"If only I had an Oboroth/Obolos..."

I dreamed of a ferryman on a boat and woke up to find a return order had been issued. So my protagonist self and my companions would return to our homeland while killing, plundering, and eating human flesh, and we happened to meet a strange man named Minos and decided to travel with him. The day after I got married, I was sent to war, and I came to feel joy in killing and eating people. After traveling with Minos, I began to see Midas's half-siblings and acquaintances—though I couldn't tell if they were dreams, hallucinations, or reality—and without any logical connection, I suddenly came to know that if I pass one obol copper coin mouth-to-mouth to the ferryman I saw in my dream, I can board his boat. The blood-stained beautiful man in armor says that if there aren't more war deaths than deaths from disease, the Earth will perish. The sparkling narcissistic beautiful man predicts my death on the final day of plundering. I accept the death prediction straightforwardly and proceed toward my homeland. When I arrive at my home, I find my wife making love with my childhood friend inside the house, so I wait outside. I fall ill, and closing my eyes is my last moment of life. My childhood friend and wife dig a hole to bury me, the inconvenient one. Since I don't have the one obol copper coin to give to the ferryman who came before me, I refuse to board and instead grab Minos's swallowtail, crossing the river on foot toward the courthouse. And I intend to say "I'm home" to my distant grandfather Minos and my distant grandmother, the Queen of the Underworld.