In mythology, Charon is described as a filthy and ugly old man, wielding a long pole, his eyes breathing fire, piloting a small wooden boat, responsible for ferrying the souls on the River Styx.
However, evidently, in this highly modified drama mission, Charon had become...
A cargo ship.
A cargo ship painted black and red, equipped with large-caliber battleship cannons for the high seas.
"HOOOONK—!"
The resounding steam whistle echoed across the sea. Looking far into the distance, one could vaguely see a figure standing on the ship's deck, waving.
Ferry turned to explain with a smile, "Charon isn't the name of a specific person, but a codename for the ship. Besides humans, some large animals also depend on the ferry for transport, with different ferries transporting different kinds of souls. Of course, to welcome you, Counselor, the council specially adjusted the cargo ship schedule, clearing a ship just for you."
