Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

Chapter 165: 167: How Did I Become Dionysus?

Chapter 165: Chapter 167: How Did I Become Dionysus?

The exchange ended quickly, but it seemed the matter was far from over. Qin Muye denied having the bloodline of Hades, which was also the truth.

But Hades disagreed, feeling that Qin Muye should not remain in the Mortal World, but rather accompany him back to the Netherworld.

After all, the Mortal World was too dangerous for him.

Unlike Poseidon and Zeus, Hades had no offspring, so theoretically, if Qin Muye agreed, he would become the legitimate heir to the King of the Netherworld.

And Queen Persephone, presumably, would hold her nose and acknowledge him, since she too had no issue.

“Lord Hades, why are you so certain that I am your progeny? There is no similarity between us, neither in appearance nor bloodline,” Qin Muye said calmly.

Hades seemed to have sensed something, so after Qin Muye left, he followed close by Qin Muye’s side.

“Dionysus, appearance is not the measure of bloodline, divine power is.”

“If appearance were to be the criterion for bloodline, then how would Typhon recognize his offspring?”

“Come back with me to the Netherworld, and I will make you one of the members of Mount Olympus, perhaps even one of the chief gods.”

Qin Muye realized where he heard the name Dionysus before—it sounded familiar, like the god of wine in Ancient Greek legend, Dionysus and Dionysus indeed are pronounced the same…

But he remembered that this god of wine was supposedly a son of Zeus.

And by the looks of it, Hades was dead set on taking him. This was starting to feel dangerous.

“Cough, Lord Hades, have you considered something? Implying that the god of wine, Dionysus, is me, might not be such a good idea,” Qin Muye spoke up.

“God of Wine?” Hades asked strangely: “Dionysus, how did you know the divine role I’ve arranged for you is the god of wine and revelry?”

Qin Muye felt twisted—according to his memory, the god of wine’s father was Zeus and his mother was Semele, a mortal. How did this end up over his head?

What’s more important is that if his identity were indeed such, wouldn’t that be a disaster?

“Of course, if you don’t like the name Dionysus, you can choose Zagros—I will arrange the position of the nocturnal shepherd god for you,” Hades said generously.

He always felt these two gods might be the unlucky ones.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have fallen to him out of the blue. The reason was simple—if he carried the Main Character Aura, he would undoubtedly believe it, but the problem was that he did not have the Main Character Aura; rather, he was saddled with the main character’s troubles.

Such chances that came knocking couldn’t be trusted so easily, or he would definitely die a terrible death.

“But I am not your progeny. Would you consider finding a way to verify our bloodline relationship to make sure?” Qin Muye suggested.

He spoke so naturally to buy time, looking to see if he could complete his task and escape.

Although Hades showed no sign, his power was at least a level 8 from the start, only somewhat restricted due to the restoration of Ancient Greek myths. But it was exactly because of this restoration that, despite certain limitations, his authority became even more terrifying.

“Fine, as long as it is proven that you are of my blood, you will come back with me to live in the Netherworld, is that it?” Hades said.

For Hades, the Mortal World was indeed dangerous. Zeus was waiting to pounce, and Hera would not allow him to have an offspring either.

So he was so insistent on taking him back quickly and arranging his deification.

Yet Qin Muye felt that he was neither Dionysus nor Zagros, and more importantly, he did not have any Titan bloodline within him.

Bloodline verification would definitely not become reality.

Just as he was thinking of escaping, Hades took out a poplar tree seed imbued with the aura of the Netherworld and planted it, then handed Qin Muye a watering can.

“Water the poplar tree. If it takes root and sprouts, then you are indeed my and Liu Ke’s offspring; if it doesn’t, then I am mistaken,” Hades declared.

“…”

Damn, is it really that efficient?

And where did those two things come from? He didn’t see them.

And couldn’t we use something more scientific, like a DNA test?

Oh… this is a world of fairy tales and myths; there’s no such thing as DNA testing here, and these seemingly unreliable methods of verification are often very reliable.

Qin Muye naturally didn’t care, and casually took the watering can.

