[Comprehensive] The Journey of the Protagonist

When Su Xuan walked out of the palace of Hypnos, the torrential water of the Lete River flowed past the gate of his palace where he planted a large field of fiery red poppies. On both sides of the river, the first generation of golden human beings live on the ground. They live like gods in the world. They don't need labor, poverty and distress. The earth provides them with abundant food. When death comes, they will fall into Eternal sleep, and even then they will still be youthful.

As night fell on the ground, Nix, the goddess of the night, opened the dark sky to the sky, and it was the turn of the stars and the moon to appear.In Thanatos' memory, the goddess of the night is a young woman wearing a black star flower gauze. When he was young, he liked to embrace himself or Hypnos, who was still a child, driving Flying into the high sky in a luxurious carriage pulled by a black celestial horse... I don't know what Hypnos was thinking at that time.

The messenger of the sleeping god floated out from his palace, and the dreamy four gods led their subordinates to spread the sleepy sleep on the earth. When they passed by Su Xuan, these respectful servants would stop themselves He bowed down to salute him respectfully, and did not dare to leave again until the Lord Death made a signal.

Su Xuan thought about it carefully, and was finally disappointed to find that in Death God's detailed memory, his palace was large and empty, with gorgeous and magnificent decorations, but there was not a single servant who could be commanded... Even the harvester of death The responsibility of death fell entirely on Death himself. He wore a black cloak and held a sharp sword in his hand. He used the sword to cut off a strand of the dying person's hair at the bedside of the dying person. The captured souls will follow him away.

Su Xuan shook his head. He is not as conscientious as Thanatos. To be honest, even the god of death in this world is just a temporary identity for him, so how could he lose himself due to busy work? Original heart... What's more, according to the future woven by the god of destiny, wars, plagues, famines... Great floods, endless souls of the dead floating on the earth day and night, this is a job with no leisure and no end, and Su Xuan even wanted to play the role of Paris before the Trojan War. He had to spare time at that time. The completion of the mission was the prerequisite for everything. The task objective was clearly pointed out, which saved him a lot of trouble.

The vast sky was shaking and vibrating, the boundless sea was turbulent and churning, and the earth was pounding. Su Xuan looked up and saw that the gods of Mount Olympus were wearing gorgeous armor, armed with weapons, and fighting with the Titans. They fought so fiercely that even the underworld resounded with their angry howls and the scrape of weapons as they were exchanged.The last child of Cronus, the future king of the gods, Zeus, is leading his brothers and sisters and the gods who supported him to fight against the previous generation of Cronus.

But this has nothing to do with the underground gods. Tartarus is silent as always. Chaos created Erebus, the god of darkness, and Nix, the goddess of the night. They live in the elder brother's abyss, reclusive and comfortable. .

Su Xuan tilted his head and thought for a while, but soon he came up with an idea, which actually came from his previous world.He randomly picked up a blurred soul wandering across the river of oblivion, Lete, and the muddy river water was thrown into the form of the soul. This poor soul howled and constantly changed its shape in the hands of the god of death. , and eventually he stilled into an all-too-familiar face.

The rotten and tattered black robe, the body as if soaked in water, with scabbed palms and withered lips, the moment it appeared, the surrounding temperature seemed to be filled with gloomy coldness, and all good emotions disappeared. Obliterated, it floated beside Su Xuan in a daze, motionless.

"This is not possible..." Su Xuan thought again, the reason Sirius was able to escape from Azkaban was because he could transform into the big black dog of Animagus, the dementors in the magical world Without facial features, they are all blind. They can only distinguish human beings through their sense of smell. This may be able to guard a prison well, but it cannot do a good job of attracting souls. Death needs to bring down not only human beings, but also livestock and insects. in which...

When he thought about it, this monster had a pair of scarlet eyes, he began to develop terrifying facial features, and even had a little sanity, as if the previous wisdom of this soul had begun to recover... But although Su Xuan didn't mind him He has his own mind, but he can't get back human emotions. What this job requires is a cold heart and an unwavering heart. The hero of the world... or the poor and helpless old man who was abandoned by his descendants, the child who huddled up in the street to freeze to death, the innocent murdered by innocent people... Death treats all of them equally.

