Inheriting the Throne of the Underworld - Chapter 1
Prologue: The Underworld Has Fallen
The underworld has fallen.
It’s been nearly 50 years since the era of hunters began.
Even the god of the underworld, who judges those who are good and evil, finally succumbed to the hands of humans.
It was when the other side of the world crumbled. The hellfire that once raged had gone cold, and the river of the netherworld, cared for by Earth Matrix, had withered away.
The flower fields of hell, where vibrant asphodel flowers used to bloom, only withered petals scattered like ashes.
The three-day funeral was not long.
To commemorate the long era of mythology, it was but a moment.
Only white smoke rose lifelessly from the remaining incense.
Thinking of my second father, who had dissolved like smoke, I cried all day long.
It was not only due to the fall of the underworld’s king, who had been like a father to me.
It was because of the overwhelming feeling of loss that threatened to swallow me at any moment.
The end of the underworld signified the end of good and evil.
Now, sinners would not face judgment even in death. Poor virtuous souls would not even find solace in the afterlife.
The mythology had ended.
A world where even death is unfair has arrived.
The usurpers will enjoy eternal life, while the ones robbed will vanish without reincarnation.
The death that lost its mythology will eventually erase the traces of goodness and perpetuate the calamity of evil.
[Request for the Restoration of the Underworld Myth Approved.]
That’s right.
[In accordance with the policies of the Cosmic Order Preservation Council, the Underworld Myth Restoration Project will commence.]
[Please restore your own myth!]
Unless I, a mere lowest-ranking reaper, will inherit the throne of the underworld.
