Inside the deep palace of the underworld, behind that enormous writing desk.
Persephone sat on that tall, gilded, deep red chair.
Those slender legs did not touch the ground of the underworld; they could only sway gently on the edge of the giant chair.
She leaned back in her chair, staring blankly at the arguing, blue-clad ghosts in front of her.
Since Hades left, Persephone has been waiting in this silent underworld.
Initially, the spirits gathered with great anticipation.
But as time went by, the waiting turned into endless loneliness.
Some of them began to seek out a corner to sleep, while others wandered in the underworld, playing and frolicking, or even talking nonsense.
The initial patience has long been worn away by the relentless passage of time.
Every soul has gathered here, hoping to witness the heroic figure of human heroes once again bravely venturing into the trials of hell.
However, the long wait did not bring the hero to the sight of them, which made the impatient souls restless and frustrated.
In an instant, negative comments about human heroes flooded the internet, spreading like a plague throughout the entire undead community.
Some of the dead mocked that the human had lost his will to fight before facing the trials of hell, and was terrified by Lord Hades in his full power.
Some of the dead said that this human hero dared not face death, and it was impossible for him to bravely attempt the trial again.
Rumors spread like wildfire throughout the undead community, mostly saying that Erica was afraid of death and dreaded battle.
These rumors seem to have made the spirits forget that Erica had already successfully completed the trials nine times.
After all, most of the dead are trapped in the cycle of reincarnation after death.
They came here merely to witness the rare spectacle of the underworld, with no further expectations.
However, amidst the criticism, voices of support for Erica also emerged:
"That hero wouldn't desert her post! She must be secretly undergoing a trial in hell. Once she passes the trial, the truth will come out!"
"Exactly! How could a human hero be a coward who fears death? Don't slander her without evidence!"
Such debates have divided the entire community of the dead into two extreme factions, with arguments everywhere showing a refusal to compromise.
Despite the ongoing controversy, Erica's actions still earned her the respect of many ghosts.
After all, Erica is not only the only living human in the underworld, but she has also challenged almost all the gods in the underworld.
Her strength and courage undoubtedly earned her high praise and respect in the hearts of those who had passed away.
The vast majority of the souls wandering in the underworld are humans who failed in their struggle against the heavens and ultimately fell into the underworld.
In their previous lives, they were so weak that they didn't even qualify to participate in the trials.
After all, they weren't among the 100,000 people Hades had chosen.
This made these souls feel envious and deeply admiring of those human heroes.
Those human heroes had to put in a million times the effort and shed countless drops of sweat.
If they fail the trial, their lives will also end.
There will never be a second chance.
The appearance of Erica, a human hero, reminded them of the human heroes who had once been consumed by lust in their fight against the gods.
She deserves more respect.
At this moment, Persephone took in all their displeasure.
She frowned deeply, toying with the golden pen in her hand, and sighed deeply.
"If you don't hurry, the prestige you've worked so hard to build in the underworld will soon be gone."
As soon as Persephone finished speaking, she suddenly felt the entire underworld tremble slightly.
The once dark underworld was ripped open by a crack, and a surging glimmer of light pierced through, illuminating the tall, gilded writing desk.
The light appeared out of nowhere, even stunning the souls of the dead who were surrounding the underworld.
A bright light shone from the depths of their blue eye sockets.
The darkness began to crumble the moment the first ray of light entered, and more and more bright rays of light poured into the entire underworld like surging waves.
Feeling the warmth of the embrace, even the departing souls stopped in their tracks.
They turned back to look at the spot where the light broke through, gazing at the gilded writing desk covered in radiance.
The vast expanse of blue-green spirits stared blankly at the faint golden light emanating from their bodies.
What, what's going on here?
Is it dawn yet?
How is that possible? How could there be a sun in the underworld?
However, before long, as the light continued to pour in, it became increasingly intense.
The countless souls bathed in golden light surged up instantly, scattering in all directions and scrambling to escape to the corners of the underworld.
The initial warm light gradually turned into an intense burning, causing the souls in the underworld to experience unprecedented pain.
The dead, as souls, dwell in endless darkness for countless years.
Their fragile souls are especially sensitive and vulnerable under the sunlight.
These souls huddled behind the massive pillars and cold walls, shivering.
They were afraid that even a ray of light would shine on their bodies.
Although fear drove them to hide, their blue, hollow eye sockets still overflowed with intense reluctance and longing.
Many years ago, when they were still human, they could freely enjoy the warm and bright sunshine.
But now, nostalgia is mixed with deep doubt.
Why is there light in the underworld?
This place, shrouded in darkness for millions of years, has never seen a ray of light pierce the pitch-black night and descend upon the underworld.
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