"Master...Master..." This mutated version of "Dementor" stuttered and said, his voice was like the gravel that had been honed for thousands of years in the Nine Hells, it was hoarse and difficult to make people sick.

Su Xuan ignored him.

He has retained all the terrifying aspects of the Dementor, whether it is the smell of decay, the body of decay, or his most important ability-the greedy and deadly "Dementor's Kiss".

But they cannot taste the ingested souls... The souls of the dead belong to the gods of death, and without the permission of their creators, they cannot enjoy any of these delicious spoils.

Now that there is a successful product, the next creation will be more simple and convenient. Su Xuan casually tore off a section of vine above the Sleeping God Palace, threw it towards the flowing river of oblivion, and was splashed by the whipped water droplets. After reaching the nearest soul, figures in rotten black robes appeared on both sides of the river. They hesitated for a while, digesting the knowledge and inheritance they were given at birth, and according to their nature, one after another Came behind their creator, stood still and waited quietly.

It wasn't until he felt that the number was enough that Su Xuan stopped waving the vine whip. He looked at the black "soul monster", and threw the useless vine into the endless river... When he was about to say something, the rapid Lethe River rolled and set off a wave, and out of the spiral vortex came out a tall and tall god, who was transformed from the vines that had just been abandoned.

He wore a long black cloak like the one worn by dementors, but his was much more complete and fine, and he had gray, cold eyes, piercing and indifferent, his thin It's a bit shocking, like dried firewood, his skin is pale, but it can't hide his overly deep facial features, his sunken eyes fixedly stare at Su Xuan...

Then he knelt down calmly and kissed the land in front of the god who created him. He respectfully called him an adult and was willing to follow behind him and be driven by him.

"Then from now on, you will be called Portis." Su Xuan did not refuse his allegiance, no matter which world he was in, he did not lack followers who were either loyal or had their own thoughts, no matter how big or small The style of doing everything by himself is not suitable for a person like him who likes to use the whole world as the stage layout. He looked around at all the black figures in front of him, stretched out his hand and swept these obedient and silent scary ghosts, and gestured: "You will come to them!" Command the management, keep in mind your identity as the Angel of Death, fulfill the heavy duties I entrusted to you, and then execute it meticulously."

Portis solemnly bowed his head in agreement.

"If there is even the slightest mistake, the meaning of your existence will disappear. I believe you will not want to know the sad consequences." He turned his head to look at his newly accepted servant: "You So it is, Portis."

The face of the newborn god remained unchanged, he just respected him more and more: "It should be so, my lord."

"Then, get out of here and go to the earth." Su Xuan turned around and said softly, "I bestow you with illusory bodies so that no mortal creature can see you, but Portis, you want to Let them avoid those boring gods of Olympus, you know, you are not yet qualified to harvest the souls of gods..."

Portis felt the chill creeping up his straight spine, but he said awe-inspiringly as if he couldn't hear anything. He bent over and stepped back respectfully, leading those who were born on the same day as him. The ghosts walked up along the bank of the Forgotten River, leaving the cold underground, and went to the sunny world to spread the horror of death.

When Su Xuan dispersed all his servants, the first thing he saw was Hypnos leaning on the pillar of the porch of the Palace of Sleeping God, but he just nodded slightly to him, and did not step forward to speak.

Then he lifted his feet and left the river bank of poppies. The battle between gods and kings on Mount Olympus was in full swing. What kind of mood would one feel when there is actually another supreme god in the pantheon hidden in the underworld?

He didn't want to know, he just raised his hand, and a small wooden boat appeared on the dim river.

The knight Edgar in the fairy tale held a wooden oar in his hand and saluted Su Xuan.

The fiery red flowers of the other shore bloomed all over the land outside the Death Palace.

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The last chapter "I am Jehovah, but Jehovah is not me" is revised to read: "Jehovah is me, but I am not Jehovah", thanks to the little angel who catches insects~

The author Sang, who is staying at home, is going to be invited out to go shopping by a friend. You don’t have to wait tomorrow, see you the day after tomorrow~