The Greece Antagonist

Chapter 206 The Most Worthless Jailbreak Gang (5.4k)

The figure half-lying on the mountain path looked wearily at the huge stone that had fallen to the base of the mountain, wanting to lie on one side and take a brief lazy respite.

But the chain and shackles, engraved with inscriptions, resonated and vibrated, like a red-hot branding iron, bringing pain that reached deep into the soul.

Suddenly, the prisoner let out a low, muffled grunt, his facial contours twitching slightly, and he could only curse a few words in anger before turning around and dragging the heavy chains back.

"It never ends!"

"So, are you willing to talk now? Sinner Sisyphus..."

The calm, soothing voice came from the hazy fog, a young man with golden eyes and hair, wearing a loose white robe, stood at the starting point at the bottom of the hill, arms crossed.

"Talk about what?" Sisyphus, dragging the shackles and chains, blinked innocently.

"My brother Thanatos, where exactly did you lure him to?" the youth in the white robe asked indifferently, not at all fooled by the other's superficial pretense.

"What good will it do me to tell you?"

"None." The youth in the white robe shook his head in response, his expression turning colder, "But if you don't tell, you will suffer the most cruel punishment in the Netherworld!"

"What do you think I am doing now?"

"Serving your sentence..."

"See, if I don't talk, I serve my sentence, and if I do talk, I still serve my sentence. So wouldn't that be speaking for nothing?" Sisyphus counted on his fingers as he disdainfully looked at Sleep God Hypnos, who had come to interrogate him, "You're expecting me to open my mouth for nothing? Even old river god Aesop was more reasonable than you."

That year, Zeus, transformed into a Divine Eagle, abducted Aegina. As a witness, Sisyphus sold Zeus out to the grieving father Aesop in return for a sacred spring that flowed year-round for his realm, the Kingdom of Corinth.

Sometimes he even had the energy and inclination to exchange barbs and jibes, much to the frustration of the Sleep God Hypnos who had come to question him.

Leaving without achieving his goal and in a foul mood, Hypnos transformed into a flock of black Underworld Butterflies, dissolving into the pervasive Death Mist of the Netherworld.

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"Sisyphus?"

A deep voice echoed from the darkness as two slender figures appeared, accompanied by a surge of deadness, emerging from the Netherworld's gray mist.

The prisoner, busy serving his sentence, paused in surprise and then looked astonishment at the two unfamiliar visitors at the base of the hill, vainly stroked his chin.

"You know me? Could it be that my exploits and fame have spread even to such a place?"

"..."

"Come on, give me a hand, let me take a break. When I get back to Corinth, I'll treat you to a drink—the finest Ambrosial Honey Wine, a personal gift from God of Wine Dionysus!"

"..."

Luo En, the rightful owner, looking at the professional fraudster running his mouth before him, his face darkening, was at a loss for words for a moment.

And seeing no intention from the other side to lend a hand, Sisyphus' interest in the two visitors noticeably diminished, and he hummed lazily.

"I say, friend, if we're not acquainted, why are you here? To gawk?"

On the slope, the prisoner with golden messy hair and a face with a soft, gloomy beauty, vainly touched the single golden gemstone earring hanging on his left droop, and leaned against the boulder with a sly smile, squinting his long fox-like eyes, and playfully reminded.