You're Not A Lord Of The Apocalypse Chapter 178: The Missing Reaper - Novel Cool

Chapter 178: The Missing Reaper

Chapter 178: The Missing Reaper

Things were quickly wrapped up. Qin Muye didn't know what the Earth Mother Gaia planned to do, but he had the power to veto. As long as he didn't take anyone away, all the talk would be for nothing.

If the other party dared to cause trouble, Qin Muye could use the super-temporal teleportation channel to send them back directly.

There were definitely risks, but the potential benefits were enormous, and Qin Muye was very tempted.

If he had the protection of a Titan god, he could at least secure first place in future activities.

As for the current revival of the Ancient God, he thought it was better to pass. The Ancient God's bloodline sounded problematic, and the remaining two artifacts, the Corruption of the World and the Egg of All Things, didn't sound normal at all. It was better to earn points and study the Ancient God.

He was afraid of turning into a tentacle monster.

Although he had already modified himself, it didn't mean he wanted to turn into something bizarre.

The Titan god bloodline was already complicated enough. If he added the Ancient God's bloodline, who knew what kind of monster he might become.

‘Sigh~ I suddenly remembered that my cousin, Lettuce, is still soaking in a cultivation tank. I don’t even know if she’s my cousin or my aunt.’

She probably couldn’t be returned now; it was likely too late to retrieve her.

‘Forget it, it’s not a big deal. The River God probably doesn’t need this daughter anyway. If he really needed her, he wouldn’t have left her in the tower, fearing that Zeus might not come to visit.’

Qin Muye quickly put the matter out of his mind. It wasn’t a significant issue.

Worst case, he could open a portal and throw her into the Underworld when he returned. It had only been a day; even if she had absorbed some liquid, she could recover in a couple of days. It wasn’t like she had been soaking for a month.

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

Hypnos, the god of sleep, flapped his wings and flew over. His full beard made Qin Muye think Hypnos was the older brother of Thanatos, the god of death.

“Your brother? Why are you asking me? I haven’t left the palace in days. I was just about to check on my factory,” Qin Muye retorted.

Since Gaia left, Qin Muye had been holed up in the Underworld palace, conducting experiments and improving the floating city. He hadn’t come out at all.

Today, he decided to get some fresh air and check on the progress of the soul screws.

Earth Mother Gaia, Hecate, the witch goddess of the night, Styx, the goddess of hatred, and the brothers Thanatos and Hypnos, among other Underworld Titan deities, all needed modern palace services. Qin Muye thought it wasn’t a big deal and symbolically made a 10,000% profit before selling each one a set.

So, the factory was working overtime, not for lack of manpower. There were plenty of souls in the Place of Suffering who wanted to help, but Qin Muye had no time to manage, so production was a bit slow.

“My brother has been missing for several days, and many souls have been lingering in the mortal world. I want you to find my brother as soon as possible,” Hypnos said, sounding anxious.

“Missing? That’s odd. With Thanatos’ appearance, normal people would run away if they saw him. He must have been taken by Zeus for some adult activities,” Qin Muye said, somewhat surprised.

Thanatos, the god of death, was quite handsome, so it wasn’t unusual for Zeus to take an interest in him.

Hypnos’ face turned dark. This guy was as irreverent as ever.

The two brothers provided a full-service operation, handling the process of souls entering the Underworld.

“While the King of the Gods enjoys pleasure, he wouldn’t harm my brother. He knows the importance of death. Because of my brother’s disappearance, there has been no death in the mortal world for a long time,” Hypnos explained.

“Sigh~ Zeus really doesn’t care about gender! How terrifying, how terrifying.” Qin Muye couldn’t help but shudder. He thought Hypnos would explain that Zeus wouldn’t be interested in a man, but the reason wasn’t gender; it was his duties.

“...” Hypnos’ forehead veins nearly burst. How could Zeus be interested in Thanatos, the god of death? This was ridiculous—cough, but upon closer thought, he had no real basis for his claim.

After all, Thanatos was a beautiful youth, and such a thing wasn’t impossible.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. If Thanatos was really taken by Zeus to do some strange things, what should he do?

