Immersed in the Styx, the God of Slander was like drowning. He struggled in a twist, trying to reach his hand up. Suddenly, his movements stopped. He looked at his stretched hand, his fingers were thin, wrinkles and spots were everywhere, and he stroked his face tremblingly.

This body is getting old... No! He is getting old too! He can't live without this body!

Just when his mind was in chaos, the saint carrying the God-killing Sword suddenly appeared in front of him.

“!!!”

The divine blood was stained in the Styx River, and the God of Slander let out a silent scream. His divine power was being taken away and his divine character began to break. He regretted it. He should have endured it for a while, and he should have avoided the goddess' young son, but he was too urgent and wanted to provoke disputes between the goddess to take the opportunity to strengthen his power and gain the highest position of the God King.

He should...he should...

"Slander... will not die!" He made his last roar in the Styx, "When there is a rift in your heart, I will make a comeback! At that time, the position of the God King will be mine! The world will be mine!"

While roaring, Theo's body, together with the gods contained therein, was completely transformed into ashes by the Styx.

Ruzius withdrew his sword, and his first reaction was to go to where Arecio was. In the gray and black water of the Styx, Arecio was quietly hanging in place, but a bright red light was stained from him, vaguely outlining the image of the red fish.

“…Areci!”

"Don't move!" The words of the youngest son of the goddess who had recovered most of the divine power were unable to disobey at all. Ruzius was forced to stop in place, and the vast river of the Styx flowed slowly between them.

"I really like you." Aresio lowered his head. He didn't want to embarrass himself. "Maybe I like you very much when I saw you from the Styx."

"You shine, wear a crown, and have experienced all kinds of adventures to protect the world, which is different from a prisoner like me who can only wander in the Styx."

"Maybe it is because of this love and yearning that after entering the world, my initial dream was to become a hero full of glory, and lasted for a long time in the songs of the bard, but... I don't regret becoming a blood clan, because in this way, I can meet you."

He took a deep breath and slowly swam towards the unmovable saint.

He kissed the saint's beautiful blue eyes, and his slightly pointed fangs touched his eyes a little.

"...I favor you and give you eternal life that can end at any time."

Arecio opened his mouth, his red eyes seemed to be bright in the dimness, and the sound of the tide of the Styx came from far and near. Ruzius felt something was swimming on his back, and his romantic tail end was ringing on his waist. The gods perched on the branches spread out from his shoulders, replaced by red fish tattoos covered with the back. The little red fish closed their eyes as if they were sinking in deep water, or in a dream.

The tide sounded again, and the glass bottle that Arecio had originally placed in his pocket was broken, and the elves flew out and flew around him with the later born. Some huge phantoms passed over Arecio's head, which was Behemoth, which was Leviathan and the perch. The Styx began to flow and would return to the mother with His children. The three pillars could only be regarded as an audience, and would return to the world, and the young son would remain forever, the only bright color that wandered in the dark Styx.

Everything is like the beginning.

Arriving on Behemoth's back, Arecio was still looking back, and Leviathan tried to make him laugh, but in the blink of an eye, Arecio almost burst into tears.

"I really like him."

【…】

[God is good at protecting himself. When you return to your father and mother, you will forget him.]

Aresio was silent.

The black in front of him became heavier and he felt Behemoth running through the earth, so he closed his eyes as well.

Open your eyes again, the dim light floated softly.

He shook his yarn-like fish tail and floated up from the water. The shore was gray and desolate, and countless black shadows were moving. He was very familiar with this scene. At this moment, he saw it, but for some reason he was filled with sadness.

He stared at the shiny door that transported his soul, and stared at it for a long time.

* * *

【Quick, suicide.】

As soon as Ruzius opened his eyes, he heard the sound of Qizhi.

He should have been urged to leave the world, and Qizhi's tone was very urgent. He threw away his three children and then urged Ruzius again.

[Hurry! You won't really die! The guardian of the three pillars can temporarily maintain the door, and you still have time!]

Ruzius looked at the white bird, and the perched branch was so hard that he jumped.

[I admit it! Isn't it okay if I ate it? Can't I ate it?!]

[I! He is stupid! Give him a knife quickly!]

I:"……"

Ruzius: "…"

Without hesitation, Ruzius used the God-killing sword to pass through his chest. The hilt of the sword was still wrapped around some roses, reminding him of the roses that were covered with the yard walls in his home and Aresio.

