Half an hour later, on the banks of the River Styx.
Sisyphus looked at the long-still surface of the river, his expression ugly.
He had already thrown away all the Coins of the Dead he had, but Ferryman Charon of the underworld river had yet to appear, steering his ferry.
Even more, as the ripples surged, the few coins he had tossed as payment gradually washed back to the shore.
Looking down at the wet Coins of the Dead at his feet, Sisyphus couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
What's going on? Is that old Charon refusing to take the job?
Isn't he always eager at the sight of money? Since when does he refuse business that comes knocking?
We can offer more money if it's not enough!
"Forget it, it doesn't look like we can count on him this time."
Luo En shook his head, squashing Sisyphus' impulse to increase the offer.