As soon as Hodley opened his eyes in the first life, he found that he had become the villain god that everyone in the Olympus gods wanted to beat.
Before the new god's power could warm him up, the double critical attack stunned him first: his soft curves turned into a three-dimensional and tough boy's silhouette, and he was forced to unlock the hellish beginning of the "male villain god".
His mentality was blown to pieces on the spot, and he immediately entered the cynicism mode: looking at the upright gods in the sanctuary who pretended to be "love and justice" every day, he felt that they were all pretentious and fake; looking at the mortals who beat their heads to pieces with half a bag of grain, he felt that they were all fools who were just like flies and dogs. He was paralyzed on the black cliff fishing every day, with only one thought in his mind: destroy the world as soon as possible, and don't bother anyone.
It was at this time that he always bumped into a young man wrapped in black mist while he was half asleep. Even the other party's face is hidden in the shadows, but he can accurately catch his every complaint, from pretentious curses to intrigues, clearly demeaning all classes. Hoadley regarded him as his only soul confidant on the spot. The two of them clapped their thighs and shouted slogans in their dreams in the middle of the night. They jointly issued a declaration to destroy mankind. They even planned the countdown to the end of the world.
But whoever has ever dreamed understands that this kind of cruel talk is essentially an incompetent rage against reality.
When the horn of the divine war blew the mountains and the earth shook, and the heavenly fire burned from the sanctuary to the underworld, Hoadley was instantly discouraged - he didn't want to follow the whole world into ashes. In order to save his life, he picked up the war blade and rushed into the battlefield, shouting louder than all the decent saints: "Long live Athena! Protect world peace!"
In the end, he and Pegasus tried their best back to back and chopped into pieces the black mist wrapped around Hades's true body. The face that had been covered by the mist for countless years finally lifted up. A pair of big black European-style eyes stared at him, and his voice was as cold as being fished out from the bottom of the River Styx: "You betrayed our agreement, and liars should go to hell."
Holding the war blade, Hoadley froze on the spot, his mind filled with outrageous questions: Damn it? Co-author I am the confidant who complains about the world in my dreams every day, are you? You are a dignified Pluto, and you went to the dream of another villain god to become a netizen and talk about destroying the world. You also pretended to be a fan while hiding your identity, and now you blame me for betrayal? Why didn't you say you were Hades earlier? Do you still have the nerve to feel aggrieved?
In the second life, when he opened his eyes, he fell directly into an orphanage in the Italian countryside where wheat waves were drying.
The warm sunshine was wrapped in the scent of wheat, and there were familiar faces around him: Sasha, who was wearing braids, always secretly stuffed him with freshly baked hot bread, and her fingertips were dipped in the sweet juice of wild strawberries; squishy Aaron sat by the window painting oil paintings, with paint all over his face, like a kitten playing with colored pencils; even the pegasus who had hacked Hades back to back with him back then became a kid who competed with him for the honey pot, chasing him around the old oak tree three times a day. Hoadley originally thought that he could completely get rid of his identity as a villain god in this life, grow up peacefully, find a job as a helper in a village tavern, drink a glass of freshly squeezed grape juice every day and wait until death, and never get involved in the messy things of god wars.
But the gears of fate did not give him a chance to fish: Sasha naturally awakened as the reincarnation of Athena and was picked up by people from the sanctuary; blood began to ooze from Aaron's paintings, and the tip of his pen automatically outlined the outline of the underworld, becoming the human body chosen by Hades; he and Pegasus had just turned twelve when they were packed away by the Silver Saints who came to select their children, without even a chance to resist.
The Holy War still followed the same script to the end. The moment Hades' true body was forcibly pulled out of Aaron's body, those familiar black eyes stared at him again, and his voice was wrapped in unbreakable obsession, like a vine that had entangled him for hundreds of years: "Hoadley... You chose to betray me again."
The bronze holy clothes on Hoadley's body were about to burst under the pressure of this obsession, and he almost knelt down to Pluto on the spot: Brother! I was chosen by fate! I don't want to fight and kill at all!
As soon as the consciousness of the third life emerged from the gap in reincarnation, Hoadley jumped up from the halfway point of reincarnation, holding his head and shouting madly in his soul state to stop.
Don't come, don't come! I really don't want to be a villain god or a saint!
Lord Athena, I can work as your back-office and sweep the floor of the sanctuary, making sure every step is polished; Lord Pegasus, I can help you grab holy clothes and honey pots, but I will never compete with you for the output position; Lord Pluto, I will accompany you to complain about the world in your dreams and never rebel again. If you say to destroy the world, I will definitely support it with both hands!
Three ancestors, I beg you to be noble. Whoever wants to continue this broken cycle will continue it. I, Hodley, just want to find a small corner where there is no one, and live peacefully as an ordinary person for the rest of my life, and never get involved in any mess related to the God War!
Concept: What is the difference between reincarnation and resurrection?