He felt his soul break away from it, passing through a shiny door, and looking into the gray wasteland.

"Your porridge and bread." Someone was talking, and the two things were handed to him almost immediately. Ruzius felt a piece of his brain empty and only remembered what he was eager to do. After a few seconds, he was not even in a hurry, just looking down at the two things.

"This is the last earthly thing you can enjoy, cherish it."

There was light on him, and the guards on the banks of the Styx called this "crown", which means that this soul is a hero in the world, so he is especially kind.

The saint slowly left the crowd with porridge and bread, and came to the bank of the Styx.

He could hardly remember anything, and he ate one bite of bread and porridge, and soon the food came to an end. He looked at the only remaining cornel and empty porridge bowl, and raised his eyes slightly. The guards of the Styx were coming here, as if they were going to recycle the porridge bowl.

He thought about it, and washed the bowl in the Styx with peace of mind, put it in his arms, and the croissant was tightly held in his hand.

Styx: “…”

The guard of the Styx who received the bowl was here looked at him empty-handed and said in surprise:

"Where is the bowl?"

"have eaten."

“…”

After a while of entanglement, the guard scratched his head and felt that the soul might be particularly hungry, so he bypassed him and collected other people's bowls. Now no one cares about Ruchius. Souls who have completed the final ritual will scatter freely on the wasteland. Time will smooth out all their characteristics and will eventually turn into black shadows and wander here forever.

For some reason, Ruzius knew that he was not here to find such a result.

His gaze gradually shifted to the Styx.

He found a corner where no one was around, placed a corner in an empty bowl, and then immersed the empty bowl into the Styx. The Styx was very dark, and he couldn't see what was under the water, so he just squinted his eyes and waited quietly.

A bright red suddenly appeared in his sight.

This red tail swam in the dark River Styx, like a ball of fire, with many glowing elves surrounding him, like stars holding the moon, and dreamy in the black river water. Ruzius held the bowl more patiently, and suddenly, a small red fish emerged from the front of the bowl.

"Are you a fool? Who will be fooled like this!"

Little Red Fish said contemptuously, and the elves jumped up and down beside him, responding with great traits.

Looking at Ruzius's expressionless face even when he was ridiculed, the little red fish felt bored and shook his tail and sank.

About ten seconds passed.

The little red fish emerged again.

"Are you a fool? Who will be fooled like this!"

He finished mocking the wholeheartedly, turned his head and disappeared into the depths of the Styx.

Ruzius: "…"

He seemed to have discovered something.

The third time, the little red fish had just popped up, and before he could open his mouth, Ruzius had already continued the words calmly.

"I don't know if I'm a fool or not. Your memory is really bad, it's only about ten seconds."

“…”

The little red fish held his breath in his chest, and the elves panicked to give him peace.

"However, this also shows how attractive this bread is to you, right? Three times in a row."

"No! I look at the bright surface of the water! Who made your hair so flash!" Little Red Fish's mouth was harsh in one second, "You put the bowl here! It made a lot of ripples, of course I want to come and take a look!"

"Have you seen it three times?"

"Shut up!"

"It's so pitiful, so pitiful." Ruzius sighed, "Forget it, I'll give you a taste."

"I won't!"

"That's great."

Ruzius prepared to take the bowl out of the water without hesitation. Little Red Fish was confused at first, then he reacted, jumped up, and threw himself into the bowl.

No! He insists on eating now.

He bit the crest and looked up proudly to see the expression of the dog-in-the-dog guy. The sudden shaking made him hit the wall of the bowl with a star. Ruzius ran away with the bowl holding it, spreading his hands to protect the little red fish inside. This familiar scene made Styx dull for a moment before he reacted.

History repeats itself!

The Styx could not have allowed this human soul to succeed again. He rushed over at an unprecedented speed to bring back his children. Unexpectedly, Ruzius seemed to have thought about it long ago, and he was very close to the glowing door, so he threw the bowl and the little red fish in the bowl out without hesitation!

Little Red Fish: "???"

Turning back, he faced the fierce and powerful River Styx, and as he approached the door, his memories were reviving one by one.

"Father."

He screamed with a expressionless face but sincere expression.

The River Styx cracks and cracks!!!
To be continued...