I Am Hades, The supreme GOD of the Underworld!

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Aiakos, Minos, and Rhadamanthus knelt respectfully on one knee, displaying utmost reverence for their king's blessings.

Hades only observed them briefly before averting his gaze.

Time passed. With Europa and Sparta both ascending to the level of God-King, they respectively established the Earthly Underworld and the War God's Underworld.

In the Underworld, a calm settled over everything. In fact, the entire mythic Greek world had fallen into a quiet state, with the gods patiently awaiting humanity's growth. As the years passed, humans evolved at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye. 

Three million years flew by in an instant.

During this period, humanity developed rapidly, achieving unprecedented progress and spreading across the entire physical world, including the newly born continent of Europa. Not only that, humanity even began venturing into the seas. Their progress was astonishingly swift, evolving with extraordinary speed.

Meanwhile, the gods prepared eagerly, each of them primed and ready for what lay ahead. The reason was simple: they all understood that with the dawn of the Heroic Age, the inevitable race wars would finally erupt.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and for many of the gods, it was their only chance. Should they miss it, it was likely they'd never have another. Therefore, they couldn't let this moment slip away; failing to seize this opportunity meant they would never have a future.

For ordinary gods, advancing any further was almost impossible. But how could they rise above the predetermined fate that bound them? It was obvious: they needed to seize this chance. If their race could become the protagonist of this mythical world, then this chance could yield the best possible outcome.

Only by grasping this singular opportunity would they reach their ultimate goal. Missing it would only mean repeating the fate of the past—waiting for the slow approach of death. That would drive the gods to madness.

For the gods, following the established plan meant never glimpsing hope, which precluded any contemplation of despair. But now, hope was right before them—real hope. They knew that if they could seize this moment, they could succeed. Hope was plainly visible now, and if they couldn't secure it, the only result would be despair. For the gods, such a fate was simply intolerable; it was true despair, the kind they could neither bear nor accept.

This scenario—receiving hope only to be left with despair—was enough to drive them mad.

In the meantime, humanity's steady progress continued in the mortal world, growing and advancing at a measured pace. Nations were founded, city-states arose, and human societies began to establish connections. Amidst this era teeming with countless deities, a natural consequence emerged: connections between gods and humans grew, leading to the rise of heroes.

The advent of these heroes marked the true beginning of the Heroic Age. With it, humanity officially entered an era of greatness. What would happen next was impossible to predict or express in words.

The Heroic Age represented an era of flourishing human heroes. During this time, human strength would reach unparalleled heights. In a sense, this era embodied a faith-driven power, a unique force derived from belief itself.

Human power would grow at an unimaginable pace, its final extent unknown. Humanity, as a species, possessed a terrifying potential. In the blink of an eye, their power could rival that of the Ancient Gods, a very real possibility.

As the favored children of the mythic world, humans possessed immense power. This unprecedented favor naturally granted them boundless potential.

"Heh heh heh..."

Mephistopheles looked at the dark orb in his hand with a smug satisfaction. Within this orb was a terrifying essence of the original sins: pride, wrath, envy, lust, greed, gluttony, and sloth.

With humanity firmly stepping into the Heroic Age, Mephistopheles began collecting the souls of heroes. Using his cunning, he lured their souls into the depths of the seven sins, ultimately binding them with soul contracts and seizing their essence through these pacts.

This was how Mephistopheles advanced. Each soul collected increased his divine power, and it seemed that the barrier blocking his path was gradually fading.

This realization sent Mephistopheles into a frenzy, as if he were on the edge of delirium.

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