Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 2312 Maybe, because I have a rich father?

However, at this moment, Gilbert was speechless as he listened to the conversation between Hill and Styx and looked at the City of Death for which he had only laid the foundation.

So, when Gilbert heard Minghe say with great interest that he wanted to give it a try in this world to see how much strength was appropriate, he just rolled his eyelids towards the gray sky.

He even had the mind to wonder in his mind how much Styx valued Trahil.

With Gilbert's clever mind, he could tell that at Trahill, Styx did not intend to redo the work again and again.

It's completely different from here.

Of course, it may also be that the Styx area in Trahil is not as desolate as his... When Gilbert looked through the information and saw that there were Netherworld plants growing on both sides of the Styx in other places, he was really speechless.

The world will and the heart of the earth here really hate humans!
Even the River Styx is bare.

It would definitely not be like this on Trahil's side... Gilbert sighed, touching the scrolls recording the creatures of the Styx on his desk floating in the air.

He no longer had any interest in reading those inheritances. After all, he didn't care at all about what the gods of death in other worlds did, and he had no interest in learning.

Gilbert was very interested in these underworld creatures that might grow slowly.

This is probably related to the life he has always longed for.

However, Gilbert didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior... How could people in their world not be tempted by the sight of plants growing wildly?
Color and appearance are not a problem.

Gilbert believed that he would never be as crazy as some of the gods of death who found life attractive and always wanted to build green plantations on the River Styx.

Others had seen colorful plants and breathtaking greens... But he had only seen the lingering crops and black taro in the flowerpots.

Is there any plant more boring than black taro?

Gilbert curled his lips... At least the plants in the Styx have shades of red!
At least now, he is easily satisfied.

Therefore, there is really no need to show him some things right now... This will only make Gilbert, who can't even build a house and can only work while floating in the air, jealous and resentful.

Why do fools live better than him!

Then Gilbert was almost knocked out of his own territory by the huge airflow that almost broke through the thick oil layer above the Styx.

Gilbert strongly suspected that the tiny stars that suddenly appeared in the distance were the red dragon's curious big eyes.

I guess Red Dragon has never seen the Grim Reaper almost kicked away by his own boss in his own home.

Of course, Gilbert wasn't really unable to avoid it.

But if that happens, he will lose his only table... This is a table made of solid wood, and it smells good!
Gilbert certainly wouldn't care about metal tables, bone tables, or anything else that was readily available.

However, Gilbert, who was still the noble wizard in his heart, could not bear to see a solid wooden table turned into ashes in front of his eyes!
William tilted his head, looked at Hill with a strange expression, and asked curiously, "What happened, Hill?"

According to his estimation, Minghe should be very happy to see his plan!

Although Trahil had a special design, he still made a general plan and gave it to Styx.

After all, not all gods in every world are willing to let their believers stand trial before discussing whether or not they should enter their kingdom of God.

Generally speaking, the gods would not allow their believers to walk around in the River Styx.

After all, these believers who were able to enter the kingdom of God had basically made great contributions to their gods... and once these undead spirits entered the City of Death, they might reveal something to the God of Death.

Especially those high-level believers who take care of worldly affairs for the kind gods.

In fact, everyone understands that they can enter the kingdom of God only because they have the ability to keep the glory of God, which does not mean that the halo around them is as pure as that of an angel.

You can't say they are actually battle angels, right? Asmodeus probably doesn't want to take the blame.

But for the gods of the good camp, the doctrines they proclaimed could not explain why they would prefer to allow such souls to enter their kingdom.

So, just don't show your face in the City of Death.

Among all the Outer Gods William knows, the only one who is not afraid of his own people accidentally falling into the River Styx is Lansendel.

The evil camp is also afraid, and they don't want every crime to be made public.

There are always some secrets that you want to keep in your own hands.

Of course, generally speaking, their believers either don’t even know what they are doing after they’ve done it...it doesn’t matter if they’re thrown into the River Styx.

Or they will simply die, which is because they know too much. Even if there are people who are really capable enough that these evil gods are reluctant to abandon them, their emotions and memories will be cleared away, leaving only a brand new blank soul to become a petitioner in their kingdom of God.