He might have frozen to death just from touching it, if not for the fact that he was the Lord of Hell combined with the Crimson Ancestor, which quickly exempted him from the chill.

He guessed that this might be Netherworld River water, otherwise how could it be so horrifying.

He casually poured a couple of times, and the ground returned to calm, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere.

“You see, I told you I’m not, right? Lord Hades, you’re definitely mistaken…” Qin Muye was saying when he suddenly noticed a sprout breaking through the soil.

“Dionysus, have you ever thought that sprouting isn’t that quick, even if it’s magical, it still needs a bit of time,” Hades said, his tone laced with mockery.

‘Damn… is this unfortunate white horse prince really the son of Hades?’

Qin Muye was dumbfounded. He didn’t believe he was truly a son of Hades; it could only be the work of his Skill.

Otherwise, there was no explaining the actual sprouting of the plant, although he didn’t rule out the possibility that Hades had been up to some mischief to deliberately trick him.

“Can we change the name? I don’t want Dionysus or Zagros as my name.”

The former was a god of wine, and although Qin Muye didn’t recognize the latter, he had a feeling it wasn’t good.

“How about Pluto?”

Qin Muye thought, well, the matter of the name could wait till later; he didn’t want to die young.

“How about we put the name aside for now and talk about delaying my return?” Qin Muye felt that if he went back now, he would definitely be exposed.

At this point, it seemed he had truly replaced the white horse prince, and Lord Era was just too powerful; even Hades couldn’t tell him apart from the original.

It was even possible that his current appearance was that of the original, but he didn’t have the Divine Race bloodline.

If he really had one, he would have dissected himself several times by now to extract it.

So without the bloodline, that was the biggest flaw, and if he did have it, he wouldn’t mind being the son of Hades at all.

He had the Super Space-Time Transmission Channel, and if anyone in the Magic Continent or any other instance dared to confront him, he could simply call on King and Queen of the Underworld. More shamelessly, he could even claim to be the grandson of Gaia and then just bulldoze through the instances.

As long as he climbed up the familial ladder, he could call Creator God Chaos Chaos his great-grandfather.

‘If possible… I wouldn’t mind adding a bit of the Titan Divine Race bloodline.’

Although his identity was that of a love child of Hades and Liu Ke, it was one that spanned three generations of the Titan Divine Race, even Typhon could be claimed as a relative.

‘If I play my cards right and truly become part of the Titan Divine Race, would going into instances be like family reunions?’

At this moment, Qin Muye also realized something—he had to dig deeper into his own identity. He suspected that his previous world’s Priest identity might also harbor hidden benefits, a pity he hadn’t unearthed them before being thrust into the role of the King of Hell.

Qin Muye knew that with his current strength, fully exploiting the benefits of a world was still beyond him.

Like the Horror Universe, had he really seen a whole world? Not necessarily—it was at best a provincial agency. Beyond the human planet lay a vast cosmos.

The benefits he gained in the Horror Universe were but a drop in the ocean.

The Titan Divine Race was really chaotic, and he worried he might be dragged into their mess one day.

Plus, being Hades was somewhat awkward, for though he had power, he lived in the Netherworld.

‘Forget it, first I’ll try to get close to Hades, and if successful, at least my safety is guaranteed.’

Now that Hades had recognized him, refusal was futile.

It was better to take this opportunity to see if he could get this situation confirmed.

With a powerful ally to hold onto, he certainly wasn’t going to let go.

“That’s fine, I’ll give you three days to familiarize yourself with matters of the Mortal World, then I’ll fetch you back to the Netherworld,” Hades said, though his words seemed not meant for Qin Muye but for some other god to hear.

Qin Muye was relieved, and naturally, Hades was pleased as well.

So a day or two here or there didn’t really matter, and he was indifferent about it.

But he was still worried that Zeus or Hera might pull some tricks, so he gave a warning.

“Then, thank you very much, Lord Hades,” Qin Muye said.

As for calling him dad, that was something he really couldn’t do, after all, he was a fake, not the real deal.

To be honest, Hades was just a stranger to him.