“Is the Lord of the Underworld here?”

"I want to inform my brother's situation," Sleep God Hypnos said.

Qin Muye nodded: "He's inside. You can go in yourself."

Seeing the other party's worried expression, Qin Muye felt that Hypnos was indeed anxious; otherwise, he wouldn't be in such a hurry. If Zeus really took Death God Thanatos to do some strange things, the only one who could save him would be Hades, the Lord of the Underworld. This matter fell under Hades' jurisdiction, and if it came to a confrontation with Zeus, Zeus would have to leave in disgrace within his jurisdiction.

The King of the Gods, the Sea God, and the Lord of the Underworld were incredibly powerful within their respective domains.

Hypnos rushed into the palace of the Lord of the Underworld, while Qin Muye thought about something else: why was Poseidon called the Sea God instead of the Sea King?

If he were the Sea King, wouldn't he be able to keep fish?

Well, that didn't seem very reliable.

But Poseidon wasn't just the god of the sea; he was also the god of horses.

The first horse was given to humans by Poseidon.

During a recent conversation with Hecate, the witch goddess of the night, and Styx, the goddess of hatred, Qin Muye learned quite a bit.

Styx, the goddess of hatred, didn't actually hate heaven or earth; she was just the river goddess of the segment of the River Styx that represented hatred.

When Qin Muye asked why she didn't help him back then, Styx explained that she was just a river goddess and didn't go into the river. She usually lived on the riverbank and had no idea when the white horse prince would float by.

Incidentally, Styx wasn't just the goddess of hatred; she was also the goddess of oaths. Swearing oaths generally involved invoking her name, and she was also Zeus' daughter.

At that moment, Qin Muye understood: this lady was just collecting a salary for doing nothing. No wonder.

And then Qin Muye remembered: "No wonder Charon had time to chat with me. I thought his business had decreased recently, but it turns out that with Thanatos missing, no one was bringing in souls, and even he, the ferryman, was idle."

The gods of the Underworld didn't have it easy; they had to work every day.

With the workload they had, if anyone reported it to the labor department, Hades would definitely be fined down to his underwear.

'Currently, the relationships are good, at least in terms of chatting.'

Qin Muye realized that as long as one wasn't the King of the Gods, conversations were generally normal. It seemed the position of King of the Gods was toxic.

Or perhaps the three Kings of the Gods just weren't good people.

However, he didn't just focus on the surface. The Underworld was a complex place, and many of its gods were Zeus' children, such as Styx, the goddess of hatred, and the judges of the Underworld.

So, the harmonious relationships might just be superficial.

Qin Muye had no intention of binding these Titan gods with emotions; using mutual benefits was more solid.

By showing each other's value, they could maintain a longer-term cooperation, and when he needed to cross the bridge and burn it later, it would be smoother.

He wasn't a genuine Titan god; he was self-modified. While things were fine now, what if he exposed himself later?

Besides, he wasn't limited to the Titan gods. To advance his bloodline further, he should focus more on developing the talents of the Crimson Ancestor and the Lord of Hell.

Following others' paths was less desirable than forging his own. This way, he wouldn't worry about being constrained by his bloodline's origin, as he himself was the source of his bloodline.

While the Titan bloodline was good, it wasn't innate to him. If it were innate, Qin Muye wouldn't be so averse to it.

But if it were innate, he wouldn't be at the 3rd stage now; he would be a 6th stage god with his own dominion.

There weren't that many good things in the world, and he didn't believe in them. He trusted his own modifications more. Even if they might not be as powerful, he had personally created them, from development to experimentation. He knew every piece of data, and if there were any issues, he would know exactly where they came from.

"Inspect the factory, then return to the mortal world and see if I can get some benefits," Qin Muye thought. He felt he had stayed long enough and it was time to go back. He estimated that he would at least get an S-grade evaluation this time, and he was confident about that. His kingdom, though sparsely populated, was vast. As long as there were no Underworld gods, he had included all the areas.

(End of Chapter)

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