(Greek Mythology) The Abyss of the Underworld
Chapter Twenty-Six
Looking at himself in the mirror again and again, Tartarus noticed there seemed to be a lot of transmigrators lately.
After counting them again, there were indeed quite a few, and not only were there many, but there were also many different types: Mary Sue, Tom Sue, harem male protagonists from Qidian.com, transmigrated female protagonists from Jinjiang Literature City… Of course, there were also quite a few normal transmigrators.
Tartarus felt a stomachache. Really, Father God, you didn't need to be so considerate as to label all their attributes. He didn't want to see those three big golden characters already straining his eyes, followed by smaller words in parentheses, and he especially didn't want to see things like "Mary Sue Aura LV1" or "Tom Sue Aura LV1."
Seriously, what the heck is that aura? LV1? Does it come with an upgrade function?
Finally, even Tartarus, who possessed the system, was beyond speechless. He just wanted to have a talk with Chaos about life. Claiming it was a spatial rift, claiming it was accidental—given the sheer number and attributes of these transmigrators, Father God, couldn't you at least make your lies believable?
He'd long thought Chaos's explanation was unreliable. Accidentally creating so many transmigrators? Spatial rifts weren't like cabbages sold wholesale; you couldn't just stumble upon them whenever you wanted. Besides, who gets caught in a spatial rift and doesn't die but transmigrate? You try creating one for me, you bastard!
While any god could easily teleport, and falling into a spatial rift would at most result in minor injuries due to the suddenness of the event, that was a god. Given the fragility of humans, falling in would almost certainly mean certain death, right?
Even if he wanted to convince himself it was purely accidental, there was no reason for it. And the prime suspect was none other than his unreliable father god.
Shouldn't creator gods be dignified and majestic? Why is Chaos portrayed as both eccentric and unreliable? He always thought he had overestimated Chaos's limits, but in the end, he realized he still hadn't. Was it too late to request a refund? He really didn't want such a father god.
No one could understand how heartbroken he felt every time he saw other beings display such reverence and worship when they mentioned Chaos. They all thought it was due to his innate personality, or that being personally taught by Chaos for many years made him less aweful and more affectionate towards other beings. Little did they know that he simply couldn't bring himself to respect that father god.
He counted the number of transmigrators again. Indeed, one shouldn't be too complacent when being a god. His previous complaints about boredom were now back to haunt him. Although the God of the Abyss was just a fleeting background character in mythology, not even a minor character, surely one of those transmigrators knew about him. He had a feeling his future life would be incredibly rich (and troublesome).
Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration, actually. While his birth order is indeed a loophole—one that can't be hidden—there are so few records about him. At most, they have some suspicions, and even if they do, they don't dare or have the ability to actually do anything. So even if he were exposed, he wouldn't really care; strength determines everything. But losing so much fun is still a pity, and he prefers watching others act to being watched.
After thinking for a moment, Tartarus decisively summoned Denise. It's definitely better to let them handle things themselves; he's never been one to get involved personally.
Denise was the name Tartarus gave to the transmigrated flower spirit; it simply means "flower," quite concise.
Regarding how to deal with Denise, Tartarus observed her for a while before making a decision.
Unlike Hemera, Denise was calm and realistic, allowing her to quickly adjust her mindset and adapt to this world. At least for now, Tartarus hadn't detected any psychological problems in her, far better than Hemera, who hadn't grasped the situation in a thousand years.
Of course, this wasn't important to Tartarus. Human life was far too short compared to that of gods. So many years had passed; he'd almost forgotten his own name. What kinship could he possibly have? Moreover, he had completely severed ties with his past during the Chaos Era. The only remaining emotion was that tiny bit of special connection, which Hemera, the first person he encountered, had exhausted. Therefore, even if Denise was now struggling to the point of collapse, he wouldn't be moved in the slightest.
What Tartarus valued in Denise was her ability to recognize her place. Not everyone from that supposedly egalitarian society could kneel before others without feeling resentment. Therefore, he didn't mind giving her a chance.
Tartarus had no shortage of subordinates, but Daenerys, who came from the same place, was undoubtedly more to his liking. Daenerys was just an ordinary flower spirit; only by relying on Tartarus could she survive in this world teeming with gods, without constantly fearing some undeserved calamity. Moreover, Daenerys had ideals and aspirations, but not great ambitions, so she dared not and had no reason to betray him.
Tartarus was quite satisfied to have such a subordinate to handle the trivial matters he found unpleasant, so he decided to entrust the affairs of the transmigrators to Daenerys as well.
Tartarus summoned Denise and cut to the chase, "There have been quite a few transmigrators lately. I enjoy watching the show, but I don't like acting myself. You should know what to do."
"Yes, I understand," Denise replied respectfully, showing no dissatisfaction with the sudden increase in workload. Being a subordinate meant having the awareness of a subordinate; disobedient subordinates usually didn't have a good ending, especially in a place where human rights were practically nonexistent. Besides, while Tartarus wasn't exactly known for being tolerant or considerate of his subordinates, he always focused on results, not the process. Compared to some bosses with endless demands, he was incredibly easy to please. The increased workload was nothing in comparison.
Her demands were genuinely low. One should be content, whether as a person or a flower spirit. Constantly complaining meant that even with seven parts good luck, three parts bad luck remained. Therefore, she stated that she was always easygoing about such matters.
Although Tartarus didn't care about the process, there were some things he still needed to consult first, such as matters involving Tartarus himself. "I remember that among the five creator gods in Greek mythology, the first to be born was the Earth Goddess."
"I believe Father God won't mind such a small matter," Tartarus said slowly after a moment's thought.
The implication was that he was just pushing all the problems onto the creator god, right? Denise couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. His Majesty was, after all, her father in this life! Did he even know she was doing this to him?
After mentally cursing him a few times, Denise immediately agreed. She wasn't one of those native beings and couldn't fully understand their heartfelt respect for the creator god, so doing this kind of thing felt completely effortless for her.
Chapter 26