The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

This old man-like boatman could understand William's words.

He, or he, or it, grinned at William, smiled, and said, "I'm not Charon, but you can call me the ferryman of the River Styx."

"However, to be precise, I am just a poor man who is bound to this boat and cannot leave forever."

"Why?" William asked curiously.

"It's just a curse!" The Styx ferryman who looked like an old man shook his head and said.

"Where is Charon, the original Styx ferryman?" William asked.

In ancient legends, Charon is the ferryman in the River Styx, responsible for ferrying the souls of the dead to the other side of the River Styx.

As long as the living paid Charon, the ferryman of the river Styx, he would ferry them across the river, but his boat would become extremely unsafe due to the weight of the living.

Although Charon did the job of ferrying the Styx, he was not a simple person. His seniority was higher than Zeus, the later king of gods.

Because he is the son of Erebus, the dark god of the five creation gods, and Nyx, the goddess of the night.

He is God, the God of crossing the river of Styx!

William didn't feel much power from the Styx ferryman in front of him.

Maybe it is true as he said, he is not Charon!

The boatman who was asked by William seemed to be lost in memory, "Endless radiance entered hell, Charon left his ship, picked me on the shore, and gave me the pole, and I have been ferrying ever since. right now."

"Are you from the ancient times? Oh, no, the soul from the ancient times?" A flash of light flashed in William's mind, and he said in surprise.

"Hehe..." The Styx boatman just smiled lightly and didn't reply.

"Then do you know what happened in ancient times?" William asked curiously, "The Radiance entered hell? Is it the Lord of the Holy Light? Where did the Lord of the Holy Light come from?"

"I don't know! Maybe the existence in hell can answer your question!" Styx boatman shook his head and said.

After a pause, he said again, "I smell the breath of the old times from your body!"

"The breath of the old era?" William was puzzled at first, and immediately realized that the "breath of the old era" refers to the [Poseidon bloodline] on him!

"In my day,

There are three mighty heroes who once entered hell. "

"Hercules, Theseus, Orpheus...are you the fourth?" Styx asked William.

"I'm not a hero! At best, I'm just a treasure hunter." William said with self-knowledge. After speaking, he set foot on the boat of Styx.

The intuition of fate did not make him feel dangerous.

The Styx boatman showed a piercing smile again, propped up the pole, and rowed the boat like this.

Ships plow noiselessly through the tributaries of this river of misery.

There is an invisible fog all around.

The boatman of Styx suddenly said, "The years are so long, so many great heroic deeds have been washed away, only Styx will last forever!"

"Yes!" William looked at the seemingly eternal Styx in front of him, and agreed with a feeling in his heart.

"I have been ferrying here for many years, and I have always wanted to leave here. Do you know a way to let me leave?" Styx boatman asked.

Of course William knew.

But he still said, "I'll tell you when I come back from hell!"

"Then I hope you return in triumph, like Hercules!" Styx said fairly.

"Hehe! I hope so too!" William said, and then closed his mouth.

The boatman Styx didn't speak anymore.

Time seems to have no meaning here.

I don't know how long it has passed, but the boatman of Styx finally planted him to the shore.

On the shore was a vast gray forest.

There is a path that leads to the end of the Dusky Forest.

Although the environment looks eerie, it is not as scary as the legendary hell.

In fact, this place should not be called hell, it should be Hades.

According to legend, one of the twelve main gods of Greece, the residence of Hades, the king of the underworld.

Although the underworld is the place where people's souls go after death, it is neither heaven nor hell, but a space adjacent to the human world, and it also has similar mountains and rivers.

Apart from going to the underworld and not being able to return, for human beings, life there is not much more miserable than in the world.

Of course, not all souls can travel to the underworld.

Let's not talk about it for now.

And hell is below the underworld.

Back to the present situation.

Although William set foot in Hades, he was happy and unafraid, and walked directly along the path to the end of the dark forest.

There are no three-headed dogs, no devils, and no disasters here, only eternal peace.

After walking for a while, William came to the end of the dark forest.

At the end is a cottage.

Inside the hut, there was an old woman with the same face as ordinary people, who was sitting on a chair at this time.

In her body, William sensed a terrifying aura like the abyss of the sea, and also a little familiar feeling.

"Hey, another one?" The old woman looked at William, and William immediately had the feeling that the little white rabbit was being watched by an eagle.

But this feeling is only fleeting.

The old woman's face was full of surprises, she said, "In this era, there are still descendants of gods who can reach the hero rank."

"You're still the descendant of the great sea lord Poseidon! Child, come to me and let me take a closer look at you!" the old woman said to William.

William couldn't help but walk up to her, letting her rough hands touch his cheek.

William had goosebumps all over his body, but the [Poseidon Bloodline] on his body was shining.

"Hehe, as expected." The old woman said happily.

"Who are you?" William unconsciously used the honorific title.

"Hehe... I once married the great sea lord and gave birth to the king of Phoenicia! Europa is my granddaughter, and Cadmus is my grandson."

"My father is Epaphos! Son of Zeus, king of gods, and Io!"

"And I am Libya!"

"It's just that people outside now call me the devil's grandmother and my grandson a devil!" The old woman changed the subject and said in a low tone.

"People outside don't know how to respect the gods anymore!"

"They will only believe in that..." The old woman who called herself Libya, before she could say anything, was conspired by a violent breath one by one.

"I smell human flesh!"

A tall figure with two dragon horns on its head and full of sulfur breath came in from the outside.

Apart from the weird patterns and scales all over his body, this tall figure still looks quite masculine.

William turned his head, isn't this tall figure the same devil he saw in the future?