Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

Chapter 177: 179: The Missing Death God

Chapter 177: Chapter 179: The Missing Death God

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‘For the time being, building relationships isn’t too bad, at least there’s no problem with chit-chatting.’

‘Hisss~ I suddenly remembered that my cousin or whatever she is, that lettuce girl, seems to still be soaking in a culture dish.’

‘Forget it, it doesn’t matter. The River God probably doesn’t care about losing a daughter. If he did, why would he keep her in a tower, afraid that she won’t attract Zeus?’

“…” Sleep God Hypnos’s forehead veins were about to burst. How could Zeus possibly be coveting Death God Thanatos? That’s nonsense…cough, but upon thinking about it carefully, he realized that he indeed had no basis for confidence.

“Dionysus, have you seen my brother?” a voice came.

“Is Lord Hades around? I would like to report something about my brother,” Sleep God Hypnos asked.

“Your bro? Why are you asking me about him? I haven’t left my house in days, was just thinking of checking my factory,” Qin Muye commented.

“Missing? That can’t be right. With Thanatos’s looks, it would be brave of any respectable person not to run away at the sight of him. Could it be that Zeus took him to enroll as an adult?” Qin Muye said, somewhat surprised.

“Hisss~ Zeus really isn’t even averse to men!!! Terrifying, truly terrifying.” Qin Muye couldn’t help but take a sharp breath, expecting Sleep God Hypnos to explain that Zeus wouldn’t be interested in men, but the reason Thanatos wasn’t up Zeus’s alley wasn’t about gender, but because of his duties.

“My brother has been missing for several days now, and many of the deceased in the Mortal World have been lingering, so I’d like you to please find my brother as soon as possible,” Sleep God Hypnos said earnestly.

“Inspect the factory and then visit the Mortal World to see if I can mooch a bit,” Qin Muye felt he had stayed long enough and it was about time to return.

“Even though the King of Gods enjoys pleasures, he wouldn’t lay a hand on my brother because he knows the importance of death. Due to my brother’s disappearance, there have been no deaths in the Mortal World for a long time,” Sleep God Hypnos said.

The bloodlines of the Titan Divine Race were already complicated enough, and if the bloodline of an Ancient God were added in, who knows if one would turn into evil spirits.

After all, Death God Thanatos did have the appearance of a beautiful young man; it was not impossible for such a thing to happen.

But he didn’t just consider appearances; the entire Netherworld was actually intricate and complex, with many Netherworld Gods being Zeus’s children, such as Hate Styx, Judge of Netherworld, and others.

However, if he were born with it, he would not be at the 3rd level, but at the 6th and also a Divine with an inherent authority.

When he returns, he could just open a door and toss it back into the Netherworld; it was only a day in total. Even if it swelled up, a couple of days rest would be enough to recover, and it wasn’t like it sat there for a month.

Earth Mother Goddess Gaia, Night Witchcraft Goddess Hecate, even Hate Styx, and the brothers Death God and Sleep God among many other Netherworld Titan Divines also wanted a modernized palace service. Qin Muye thought it wasn’t a big deal, so he symbolically made a 10000% profit selling to each of them.

At that time, Qin Muye understood that this guy was getting a free ride and retiring; no wonder then.

The very first horse was given to mankind by Poseidon.

If the other party really dared to make trouble, Qin Muye could also use the Super Space-Time Transmission Channel to directly send them back.

At this moment, Qin Muye also remembered, “No wonder Charon had time to chat with me, I thought business had been slow recently. Turns out it’s because the Death God is missing and no one’s running the business, so even this ferryman has time on his hands.”

There’s definitely a risk, but for the huge profit, Qin Muye is also very tempted.

Well, it definitely looks unreliable.

Today he decided to step out for some fresh air and also to see how those ghostly screws were coming along.

With the daily workload they had, if someone reported to the labor bureau, Hades would definitely be fined to his very underpants.

The gods of the Netherworld definitely didn’t have an easy time; they had to work every day.

In the past while, chatting with Night Witchcraft Goddess Hecate, Hate Titan Styx, and the Nether River ferryman, he learned a lot.

Seeing the color of the other’s face, Qin Muye thought that the Sleep God must be panicking too, otherwise, he wouldn’t be in such a hurry.

Qin Muye nodded, “He’s inside, go ahead and find him yourself.”

Qin Muye quickly put this matter out of his mind, as it wasn’t a big deal anyway.

