# 1802
Chapter 1802
Chapter 1795: Interrogation
……Dead?
Lin Qiye's gaze swept over the causalities listed on this paper, his grip tightening with each passing moment.
In this world, only two people could see karmic connections—one was the Fate Monk, and the other was him. Since 【Causeless Cause��� was on par with 【Determined Fate】, not even the Fate Monk could deceive his eyes.
The deaths represented by these names were real. The remaining two hundred people were on the brink of death and absolutely could not survive until they reached Olympus.
"So, their purpose from the start was to kill ordinary people for venting?" A blazing fury ignited in Lin Qiye's eyes. "These beasts...!!!"
Murderous intent ran rampant. As the Fate Monk was about to speak, Lin Qiye roared once more at the void beside him:
"Shut up!"
The Fate Monk froze.
Without a word, Lin Qiye first dove his consciousness into the Asylum of the Gods and killed the endlessly chattering 【Chaos】, then returned to reality, his expression gloomy enough to drip water.
The Fate Monk realized that the remark hadn't been directed at him, so he asked, "What do you plan to do?"
The fury on Lin Qiye's face gradually receded, quickly returning to his usual composure. However, faint cold gleams flickered in his eyes.
Lin Qiye's primary goal in coming to Olympus had been to rescue people... But now those people were dead. All that remained between them and Olympus was endless hatred. If this was about revenge, without absolute overwhelming certainty, charging up to Olympus would be sheer recklessness—百害而无一利.
After a moment of contemplation, he spoke coldly:
"Then we'll wait three more days... After three days, we will wash Olympus in blood!"
Upon seeing this, the Fate Monk's expression finally relaxed somewhat. He gave a slight nod. "Since you're back, I'll leave these matters to you. I'll find you again in three days."
The Fate Monk walked out of the office, closed the door, and slowly made his way toward the end of the corridor.
The dusky evening sun fell upon his mud-stained cassock, his shadow walking between light and shadow. His slender fingertips reached into his怀中, slowly drawing out another list...
He glanced at this list, flicked it gently, and it turned into countless fragments, scattering into the wind.
"Don't blame me... Everything is for final victory."
...
Olympus.
Beneath the low-hanging dark clouds, a massive "three"—like a sword of Damocles hanging over the fate of every Greek god—loomed above their heads.
Hades, Lord of the Underworld, draped in a black robe, walked into a dim palace. Scarlet bloodstains splattered across the floor tiles, already crusted over.
At the deepest part of the palace, a figure covered in blood and grime hung from an iron frame, head drooping, looking as if dead.
"How is it?" Hades' voice rang out low and deep.
"Still hasn't said a word." A sinister figure in armor, clutching a whip lined with thorns, replied respectfully.
"Seems like a tough nut."
Hades chuckled lightly and walked to the figure, lifting her chin with one hand...
Xia Simeng's eyes were obscured by blood and grime, her eyelashes matted together. Through the bloody gaps, she gazed at the man before her, the corners of her pale lips lifting slightly.
"Hehe... Isn't this the famous Lord Hades of the Underworld? What brings you to visit little old me... No gifts?"
"Gifts? What kind of gift do you want?"
"Like, say, the front teeth you lost when you invaded Great Xia? hahaha..."
Xia Simeng's arrogant laughter echoed through the palace. Hades' gaze instantly chilled. His slender fingers closed around Xia Simeng's throat, cutting off her laughter abruptly. A cold, sinister energy seeped from his fingertips into Xia Simeng's body, dyeing her neck a purplish hue.
"I don't want to waste words with you... Since you're Athena's agent, did she contact you these past few years? Where did she go with Nyx?" Hades' voice was ice cold.
Xia Simeng's pupils gradually dilated. She opened her mouth, her voice hoarse:
"No..."
Hades furrowed his brows and asked again, "Since you're Athena's agent, your position in the Great Xia Night Watch can't be low... Tell me, what moves has Great Xia made recently? Besides those human gods, what other trump cards do you have?"
Xia Simeng's face was ashen. It was as if she could no longer withstand the corrosive power of the Lord of the Underworld. She murmured something, but it was too indistinct to hear.
Hades released his grip and leaned closer to Xia Simeng. "What did you say?"
"I... said... Great Xia... recently... is going to..."
Hearing these vague words, Hades' eyes brightened slightly.
"Is going to... give me a vacation... ten days... no... twenty days..."
Hades was stunned. After a moment, he came to his senses and stared fixedly at the Xia Simeng before him. "You're toying with me?!"
Xia Simeng burst out laughing, showing no signs of her earlier near-death state. Her eyes were full of mockery.
Fury blazed in Hades' eyes. He snatched the whip from the guard beside him and疯狂地 whipped it across Xia Simeng's body. The thorns emanating cold energy tore through flesh, and splattering blood flew through the palace!
Yet Xia Simeng merely clenched her teeth tightly, her body rigid like a corpse, showing no sign of feeling any pain at all.
After a full half-minute of whipping, Xia Simeng's breath had nearly vanished. Only then did Hades slowly stop, his heaving chest gradually calming. He coldly glanced at her.
"Throw her back in the cage. Don't let her die. Drag her out again tomorrow for more!"
As his words fell, Hades' form dissolved into a shadow and vanished from the palace.
Following instructions, the guard untied the dying Xia Simeng from the iron frame. With a dull thud, she collapsed to the ground like soft mud. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her toward a massive cage, as if disposing of trash.
This cage was shaped most peculiarly. From a distance, it looked like a golden birdcage—elegant yet sturdy. Even the hazy gray mist was kept at bay outside the bars, as if it were the dwelling of some divine bird.
But now, this golden birdcage was packed with humans in a black mass.
These humans had disheveled hair and dirty faces, huddling together蜷缩 in various corners of the cage. A rough count revealed over a thousand people.
At this moment, at the edge of the birdcage, several injured young women silently gazed toward the direction of the palace. As the guard dragged Xia Simeng out from the blood pool, their pupils constricted sharply. They instinctively tried to stand, but restrained themselves, curling back into their positions as if nothing had happened.
Creak——
The guard opened the cage door, tossed Xia Simeng inside carelessly, wiped the blood from his hands in disgust, and turned to leave.
Only after confirming he was gone did those young women rush forward, cradling the blood-soaked Xia Simeng in their arms:
"Captain?! Are you okay, Captain?!!"