King Of Underworld [EN]: Chapter 3

The King of the Underworld is Tired 3 (2)

The Story of the Underworld – (2)

Kugugugu…

I’ve made almost everything I need with this much.

The Underworld, once a void, had its space twisted and expanded according to my will, making it almost unrecognizable.

With a touch of Underworld flair, a jet-black castle was reflected in my eyes.

A steel fortress forged from metal overflowing from the underground.

Or is it steel? The metal, infused with my power, seemed somehow pale and emitted a chilling cold.

The walls exuded a strange luster, looking like anything but ordinary metal; I should call it an obsidian fortress.

Squeak…

With a slight nod, the castle gate opens. Not by magic, I just willed it, but why does it feel so…stiff?

And the sound of the door opening sounds like a ghost.

As I entered the massive fortress, I made additional adjustments as I saw them.

Like smoothing the sand scattered on the floor or straightening parts that were twisted because I misjudged the force.

I was busy fixing things when a guest arrived in the Underworld.

“Hades.”

Walking towards me was a muscular male god with one eye and a stern expression.

No, it’s a Cyclops.

Arges (Lightning), one of the three Cyclops brothers who forged weapons for me, Zeus, and Poseidon.

Why did he come all the way to this dark Underworld to see me?

“Fortunately, I found you easily. Thanks to Demeter [goddess of agriculture] for telling me the location…”

The Cyclops are the children of Gaia [Earth goddess], and Uranus [sky god].

In the genealogy of the gods, they are higher in rank than us.

But didn’t they say that the three brothers would now live leisurely on an island?

There’s no need to come to this gloomy underground… Could it be that he died and came to the Underworld?

Strangely, the Cyclops are high-ranking and powerful gods, but unlike us, they are mortal.

Therefore, there is a possibility that the first resident of my kingdom, the Underworld, is a Cyclops.

“So, who killed you? Was it Zeus, that rascal?”

Just as I was about to imagine a brotherly battle for the throne of the gods, he smiled and replied.

“Don’t joke around. We are blacksmiths, but we also have some knowledge of building these kinds of buildings. Poseidon and Zeus said they were building palaces like this, so our brothers each took on one.”

Oh… The Cyclops are gods of service who generously give everything they have.

I quietly admired him in my heart.

“But I hope you don’t have too many expectations. I don’t have the divine power of architecture.”

The three Cyclops brothers received some of the divine power of the sky that their father had.

Thunder, lightning, and lightning bolts have nothing to do with blacksmithing, but how did they develop such excellent skills?

He looked around the palace I had just made, pointing out various things.

Indeed, with the advice of an expert, the palace quickly improved.

“And it’s good that you’re using the Kynee [helmet of invisibility] I made for you, but I hope you take good care of it. It likes things neat and tidy.”

The Cyclops touched and examined my transparent helmet, Kynee, hanging in one corner.

For reference, Arges was the one who made my helmet among the three brothers.

When I asked why he bothered to make a transparent helmet, the answer I got was ridiculous.

He said he made a gloomy weapon to suit my personality.

“…Tsk. Are you listening to me? And it likes it when you stroke it from the top of the head to the bridge of the nose…”

That’s not an ego sword, or rather, an ego helmet, is it?

I don’t know why he keeps doing this when he, the maker, knows better.

It might be a blacksmith’s sensibility that I can’t understand.

Come to think of it, I always felt this way. Poseidon and Zeus got weapons, but why only defense for me?

I wanted to wield a cool weapon too, but all I got was an invisibility helmet, which is a bit…

“Tsk! Just a helmet! What’s wrong with Kynee, my masterpiece that can hide from the whole world?”

Oh, no. Did I say what I was thinking again?

I calmed down the Cyclops, who was puffing out his nose and getting angry.

Of course, I felt the power of this helmet well during the war. Even our father, Cronus [Titan king], couldn’t find me.

“Of course, who made it? How much did I put into making that…”

But I still like weapons better.

“Hey! Don’t keep pestering me now that you’re a chief god! If I make a weapon for you, I have to make one for Poseidon and Zeus too!”

* * *

I wanted to get a weapon this time, but I couldn’t help it.

Well, from his point of view, if he made a weapon for me, he would have to make one for Poseidon and Zeus too, so there was nothing he could do.

