That lone ghost stood before the gates of the underworld.
It was no ordinary ghost. He possessed a powerful Cosmo, like... the gods and Buddhas of the highest heavens.
The gods and Buddhas of the highest heavens possessed immense power. Such power brought harmony and peace to the world, purified sinful hearts, and calmed restless souls.
The energy surrounding this man was like that of a god or Buddha. He was the man closest to god—the Virgo Gold Saint, Shaka!
Shaka walked toward the gates of the underworld, and a dark figure emerged before his eyes.
"Who?" Shaka parted his lips slightly. Though his voice was soft, his words were transmitted through his Cosmo and reached the dark figure's ears with perfect clarity.
"Heh heh, you want to know who I am? I am the ferryman of the Acheron River in the underworld, nothing more than an ordinary ferryman. There is no need for you to ask my name."
Shaka asked curiously, "Why is there no need for me to ask your name? Could it be because you truly are just a nameless nobody?"
Shaka took a few more steps forward before finally making out the man's features. He wore jet-black Underworld armor, and his eyes were covered by dark lenses. It was clear that his face was hideous, like... a watchdog at the gates of Hades' hell!
"Then it seems I truly have no need to know your name." Shaka said softly, "But it seems that without your help, I will never be able to cross this river. Am I right?"
The ferryman burst into laughter. "I never expected you to be so clever. You truly are Shaka, the Virgo Gold Saint. That's right. Without me, the ferryman, you alone could never cross the Acheron River!"
"This Acheron River