Gods, I am the ancient Greek god of joy

"Your Majesty Zagreus! Your Majesty Zagreus?"

Looking at a group of maids from the underworld floating in front of him, Hades, the god of the underworld, had a strong possessiveness. He often couldn't stand Zagreau pestering his wife, so not only did he separate the two temples in Elysee very far apart, he also sent the maids from the underworld to learn a lot of etiquette from the god of etiquette to delay Zagreau, and told him that this was something he had to learn to become the son of Hades, and then threw out the stunned Zagreau.

Now the god in charge of joy was no longer happy. As expected, learning makes people haggard. The usually optimistic god of joy almost turned into the god of pain after being exposed to a large number of rituals. In order to prevent himself from falling, Zagreus decided to escape from the Elysian Paradise.

So he turned into a small black snake and came to the River Styx. There are five rivers in the underworld, and each has its own special rules. No one can approach except certain gods. But Zagreus, as the son of Hades, is naturally not among them.

After finding a suitable stone, Zagreus felt the long-lost peace and quiet. He finally got rid of the nagging in his ears and leisurely stirred the water of the River of Suffering with his snake tail.

The River of Misery is the second Styx in the underworld. Only ships from the underworld can sail on it. Among them is Charon, the ferryman of the Styx, the god of discernment, who is responsible for ferrying the dead souls. He can discern the integrity of the soul. If someone buries it, he will put coins in the dead person's mouth, so that they can pass through safely. If no one buries the dead soul, he will throw it into the river and turn it into part of the Styx.

This soul-corrosive river water was nothing special to Zagreus. If he wanted to, he could dive in and swim, but there was no need to do so.

He kept using his snake's tail to roll up the souls in the Styx and watching them. This was one of the few ways he could use to amuse himself. Most of the souls in the Styx did not have a good end and they often had life experiences different from ordinary people.

Zagreus was like a bystander, holding his favorite drink, quietly watching the drama that mortals performed in their lifetime by the River Styx.

Naturally, his actions in the River Styx could not escape Hades's sight, but as long as he didn't disturb his time with the Queen of the Underworld, he could clean up the mess even if Zagros turned the Underworld upside down. What's more, Zagros didn't do that. Instead, he just stayed quietly beside the River Styx, so Hades ignored him.

In this way, Zagreus stayed in the Styx for fifty years. After seeing the experiences of countless mortals, gradually, another divine power was born next to his own godhead of joy. That was the godhead representing the god of drama. The special thing about this godhead was that it touched a little bit of the law of fate.

It can turn everything and everyone Zagreus encounters into a drama, and Zagreus can act as a spectator to foresee parts of the future and draw energy from these events.

Since the birth of this divine nature, Zagreus seemed to often hear some whispers in the dark. These whispers seemed to ask him to take revenge on a certain supreme god and forged a weapon of revenge for him. However, when he wanted to hear clearly, he was blocked by the power of Hades.

The whispers of the ancient gods naturally could not be hidden from Hades, the controller of the underworld. He narrowed his eyes slightly, then crushed the wine glass made of gold and gems in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, a message wrapped in divine power flew into the world of gods.

When Zeus saw the message from Hades, he finally put down his worry, picked up the special wine prepared for him by Zagreus and drank it in one gulp. The divine thunder in his hand destroyed the divine power. At this time, Hera also appeared in the temple.

“Has the Father finally started to act?”

"I can feel the curse of the Father God beginning to dissipate, as if it has melted into the horn of little Zagreus. The Father God should be using these curses to create a divine weapon that can kill the main god. The horn of Zagreus is indeed the best container for the curse. In a while, my curse will completely disappear, and we should make some preparations..." Zeus murmured as he looked into the distance.

Hera also sighed, put away her worry about Zagreus and slowly disappeared.

Let’s talk about Zagreus in the underworld. Recently, he always felt that the horn on his head was a little heavy. He didn’t care at first, but today he felt that his horn was unusually itchy. When he touched it with his hand, it seemed as if his hand was suddenly cut by a sharp blade. Immediately, golden divine blood was left and was continuously absorbed by the horn. Zagreus hurriedly used the gods to heal the wound on his hand.

"When did my horns become so sharp?"