Chapter 468 - 408: The Walking Corpse of a Hero (Extra)
Hiris was obsessed with forging, as the God of Mountains and Craftsmanship. Born for the sole purpose of smelting, nearly every brick and tile in the Country of Divines had come from His furnace. After the dwarfs and giants He created had slowly gotten on the right track, the attention of the God of Mountains and Craftsmanship towards them waned significantly. He continued to live reclusively in the Netherworld, indulging in the creation of furnaces and iron ingots.
The short-lived mortals on earth often drifted along with time. Their interests and hobbies varied greatly, and even the activities they loved could lose their appeal after ten or twenty years of engagement. But the Gods were not the same—in fact, they were quite the opposite. Hiris remained fascinated with forging, and the Death God, Nakbet, harbored a passionate enthusiasm for reaping souls.
The various races revered those eternal Gods, and among these mortals, countless legends of the pursuit of Eternal Life had been born, all of which, without exception, met with misfortune. No matter how dramatic the process, even if the protagonists in these stories attained Eternal Life, their endings would invariably return to the same debate—is it a void Eternal Life or fleeting happiness?
It was a choice.
Yet, the Gods never faced this choice, because in the Gods of the Celestial Kingdom, there existed something more valuable than Eternal Life—immortal souls that never aged.
In the Netherworld.
The bitterly cold wind swept across the vast and barren Great Plain. Row upon row of souls crowded towards the ferry crossing the river, about to traverse the chilly currents that could sink even feathers, to arrive at the Judgement Court and greet the verdict of the Netherworld Judges, ultimately deciding their true afterlife destination.
A shadow of deep purple flitted across the sky before gently landing. With a wave of His scythe, thousands of souls fell to the ground, looking up in confusion, then instinctively headed towards the densely packed Spirit Sinking River.
Death God Nakbet watched the scene with deep satisfaction—a feeling indescribable and incomprehensible to others. For instance, someone might feel accomplished dumping a bucket of water onto the street every day, while others would think him mad.