Thinking this, Polyxenia also walked up to Oliver and hugged him.
"You are the only person our sisters can touch, so please, let me also feel your warmth."
"I will remember this forever."
Oliver held a beautiful girl in each hand, fragrant and soft—a pair of twin lotuses.
What man wouldn't be captivated?
Castorice was reluctant to let go of Oliver's warmth; this was the first time in such a long time that she had genuinely felt another person's body temperature.
Polyxenia, seeing that her sister wasn't letting go, also felt too awkward to leave first, lest she interrupt her sister's good moment.
The three embraced for a long time.
Oliver finally spoke, "Are we going to embrace here for the rest of our lives?"
Castorice suddenly snapped back to reality and immediately pulled herself out of Oliver's arms.
Her face was flushed, and her heart pounded rapidly.
She had actually been so lost in the moment just now that she forgot herself.
Why did Oliver's embrace make her so infatuated?
She didn't understand.
Castorice didn't understand; she just kept blushing.
"I must sort out the River Styx now. Due to my negligence, the Underworld is in chaos, and I need to fulfill my duties as soon as possible."
Polyxenia prepared to bid farewell to the two and continue being a worker.
Castorice grabbed her and said, "I won't let you bear this alone. I am also a Death Titan, and I will go with you."
After speaking, she looked at Oliver with an apologetic expression, "Oliver, can you wait for me in the mortal realm? Once I've finished handling the affairs of the Underworld, I will definitely come find you! I will repay your kindness!"
Oliver frowned.
He didn't object to the protagonist of the script going to be a worker.
But asking him to wait outside was unacceptable.
He didn't want to leave Castorice even for a step.
What if going to the Underworld together was the completion condition for the script?
Oliver: "Simple. Wouldn't it be fine if I just went with you? I can also live in the Underworld. Besides, if you ever feel lonely, you can hug me whenever you want."
Castorice/Polyxenia: "But there's nothing in the Underworld. It's very boring."
Oliver smiled, "Aren't you two enough?"
Castorice and Polyxenia also smiled.
Both sisters were so moved they wanted to cry. What kind of peerless good person was He?
Castorice muttered and mumbled for a long time, finally squeezing out a single sentence:
"Thank you."
Thus, the three went to the Underworld together and began the work of allowing departed souls to reincarnate.
The two sisters worked together, attracting souls, and with a wave of their hands, they could decide the soul's destination.
Reincarnation with the left hand, resurrection with the right hand.
A long line stretched before the two sisters, entirely composed of souls, extending as far as the eye could see.
Oliver wandered around, inspecting, checking which souls were cutting in line and which were causing trouble.
When He got tired of playing, He would lie down in the sea of flowers beside Castorice and hum a song.
"Snowflakes fluttering ~ North wind whistling. Heaven and earth, a vast expanse ~ ~ ~ ~"
The singing drifted and echoed throughout the Underworld.
It was a bit like a KTV room.
"Oliver, when I hear you sing this song, an image of a figure holding a steel pitchfork and carrying something strange in His mouth unconsciously pops into my head. Why?"
Castorice asked.
Oliver, with an Underworld flower dangling from His mouth, replied, "That is an immense karma, one you cannot bear. Don't think too much about it."
"I see."
Polyxenia actually really liked listening to Oliver sing.
His lyrics were always strange, but inexplicably pleasant to listen to.
Sometimes she would hum along.
Thus, for the time that followed, Oliver treated the Underworld as a KTV to pass the time.
The three relied on each other, and five years passed.
The Underworld finally ushered in a slow season.
All the congested departed souls had reincarnated, and the wars in the mortal realm seemed to have paused for a period.
"We're finally done. If my sister hadn't helped me, it would have taken much, much longer."
Polyxenia sighed deeply.
Being this Death Titan was truly boring.
Castorice smiled, rubbing her sister's head, "Let's take turns from now on. There's no need to place all the burden on you. We can share the responsibilities of the Titan."
"One year of work, one year of rest. We'll rotate."
Hearing this, Polyxenia was incredibly moved, "But, Sister, you don't need to waste your time. You could have a better life, being with Oliver in the mortal realm—"
Castorice shook her head and said solemnly, "Polyxenia, you are my sister, my family. We should support each other. The mortal realm is wonderful, so I also hope you can go and live there instead of being imprisoned in the Underworld. For us, this is the best arrangement."
Then, Castorice took Polyxenia's hand and walked in front of Oliver.
"Oliver, while I'm in the Underworld, could I ask you to look after Polyxenia in the human world?"
"You shouldn't stay in the Underworld with us, you shouldn't be trapped here by us."
Oliver was almost moved to tears.
Castorice was truly a gentle and kind girl, always thinking of others.
She worried about his future life.
"Since you're thinking so much of me, how can I refuse?"
Of course, the main point was that Oliver realized there were no conditions to complete the script here.
Five years in the Underworld had brought no changes; clearly, he needed to leave to make progress.
"Since the Underworld is empty now, let's all take a break together. We can talk about work in a few days."
Oliver didn't give the two sisters a chance to refuse.
He directly held Polyxenia's hand with his left and Castorice's with his right, leaving the Underworld.
Now both sisters possessed complete Death Titan divinity and could walk normally in the human world.
They hadn't seen daylight in five years.
Both sisters were very excited, looking everywhere, observing everything.
Polyxenia was more active than Castorice.
It seemed she wanted to expend all the energy she had stored up from not being able to jump and skip before.
"Oliver, come look!"
Polyxenia called out mysteriously.
When Oliver walked over, she immediately jumped into a puddle, splashing water, then grinned with a "I know I was wrong" expression.
Oliver caught her and smeared mud on her face, making Castorice cover her mouth and chuckle softly.
"There are so many people ahead."
Polyxenia tugged on Oliver's sleeve.
Oliver and Castorice looked in the direction she pointed; indeed, a group of people were gathered, chattering.
Both Castorice and Polyxenia were very curious and wanted to go see. Without asking if Oliver wanted to, they pulled his hand and went closer.
As the three approached, they saw that five young people had died.
"Wuwuwu, my Selidoros, why were those soldiers so cruel?"
"What did we do wrong? Why were we cruelly murdered?"
"Damned soldiers, they took our food and killed our villagers! talanton above, please send down the holy judgment of law!"
A group of villagers discussed animatedly.
Some were bitter, some angry, some cursed.
"They are innocent people harmed by war; they shouldn't have died."
Castorice stepped forward.
Under everyone's gaze, she recalled five souls.
"I will deny your death. Return to the earth and walk again."
Castorice waved her right hand.
The five souls immediately returned to their bodies.
The wounds on the bodies began to heal.
All five people simultaneously opened their eyes and awoke.
The villagers' jaws dropped; each one was dumbfounded.
"They're alive? They've resurrected?"
Where had they ever seen such a miracle?
The villagers' eyes all glowed as they looked at Castorice!