Death Knocks on Hell’s Door Chapter 66

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After returning from the underworld, Thanatos underwent a subtle change.

Having grown accustomed to Yanluo’s usual carefree attitude, the earnest and serious conversation that day had left a deep impression on Thanatos. Seeing Yanluo in such a solemn light was a little bit……

Irresistible.

It was hard for a god not to be moved.

Thanatos didn’t know what this feeling was. He had no heartbeat, no pulse, not even a real body. Any change within him could only be reflected through his actions.

He no longer maintained a safe distance of over a meter from Yanluo, nor did he keep his words to a bare minimum. Although he still wasn’t particularly talkative, at least now he wasn’t merely responding with curt replies whenever Yanluo spoke to him.

Yanluo was more than pleased with this development. He didn’t just want the little reaper to accept him. He wanted Thanatos to embrace this world as well.

Even the Black and White Impermanence had noticed the change. The God of Death had been typing more in their conversations lately. Perhaps they had finally grown familiar with each other. Or perhaps, the God of Death had a change of heart.

Seizing the moment, Fan Wujiu sent a message.

Fan Wujiu: Should I add them to the chat?

The “they” referred to the Four Judges, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, and Granny Meng. King Yan had given direct orders: the more friends the God of Death made in the East, the better. The Black and White Impermanence were only the vanguard. Ideally, it would be best if everyone could go into action. Thanatos had to feel at home in Chinese underworld.

After posting the mission in Yanluo Psychological Clinic, Yanluo left the rest to Fan Wujiu, who wasted no time forwarding it to the Proletarian Union group chat.

Meng Wan, upon receiving the message, had only one thought: Got it. His Majesty wants to give the God of Death a warm home. We’re already at the “discussing marriage” stage.

She was an old know-it-all, always at the forefront of shipping people. Recently, she had been bouncing back and forth between being a devoted CP fan and a mom supporter.

Over the past few days, the Black and White Impermanence had been working on building rapport with Thanatos while simultaneously live-streaming updates in the group chat. Now, the entire group was obsessed with the God of Death, but no one was more invested than Meng Wan. Every day, her messages were filled with:

“Thanatos is too cute! He’s so gentle, my heart is melting! I officially declare myself a fan of everything he says! Quick, someone share his latest messages for me to see!”

Xie Bian responded dryly: He only sent a dot.

Granny Meng: What an adorable dot!!!

Xie Bian: ……

He truly didn’t understand this motherly filter. Clearly, Thanatos was tens of thousands of years older than Granny Meng.

But he had to admit that Thanatos was indeed a kind soul. Although he didn’t speak much, every word carried an unshakable gentleness and compassion. The gods of the underworld found themselves utterly defenseless against it.

At first, they had reached out to him because of His Majesty’s orders. Now, they genuinely wanted to befriend the God of Death.

After all, their King Yan had always been that kind of god that inspired loyalty without ever needing to ask for it.

Of course, that didn’t stop them from creating a separate group chat to complain about their stingy boss.

Whenever the Black and White Impermanence vented to Thanatos about work, they would also share amusing stories from their daily tasks, many of which involved their colleagues. Thanatos found these Eastern gods incredibly intriguing. So when Xie Bian asked if he could forward their chat logs to the others, Thanatos hesitated for a moment. Then, feeling both shy and uncertain, he nodded in agreement.

After sending the messages, Xie Bian added, “They all think you’re cute.”

Thanatos: “……”

More…… more embarrassment.

Eastern gods were truly too kind.

Thanatos had been curious about the Black and White Impermanence’s colleagues for a long time but had never mustered the courage to say he wanted to meet them. Sensing his guarded nature, the Black and White Impermanence had refrained from adding those gods to their small group. If too many people joined at once, Thanatos might retreat into silence again.

But lately, he had become more open. Seeing this, Fan Wujiu finally asked if he would like them to invite those colleagues into the chat.