Talent Qin Muye certainly didn’t plan to use emotions to bind these Titan Divine Race members, as using interests proved much more solid.

Qin Muye also found that as long as one didn’t act as the Divine King, conversations were fairly normal, guessing that perhaps the position of Divine King was toxic.

Then, when Qin Muye asked why the Hate Titan Styx hadn’t lent him a hand back then, she explained that she was merely a River God who didn’t enter the river, merely residing by its banks, with no idea when that white horse Prince would float by.

If a big shot from the Titan Divine Race were to protect and escort him, at least he could secure a first place in future activities.

If Zeus, along with Death God Thanatos, really was conducting some bizarre activities, probably only Hades, the Lord of Hell, could save him. This matter was within his jurisdiction, and should he confront Zeus directly, within the realm of his authority, Zeus would have to leave, defeated and disgruntled.

The Divine King, Sea God, and Lord of Hell are exceedingly powerful within their respective realms of authority.

Picking up someone else’s wisdom to choose their path is not as good as creating one’s own path. Hence, there is no need to worry about being restrained by the source of the bloodline later on, since he himself is that source.

The matter soon came to an end, and Qin Muye was unclear on how Gaia Mother Goddess intended to proceed, but he had a veto, as long as he didn’t bring people along, no amount of talk would matter.

Sleep God Hypnos hurried into the Netherworld King Palace, while Qin Muye pondered why Poseidon was referred to as the Sea God rather than the Sea King.

Sleep God Hypnos, with a head full of black lines, thought this one was as eccentric as ever.

Incidentally, Styx was not only the goddess of hate but also the goddess of oaths; oaths are generally sworn by her name, and she was also the daughter of Zeus.

The Hate Titan Styx harbored no anger towards heaven and earth but was simply the River God of that particular stretch of the Nether River denoted as the river of hate.

Death God Thanatos was good-looking, and it was quite normal for Zeus to fancy him.

It seemed unlikely that he could be sent back now; it was probably too late to extract him.

Although he had already operated on himself, it didn’t mean he wanted to become some grotesquely shaped thing.

Therefore, the factory was frantically processing and adding updates. It wasn’t that there was a lack of hands; the Place of Suffering was filled with souls eager to come out, but Qin Muye was too busy to manage, so the production scale couldn’t keep up.

Therefore, a peaceful relationship could still be just a facade.

So, mixing in a fairy tale should suffice; he estimated at least a guaranteed S-rank Evaluation this time. He was confident in this, with his Kingdom’s territory, although sparsely populated, being truly vast. He had included everything except the realms of Netherworld Gods.

The two brothers were essentially responsible for a one-stop service for transport, jointly managing the process of souls entering the Netherworld.

He feared becoming a tentacle monster.

He was not a legitimate member of the Titan Divine Race, having self-engineered his status. It was fine for now, but what if he blew his cover later?

The Titan Divine Race’s bloodline might be good, but no matter how good, it wasn’t innate, and if it were, Qin Muye wouldn’t feel such aversion to it.

There weren’t that many good things under heaven; anyway, he didn’t believe in them and trusted more in his own magical modifications. Though they might not measure up, they were his own creations, from research to experimentation. He knew every data point by heart, so even if problems arose, he’d know exactly where.

Only by demonstrating mutual value could they cooperate longer, and he’d be more smooth-sailing when burning bridges afterwards.

If he were the Sea King, wouldn’t that mean he could raise fish?

It’s possible that none of the three successive Divine Kings were up to any good.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. What should he do if Death God Thanatos really was bound by Zeus to do strange things?

Besides, he wasn’t strictly limited to Titan Divine Race; his bloodline, if it were to further evolve, would more likely rely on developing the talents of the Crimson Ancestor and the Lord of Hell.

Suddenly, the Sleep God Hypnos with wings appeared, his great beard confusing Qin Muye into thinking Sleep God Hypnos was the brother of Death God Thanatos.

However, Poseidon wasn’t just the ruler of the sea; he was also known as the god of horses.

As for the revival of the Ancient God… he felt it was better to skip it. The sound of Ancient God Bloodline hinted at trouble. The remaining two Divine Artifacts were named Corrupted World and Egg of All Things, which even by their names, didn’t sound right. Rather, he’d accumulate Points and research Ancient Gods.

Ever since Gaia left, Qin Muye had been holing up in the Netherworld King Palace, experimenting and perfecting the Floating City, never stepping out.