William had only seen one person, Amber, who could actually allow his evil believers to enter the kingdom of God and serve him without clearing their memories.

However, William was not sure whether this guy just couldn't remember to do this or he just thought the Shark-Headed followers didn't have the intelligence to rebel.

The latter's words made him feel that Amberlee might not be really stupid, but... after being in contact with her for so long, Amberlee's IQ always made him doubt whether Amberlee was born from the place where the power of Shar and Selune collided most violently.

He was hit and became stupid before his head even grew back.

Of course, this has always been William's own criticism.

He is now glad that he never said it out loud.

The past and present lives of the Goddess of Hunting will surely spread throughout the entire multiverse in the future... At that time, others will doubt whether they, Trahil, have the Law of Stupidity, and that it has been taken over by the Goddess of Hunting.

It is for this reason that Trahill's plan was written in more detail and was made more perfect.

This is a perfect plan that even the God of Time and Space, who has studied the assembly line for many years, thinks is perfect.

They didn't know how many intelligence points the Styx could add to the Goddess of Hunting, but they could reduce the space she could intervene in to the limit.

After all, the task of soul transfer should be handled by the original Moon Tree, now the Underworld Tree... No Trahil god would doubt the child raised by Hill.

The main job of the Grim Reaper, then, is to provide the energy that keeps the City of Death running.

But at the same time, the gods of Trahil also paid a certain price... When you bind others, you must also bind yourself.

Therefore, all their followers must walk through the city of death once.

If he fails to pass the basic judgment of the City of Death, then even if his gods are willing to forgive his mistakes, he will still have to cross mountains of swords, plunge into seas of fire, and even pass through a big millstone.

For every god, this is like putting a splint on himself.

After all, even the couple of the God of Nobility accepted this restriction.

And in Trahil, their followers are the most likely to cause problems.

William, when thinking back on the past, sometimes felt that it was quite normal for him to be blinded by the nagging of the God of Nobility.

That guy, when faced with something that is truly good for the entire human race, is willing to give up everything.

After so many years of torment by the undead, the believers of the God of Nobility who have walked the path of atonement still have red circles on their bodies!

Not to mention that he has an army of half-demons at his disposal... These guys were able to hold themselves back from getting worse thanks to the Abyss Gate opened by Graz'zt.

They never dared to walk out of the crater.

Outside there is a circle of temples to calm their spirits, and inside are demons that they want to kill on sight, and it is not a sin to kill them. This is what allows this group of people to survive.

Every once in a while, the Undead would receive a mission to find the army that had lost itself in the ever-jumping plane of space at the crater, and they would also have to deliver food and drink to them.

Even so, if this group of people really reached the end of their lives, the best outcome would be to walk on a mountain of knives.

After all, they are different from the evil created by the blood of the devil warlocks... They can become half-devils by their own efforts to behave like inhumane people.

But even so, the God of Nobility gritted his teeth and accepted the agreement.

And since even he agreed, what else can the other gods say?

The Earth Goddess therefore agreed to let the souls of all animals pass through the City of Death.

Hill looked up at him and said, "Nothing. I just didn't expect that someone would cherish the gift I gave him so much."

Gilbert's solid wood table was, of course, a gift from Hill.

Although he is a child of nature, he will not refuse some economic crops, not to mention that the great earthquake in Neverwinter Forest destroyed a lot of forests.

Rather than leaving the trees to fall to the ground, Hill collects them and occasionally does some carpentry work himself.

After all, only by eradicating dead plants can the forest recover as soon as possible.

However, he actually gave Gilbert a whole set of furniture... Isn't this guy going a bit too far?

Yes, is it for Styx to see?

why?
William became even more curious and strongly asked Hill to tell him the whole story.

However, he was also a little confused.

Shar, who had been hanging beside him, spoke faintly: "Have you two never known what poverty is?"

"Ah?" Hill and William looked at Shar stupidly.

"If the only table is broken by his own Lord, can he still ask the Styx for compensation?" Selune, who had not left, suddenly interrupted with a sympathetic look, "Ah, Hill is rich, it is the consensus of Toril.

But, William, how can you, who plays fair and square, be so rich?

How can this be called fair?"

William blinked and said tentatively: "Maybe, because I have a very rich father?"

(End of this chapter)