Arges looked around the Underworld I had made a few times before smiling satisfactorily and leaving.

I clicked my tongue at the sight of Arges leaving, who had said not to expect too much since he wasn’t the god of architecture, but ended up completely changing my palace.

“Hades. Are you envious of Zeus’s lightning or Poseidon’s trident?”

Styx [goddess of the River Styx] whispered, seeing me off with Arges as he left the Underworld.

Of course, I was envious, but I couldn’t help it.

Maybe if I secretly visit the island where the three Cyclops brothers live later, they’ll make one for me.

“If you sink it to the bottom of the Styx River, which is the evidence of the gods’ oaths, and infuse it with power, a weapon you can use might be born. What do you think?”

This suggestion was a bit surprising.

Are you going this far for me? You’re not a blacksmith who feels rewarded by making weapons, so why…?

When I asked the goddess Styx for the reason, she turned her head and said shyly.

“Then… does that mean I don’t owe you anything anymore?”

Come to think of it, there was one thing she might consider a debt. During the war, I saved Styx from being surrounded by countless Titans and dragged somewhere.

“Infuse a moderately made bronze sword with your power and give it to me. I’ll bring it to you when it’s done.”

Searching my memory, I gave the goddess Styx the bronze sword I used to use. She took my beloved weapon and quickly went down into the deep river and disappeared.

The Cyclops didn’t just make lightning, tridents, and helmets.

They also made weapons and armor for other gods and produced numerous ‘failures.’

None of us agreed that they were failures, but the Cyclops, with their excellent skills, pointed out flaws with a keen eye.

“This seems like an excellent weapon?”

“What are you talking about? This weapon is too weak to contain your powers. It will break after fighting for a few days if it collides with Cronus’s scythe.”

“Then why is this protective gear a failure?”

“Try falling from the sky to the ground once wearing that, and there will be a scratch on it, right?”

Our father, Cronus’s scythe, was the best weapon in the world, made of adamant [indestructible substance] by Grandmother Gaia.

To say that it would break after a few days even if it fought against something like that is too high of a standard, but they eventually did it.

To make three things that were comparable to or slightly inferior to Cronus’s great scythe.

The tide of the war, which had been repeating advances and retreats, was reversed that day, and we were able to win.

And one of the failures that they made moderately was the bronze sword that I just gave to Styx.

* * *

When Helios [sun god], had his horses pull the sun chariot from one end of the world to the other dozens of times,

Styx finally came to the fortress of the Underworld with my sword.

“It’s all finished. Would you like to swing it once?”

A one-handed sword dyed jet black to suit the god of the Underworld.

The bronze sword, which had endured at the bottom of the Styx River by receiving my power, seemed to be reborn.

When I lightly brushed the blade, which had only a blade without a guard, the sword trembled slightly as if recognizing its owner.

“Oh? It seems to be made better than I thought.”

The unique texture of the handle, made of special oak that grows near the summit of Mount Olympus, holds my hand.

A weight that is neither too light nor too heavy, and a feeling that sticks perfectly.

Swoosh-

The blade that cuts through the air of the Underworld from left to right was really to my liking.

As a test, I put Kynee, a masterpiece among masterpieces, on the floor and struck the blade down, and sparks flew from the repulsion.

Clang!

“Hades! A sword on that precious helmet! Why are you testing it there!”

But Kynee is the hardest thing I have, so I have no choice but to test its performance here.

“Haa… As expected, the Olympian gods all have something strange about them…”

I roughly put Kynee aside and closely inspected the blade.

No scratches or broken corners.

The connection between the blade and the handle, excellent.

Mightily divine power permeability, perfect.

How long can this blade withstand the power of a god with all his might?

Just as I was about to concentrate my strength in my hand and strike the side of the sword, Styx stopped me.

“Aaaah! Don’t do that! My child will break!”

Child?

“Hot…?! Th.. This is from the same meaning as when the Cyclops call their masterpiece a child…”

“Child is good. Then the name will be Styx Sword.”

“Ugh… To put my name on it as it is…”

I left the goddess Styx, who was covering her face with both hands and muttering something, and put the sword on my waist.

Okay, your name is now Styx (Genuine) Sword.

“Styx is me…”