Seated on the obsidian throne in the deepest part of Hades, the violet eyes of Hades no longer held any emotional waves, only the light of wisdom, cold as a precise instrument.
The pressure of the 'Negation Realm' constantly compressed his divine core, as if he were bearing a growing dome of stars.
Although the newborn world had escaped the curse of reincarnation, it was also like a giant that had lost too much blood, weak and shrunken.
The gods who had once sustained the cycle of the world—Uranus, Gaia, and even Oceanus—had exhausted their strength in the wear and tear of countless reincarnations, like a spent spring.
The constraints of life had disappeared, but the world itself lacked the power to nourish and nurture the life force that should flourish.
It needed power.
It needed cycles.
It needed... a more efficient system to replenish the 'blood' of this world.
His will, like an invisible tentacle, for the first time penetrated the most chaotic and filthy realm beneath the Underworld—the abyss of Tartarus.
Here lay the sediment of resentment, madness, and chaotically destructive energy accumulated by countless reincarnations—both the poisonous wound of the world and a hidden reservoir of energy.
He raised his hand, palm facing the infinite darkness below.
The entire Underworld trembled, and the four rivers of the Styx roared anxiously.
The majestic authority of Hades, combined with the power of the 'Negation Realm', transformed into invisible pincers of law, piercing the viscous and brutal essence of Tartarus!
Roooar——!
The abyss itself roared with pain and anger, as if an ancient giant had been touched to its very core.
Countless twisted resentments and destructive energies were forcibly extracted and drawn out, like black oil pumped from the earth, rapidly rising through invisible pipes.
The process was full of violence and blasphemy, but Hades did not care. Efficiency was the only criterion.
The extracted power of Tartarus was restructured and purified according to his will.
He did not simply use these energies, but based on them, he performed a bold 'division'.
On the edge of the Underworld, the most desolate and coldest region bordering Tartarus, drastic changes began to occur.
The earth split, space folded, and a new level, independent of the main body of the Underworld, was forcibly formed—[Hell].
It had none of the relative order of the Underworld, none of its rules; only eternal torment, burning karma, and desperate wailing.
Its structure resembled an inverted, endlessly extending spire, each level containing its own sin and punishment.
Immediately after, Hades summoned the three goddesses of vengeance—the Erinyes.
"Alecto, Megaera, Tisiphone." Hades's voice echoed at the entrance to Hell, devoid of any emotion, like the pronouncement of law.
"From this moment, Hell will be your territory. All souls judged guilty and unforgivable by the court of the Underworld will be cast here. You are responsible for punishment, using the fire of vengeance to ignite sins and extract suffering."
"The pain, regret, and despair you inflict... All these negative emotions and energies will no longer be meaningless dissipation, but will be transformed into... nutrients that sustain this world and restore its origin."
The eyes of the three goddesses of vengeance exploded with fanatical and pious light.
For them, this was not only a duty, but the ultimate elevation of their authority! They would become an indispensable part of the world's cycle, fueling the world's recovery by tormenting guilty souls!
"As you will! Lord of Hades!" The three goddesses agreed in unison, and their figures merged into the newly born Hell. In an instant, phantoms of countless tortures and echoes of wails began to condense and resonate within the layers of Hell.
Hades felt a trace of negative, yet extremely 'powerful', energy beginning to return from the depths of Hell, like a current flowing into his authority of the 'Negation Realm', slightly reducing the heavy pressure.
He was the [God of Hell], and the existence and output of Hell were connected to him.
But this was not enough—the sinners in Hell were too few, and the power they generated was insignificant for the entire world.
The foundation of the world lay in life force, in the cycle of heaven and earth.
His gaze glided beyond Hades, sensing the earth, deprived of life force due to Uranus's silence and lifeless from Gaia's fatigue.
He mobilized the divinity of [Plant] within his body, which he had obtained through his disguised identity as 'Orphos'.
This authority played an unexpected role at this moment.
[Plants] connect the earth with their roots, and their branches and leaves reach the sky.
The faint radiance remaining in the sky, belonging to Uranus, and the tired origin of the Earth beneath the ground, were combed and connected with extreme slowness and delicacy.
This was not about forcibly channeling power, but about creating a 'circular' structure.
The decay of plants returned to the earth and nourished Gaia; their growth absorbed the radiance of the sky, weakly stimulating the remaining consciousness of Uranus;
Their own life force purified the silence within the cycle.
A slow, plant-oriented cycle of heaven and earth began to take shape.
Although faint, it gradually awakened the life force of heaven and earth, like administering a gentle potion to a dying giant.
Then, Hades recalled the frozen sea of the far north, encircled by Oceanus. One of his wills crossed the void and descended into the realm of eternal ice.
He did not communicate with any being, but directly 'borrowed' a strand of the purest [Cold] from the conceptual origin of the frozen sea, using the authority of the 'Negation Realm'.
At the same time, he mobilized the concepts of [Lava] and [High Temperature] within his power.
At the junction of the Underworld and the mortal world, in that void, he placed these two diametrically opposed forces—[Cold] and [Heat]—in the same place.
No explosions, no conflicts. Under the control of absolute will, these two forces began to intertwine, penetrate each other, and define each other.
The boundaries between cold and heat were broken, and the difference in energy created the driving force for flow—the concept of 'temperature' was strengthened and enhanced, and then 'wind' was born.
At first, it was only a weak air current, then it grew stronger and stronger, transforming into wind that swept across the entire world.
The wind pushed clouds, stirred the atmosphere, carried the ocean's water vapor inland, brought the burst of subtle energy into the breath of living beings, and scattered the glimmer of the sky to distant corners...
The circulation of the atmosphere was like installing a powerful cardiopulmonary system for the weak world, beginning to accelerate the circulation and balance of energy.
The inert forces that had originally stagnated everywhere were stirred and activated, participating in the activity of the entire world.
After all this, Hades sat quietly on the throne, sensing the 'breath' of the world.
The negative energy provided by Hell, the life force of heaven and earth created by the plant cycle, and the energy exchange provided by atmospheric circulation... All of this slowly but surely infused life force into this nascent world, while in turn, gradually strengthening his 'world-bearing' foundation and reducing his burden.
His power, as the world slowly recovered, also gradually grew.