Thanatos typed out the word “Okay,” then let it sit in the message box for what felt like an eternity before finally gathering the courage to send it.

He needed to take a step forward. To meet more people. To stop shutting himself away.

The moment Fan Wujiu received Thanatos’ approval, he took a screenshot and sent it to the Proletarian Union group chat, which instantly erupted into chaos.

Grand Meng: I can finally chat with the God of Desth! I’m a little nervous. Should I burn incense and take a ritual bath first?

Zhong Kui: Get a grip. You’re just meeting a Western god. If His Majesty hears about this, he’ll say you’re worshipping foreign gods again.

Cui Jue: Oh, please. His Majesty is the God of Death’ number one fan. Haven’t you noticed? He never posts on Moments, but he actually made a post the other day. He said the God of Death’s finger bones are so slender and beautiful, tiny and cute. I was shocked.

Wei Zheng: Wait, what? I didn’t see that post.

Cui Jue: He probably set the visibility to ‘Only Me.’ I screenshotted it the second I saw it, but when I refreshed, it was gone. Here, I’ll send proof so you know I’m not making this up. Image.jpg

Lu Zhidao: So His Majesty is actually a pervert in private???

Granny Meng: Oh my god, not even my wildest fanfiction can top this!

Lu Zhidao: Miss Meng, don’t just talk big. Where’s your actual content?

Granny Meng: I’m writing it, I swear! I’ll send it tonight. To be honest, ever since I became a mom fan, I’ve found it hard to write that kind of content about my precious boy…… but after seeing King Yan’s post, I’ve fully converted back into a CP fan. Time to feed the fandom!

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Meanwhile, Thanatos remained completely unaware of the utter chaos unfolding in the other group chat.

The moment Thanatos sent his approval, a wave of unfamiliar gods flooded into the chat. What was once a quiet group with only him and the Black and White Impermanence now had ten members.

With so many new faces, Thanatos suddenly didn’t know how to speak. They all seemed well-acquainted, while he remained the outsider, unsure of how to join the conversation.

But the newcomers knew exactly who the focus should be. One after another, they greeted him with such enthusiasm that he barely knew how to respond.

Wei Zheng: Hello.

Granny Meng: I can finally talk to you! You’re absolutely adorable!!!

Cui Jue: Do you remember me? We met at Yanluo Hotel the other day. I didn’t realize you were the God of Death back then and mistook you for a little demon. It was really rude of me.

Lu Zhidao: Lao Hei and Lao Bai have told us a lot about you. We’ve been looking forward to meeting you for a while now.

Ox-Head: But they were afraid we’d scare you, so they waited until now to bring us in.

Horse-Face: Come by Yanluo Bar sometime. I work security there.

Then, Zhong Kui, ever the straightforward one, sent a voice message. When Thanatos tapped on it, a deep, booming “Hello!” filled the room. He couldn’t help but laugh.

He had been chatting online for so long but had never once sent a voice message. He hesitated, then tried recording one himself.

“Hello,” he said softly, playing it back a few times. But no matter how he listened, it sounded awkward. In the end, he canceled the recording and simply typed out his reply instead.

Thanatos: Hello, everyone.

Thanatos: I’ve heard a lot about you from the Black and White Impermanence as well.

Overcoming social anxiety couldn’t happen overnight. He had to take it one step at a time.

His response only made the underworld gods even more excited. Friend requests poured in one after another, and before long, his contact list had grown by an entire row.

They continued chatting for a long time. By then, Thanatos had a clear understanding of just how popular he was in the underworld. It was both embarrassing and a little nice.

They were a group of very cute gods.

Granny Meng: By the way, when should we meet irl? We’re not far from each other anyway. Let’s have a gathering at Yanluo Bar! I own the place, so I’ll make sure your drinks are on the house.

Meet irl?

The phrase was unfamiliar to him. Thanatos quickly looked it up and realized it meant meeting online acquaintances in real life.

The thought made him hesitate again.

