I Am Hades, Lord of the Underworld!

Hestia left the underworld, carrying the Hades' Sacred Armor and the 108 Evil Stars.

To be honest, with the current setup Hestia had, as long as she didn't encounter Poseidon or Zeus, no other gods could mess with her. As for the Ancient Gods? 

Well... how should one put it? If an Ancient God decided to get involved, that would be like an adult bullying a child, and there were adults on Hestia's side too, so who would be afraid? If push came to shove, they could just confront each other head-on!

However, just as Hestia left the Palace of Hades, she immediately sensed the aura of death.

"Hmm?"

Hestia felt the resonance of the Evil Stars, controlling them as she softly murmured, "This feeling? A perfect Specter?!"

"What?"

Hestia was taken aback. She had not expected to encounter a perfect Specter.

For Hestia, was it more difficult to help a Death God break through to the level of a God-King, or to find a perfect Specter? The honest truth! Finding a perfect Specter was far more challenging, almost incomparable, yet the fact remained.

Finding a perfect Specter was incredibly difficult.

A perfect Specter was akin to a miracle, and theoretically, each one had limitless potential. Their growth ceiling was endless.

If other Death Gods needed Hades to further advance or needed the World Tree to open the path for them, then for a perfect Specter? It didn't matter! Each perfect Specter could ascend to a level just one step below Hades. In other words, the current limit for each perfect Specter was the rank of Chief God, and if Hades ascended to the rank of an Ancient God, each perfect Specter would become a God-King.

If they could find 108 perfect Specters! Then...

One day, if Hades could break through to the level of an Absolute God, there would be 108 Specters at the level of Creator Gods, comparable to that Earth Goddess.

Unthinkable!

No kidding, it would be nearly impossible to gather 108 perfect Specters.

To this day!

Since Hades began searching for the Evil Stars, eight perfect Specters had been born. No joke, these eight perfect Specters represented eight God-Kings!

This was no exaggeration. The moment Hades ascended to the level of an Ancient God, they would become eight God-Kings.

Even Kronos couldn't cultivate such power. The Titan King invested a vast amount of effort, and only one, Hyperion, managed to ascend to the rank of God-King.

As for Coeus?

Sigh! What a pity.

If Coeus hadn't sealed the Thunder of Deicide but instead mastered it completely himself, he could have also reached the rank of God-King.

Of course.

There's no point in discussing this further; it's all in the past now.

The era of the twelve Titan gods has ended.

The current era is one of the three kings ruling together!

Or rather...

The era of the God of the Underworld!

Hestia observed, and in the far northern reaches, within the endless frozen wastelands, she saw a young boy running rapidly. He wasn't very old and was gasping for breath, bringing death with him.

He was a boy of death. To be precise, he didn't possess any death laws.

Instead! He was shrouded in death itself. This death didn't harm him but would naturally decay everything around him, which was the most exasperating part.

Commonly referred to as: the Lone Star of Calamity!

"Well then..."

Hestia continued to observe the boy, intending to see what he was thinking.

As the boy arrived, gasping for breath, he collapsed to the ground, murmuring softly, "Let this be the end of it, my life, everything, my future."

"It's time to end it."

"To die like this might be the best outcome for someone like me."

The boy closed his eyes, instinctively welcoming the cold and awaiting death's arrival.

In reality! Even if he didn't instinctively welcome it, in the far northern reaches of the world during the Golden Age, the snowstorms here were not something he could withstand.

The city surrounding the Palace of Hades allowed everyone to live safely, not because their small cosmos was truly strong enough.

But rather!

The divine power surrounding the Palace of Hades naturally allowed them to survive. Otherwise, if they had to rely solely on their own strength, they would have long frozen to death under the endless ice and snow of the far north.

Moreover, the Palace of Hades was located at the very core of the far north. Even gods, if they lived there for too long, could face unforeseen consequences.

As the boy quietly awaited death's arrival, Hestia nodded and said, "Alright, it's your turn to perform."

Hestia no longer restrained it, and an Evil Star floated out immediately. Accompanied by an eerie laugh, a dark purple skull rushed into the boy's body.

The boy, who had been intent on dying, was enveloped by the dark purple divine power. The terrifying divine power began transforming him, fusing completely with him.

As the dark purple divine power dissipated, a figure emerged, dressed in dark purple Underworld armor, his body covered with grotesque tentacles resembling earthworms.

Hmm...

After being transformed by the Evil Star, the once-boy had now completely grown into a sinister figure, looking rather sleazy.

Of course.

To the gods, appearance was quite important. Only those of the Erebus and Nyx lineage didn't care much about looks. Charon, after all, wasn't exactly handsome.

Hera and Zeus, who were particularly concerned about appearance, had even abandoned their own children. Honestly, that wasn't out of the ordinary, and Uranus was no different.

For the twisted Greek pantheon, this was considered normal.

Not surprising! Not surprising! Nothing surprising about it at all.

"Earthly Star: Worm·Death Worm: Remy!"

"At your service, Lady Hestia!"

Remy approached Hestia, respectfully kneeling on one knee.

Hestia calmly said, "Return to the Evil Star."

"Yes!"

Remy transformed into a dark purple light and returned to the Evil Star.

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