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Mount Olympus, Earth... (The following events continue from Chapter 173.)

"Sigh, Why can't all worlds just not end... Well, time to move on and live again... Hades, I hope I find you before Zeus or Poseidon find me first, I want to be your next Persephone..."

The blonde woman in a long gown, had a single golden tear fall, thinking of all the wrongs done to her in her last go around on Earth, then she faded into motes of golden light...

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