In the period that followed, the underworld was in constant turmoil.
Erica not only bravely faced the trials of hell and successfully defeated Hades, the god of the underworld, but also Thanatos, the god of death.
Her trophy, the powerful scythe, has become Erica's signature weapon.
Therefore, all the souls in the underworld knew that an extraordinary human hero had appeared in the underworld.
Although this hero passed the trials of hell, he ultimately chose to remain in the underworld.
This is unprecedented in history.
As a result, the underworld was almost always packed with a constant stream of dead souls.
They came from far and wide, just to catch a glimpse of the legendary Erica.
"This is that human hero..."
"I heard that she not only defeated Lord Hades, but also Lord Thanatos, the god of death."
“Look, that scythe behind her is a trophy she took from Lord Thanatos.”
Outside the enormous gates of the underworld, countless blue-tinged souls crowded together, peering into the palace through the wide, open cracks.
Although they climbed at the gates of the underworld, not a single soul dared to enter.
After all, Lord Hades is still working in the center of the underworld.
No one wanted to risk offending this Hades.
At this moment, Erica turned around and waved to the departed souls who had come to pay homage to her.
Instantly, a joyful and excited cheer erupted outside the Underworld, surging into it like a tidal wave.
Inside the spacious palace of the underworld, a massive blue giant lay sprawled on a writing desk, working intently.
He ignored the cheers around him.
He held a thick, golden pen in his hand, busy working on the judgment document in front of him.
As he proceeded to trial, one new soul after another stepped forward.
These souls, about to be judged, also felt curious when they saw Erica, their eyes frequently glancing at her.
"...I'm talking to you, how did you die?"
A blue-green ghost unknowingly walked up to Hades while they were queuing.
After hearing Hades' majestic voice, he snapped out of his daze and quickly lowered his head.
It stammered out its story, and Hades, with a sigh, made a mark on its judgment document.
"Alright, prepare for reincarnation."
"Don't look at the rest. You'll have plenty of time when you're in the underworld."
These words reminded them, and the souls queuing up finally came to their senses.
Instead of focusing their attention on Erica, they obediently formed a long queue.
Seeing this scene before him, Hades couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.
Why are these usually unruly and difficult-to-control ghosts suddenly so obsessed with a human lately?
Their enthusiasm almost made the underworld a bustling place.
Hades stretched out a hand to support his face and fell into deep thought.
Why is this human so sought after by the dead?
Human heroes have appeared in the underworld in the past.
However, most of the humans who passed the trials chose to leave the underworld and never set foot there again.
Hades narrowed his eyes and, taking advantage of the moment when the souls were slowly lining up, secretly glanced at Erica in the distance.
Um……
I still can't figure it out.
Suddenly, Hades felt a slight touch on his shoulder.
A pink petal drifted down from the sky and landed on his shoulder.
What are you thinking about?
A familiar voice rang in Hades' ears.
He looked up and saw Persephone, dressed in a white dress, sitting on his shoulders.
But Hades would never admit that it was because he didn't understand why that human girl was so popular.
However, if Persephone couldn't see through Hades's intentions, then she would have wasted over a thousand years of time living with Hades.
Her gaze then shifted to the edge of the palace, fixed on Erica, and a smile unconsciously crept onto her lips.
"Hey, I have a question for you."
Hades was about to pick up his pen to record the verdict of a dead soul when he heard Persephone's voice.
This caused the golden pen in his hand to freeze in mid-air.
"Tell me, between me and that young girl, who's prettier?"
Hades frowned slightly, then blurted out:
"Is there even a question? Of course it's you, Madam!"
When his wife raises such questions, he knows that the most important thing is to praise her appropriately.
However, Persephone seemed dissatisfied with Hades' answer and instead lightly kicked Hades twice.
Hades, in pain, couldn't help but feel somewhat frustrated.
He gently rubbed Persephone's foot, afraid that his wife might have hurt herself by kicking him.
Thus, he didn't have the extra energy to raise any other questions.
He knew that his words at that moment would only make his wife angrier.
Sure enough, Persephone spoke slowly, his tone tinged with a hint of annoyance:
"You think I don't know you're deliberately trying to make me happy?"
Hades didn't dare speak, then Persephone pointed to the souls lining up below the desk and asked:
"You're the one. Tell me, who's prettier, me or that human girl?"
Although it was hard to believe, after confirming that there were no other dead souls around, it realized that the Queen of the Underworld was speaking to it.
It quickly glanced at Erica in the distance, then looked up at Persephone sitting on Hades' shoulder.
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