Lake chuckled.
All right.
He now knew exactly what Charon, whose main soul was Mephisto's and who had fused with Ghost Rider's soul, had inherited from Mephisto.
Pride!
Or rather, stubbornness!
Back then, Lake had also promised Mephisto that if Old Mo submitted to him, Old Mo would become the King of the Underworld—second only to one, yet above ten thousand others.
What a pity.
Mephisto had not wanted that, and now Charon, who had inherited Mephisto's primary soul, was the same.
Charon would rather be a ferryman on the Styx than go to a living planet and become a Hell Monarch under the jurisdiction of the Underworld.
Heh.
Lake could not help shaking his head and laughing inwardly. Then he looked at Charon in front of him. "All right. Since you've decided to be the Styx Ferryman, then stay on and do it in peace. You have my word. On the Styx, no one can order you around."
Charon remained silent and motionless.
Seeing this, Lake turned and left after he finished speaking.
Charon's expression shifted slightly. Then he let out a sigh so faint it could barely be heard. He raised his pole and continued drifting through the Styx in his ferry.
His task was simple.
To guide them!
Charon was the ferryman of the Styx, responsible for ferrying the souls of the newly dead who appeared in Hell to the other side of the Styx—to the underworld.
As for going to the Underworld, that was not impossible either!
If you had a golden leaf, Charon could ferry you there.
And what was a golden leaf?
It was, of course, a golden leaf formed from a leaf of the Great Kui Tree, which had grown on a high mountain and had once been Queen of the Underworld Vivian's