head and hands bony and emaciated, exuding a sinister aura.
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