This was much more difficult than chatting through the screen.

Thanatos got along well with the Black and White Impermanence online, but in reality, even though they lived just a floor apart, he deliberately avoided running into them. He was afraid that they would greet him, afraid that he would need to respond.

But……

“Little Reaper, why should you feel inferior or afraid? You should be confident and proud.”

He recalled Yanluo’s words. He shouldn’t keep running away in fear.

Thanatos: Some other day.

He didn’t refuse outright, but he also didn’t agree to meet immediately.

He needed time to prepare himself.

To Meng Wan, this was already a great answer.

The group chat stayed lively all afternoon, but as Meng Wan announced she had things to do, the others also began logging off one by one, and the conversation gradually quieted down.

Thanatos opened his map and searched for Yanluo Bar’s location. It was a bit far.

At least for him, the thought of navigating through crowds of people felt like a daunting challenge. The last time he had been forced to go out, he had been very uncomfortable the entire way.

He hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to take a short walk outside.

Just to get used to this world, little by little.

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By evening, Yanluo had finished his work in the underworld and appeared in the first-floor living room.

Just in time to see Thanatos pushing the door open and stepping inside.

Yanluo was slightly surprised. The little reaper had gone out on his own?

“Where did you go?” he asked casually.

Thanatos replied, “To see the beauty of the world.”

Yanluo’s gaze lifted. “Oh?”

Thanatos hesitated before adding, “……I walked around the flowerbeds in the courtyard.”

In the end, he still hadn’t found the courage to step beyond the gates of the complex.

“Pfft—” Yanluo couldn’t hold back a laugh.

Thanatos pressed his lips together and turned to head upstairs.

……What was so funny?

He had taken a small step physically, but mentally, it was a giant leap forward.

As Thanatos took a few steps up the staircase, Yanluo chuckled. “You did well. The flowers in the courtyard are beautiful. Next time, you can try visiting the park nearby. It’s just a hundred meters outside the complex, only a few steps away.”

The corners of Thanatos’ lips lifted ever so slightly. Being praised like this felt nice.

Yanluo watched as the little reapers ascended the stairs, his steps noticeably lighter. Only when Thanatos disappeared around the landing did Yanluo withdraw his gaze, smoothing the smile from his face.

Returning to his usual demeanor, he opened the Underworld Work group chat and sent a message.

Yanluo: How’s the progress on the task I assigned you last time? Have you gotten close to Thanatos yet?

Yanluo: I have a new mission for you all @everyone

Meanwhile, over in another chat, Granny Meng, who had excused herself earlier claiming to be busy, had actually gone off to write her fanfiction.

After personally chatting with Thanatos and experiencing firsthand just how cute he was, inspiration flowed like a spring. Fueled by creative fervor, she powered through ten thousand words in one sitting. The moment she finished, she eagerly dropped the document into the group chat.

Granny Meng: 【Document】

Grnany Meng: I finished it, brothers!

Granny Meng: “Why is no one saying anything? Come on, give me some feedback! This is a ten-thousand-word masterpiece I painstakingly wrote for you!

The group chat remained eerily silent. Instead, a notification popped up in another chat.

Lu Zhidao: Miss Meng…… did you send this to the wrong group?

Cui Jue: Retract it while you still can. We’re coworkers, after all. I’d hate to have to clean up your remains.

Granny Meng: ??? I didn’t send it to the group with Thanatos! I know better than to wave my CP flag in front of the main characters!

Wei Zheng: Then maybe you should look at the group name first.

Meng Wan glanced up at the chat name. This was indeed the Proletarian Union group chat.

The last message in the group with the God of Death was from earlier that afternoon, meaning she definitely hadn’t sent it there.

……So where had her ten-thousand-word epic gone?

With a growing sense of dread, she slowly turned her gaze to the group name where she sent the document—

Underworld Work.

Several agonizing moments passed before a new message finally appeared on her screen.

Yanluo: What kind of feedback are you looking for?

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