Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

Without locking the position or checking in advance, when he was ready, Ryan took a casual step and left everything to the unknown.

So when he walked out of the spiritual world and came to the world where humans live, what was in front of him was a door.

This seems to be the interior of a certain human building. This copper door divides it into two parts, the inside and the outside. You can see that there should have been guards here, but now they are empty.

"History? Because everything here originated from me, so I came here?"

Although it is done randomly, in the mythical world, there is no real randomness. Being able to come here means that this place has some weak connection with Ryan.

After looking around, he reached out and pushed open the door. The door, which weighed several tons and required the combined efforts of several people to open, opened in response, revealing the steps behind it.

It seems that this is still a very tall building, which is not common among humans today.

Walking in casually, under the illumination of lights on both sides of the steps, Ryan walked towards the top floor of the building.

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"Click——"

"Hey——"

The sound of friction between bronze knives and stone could be heard among the elevated structures. An old man with a wrinkled face was still continuing his work.

He is very old. As one of the oldest people born among the first humans created by Prometheus, his lifespan is approaching the end.

Looking at the furnishings on the floor here, there should have been many people here in the past, responsible for caring for and preserving these things, and he was the manager. But now, he is the only one left here.

However, sitting on the chair, the old man seemed unaware of the changes and just quietly carved what was in his hands.

In his palm, patterns and words gradually appeared on the smooth stone slab. If you look carefully, those patterns formed a tall pillar of fire.

A man with a vague face was tied to the fire pillar, surrounded by onlookers. In mid-air, a goddess holding a scale in her left hand and a sword in her right hand watched all this.

"."

".tread--"

"Tap-ta-"

Outside, the sound of footsteps gradually came from far to near, but the old man didn't react. On the table beside him, there were also many sheepskin scrolls with small words recorded on them.

These were originally one of the most precious treasures of bronze humans, but now, they are just a bunch of useless furnishings.

"tread--"

Finally, the footsteps stopped behind the old man. The shadow was reflected on the desk in front of him, reminding the old man of the presence of the visitor. However, he did not react to this unexpected stranger.

"If anything happens, please wait a moment, cough."

The old man kept moving his hands and said slowly:

"Whether you allow me to record these things or not, please wait until I complete it, and then you can take it away as a small ornament. If my humble request can be fulfilled, I will At the end of my life, I am grateful for your kindness to me."

The old man was dying, Ryan saw this, and he contracted the plague. According to the experience of the bronze humans at this time, he was bound to die, but even without this epidemic, he would not have been able to live much longer at his original age.

Just like an old saying deep in my memory, people are not afraid of death, but why should they be afraid of death? This is the case with the old people today. If there wasn't something else he wanted to do, Ryan didn't even think the other party would pay attention to his arrival.

However, looking at the stone carvings being gradually completed, his heart moved slightly, and Ryan still asked with interest:

"You guys? Who do you think I am?"

After climbing hundreds of stairs, he reached the top floor of this building. Looking at the scene in front of him, Ryan also understood what this place was for.

Hundreds of wooden shelves are placed in the spacious space, and creations with various narrative texts are stored on them. This is a place where human beings collect knowledge. They recorded in writing the technologies passed down by the Creator and from humans in the previous era, and then stored them here.

As for the old man in front of him, he seems to be the one responsible for sorting them out.

"You should be a god. Just like those young people said before, gods are coming to destroy mankind. They also want me to leave together, but where can I go if I leave? I can't live long, so I just stay here Got here."

"If the Bronze Humans can continue, they will come back one day and maybe see what I left behind. If the Bronze Humans are going to become extinct, then it won't make any difference where I stay."

The painting part was completed, and the old man began to carve words on the stone slab again. Looking at this scene, Ryan felt a little familiar.

"Young people? Although the bronze humans were indeed created at different ages, you actually existed for the same time. It's just that some were already middle-aged when they were born, and some were children."

Walking to the old man's side, Ryan looked at the stone slab.

"The length of life is not the standard for measuring youth and old age, this strange Highness. Mentality, knowledge, and views on the world, these are the reasons why I say they are young."

He coughed twice and seemed to be very interested in being able to talk to God in the last stage of his life. The old man seemed to be very interested in talking.

"you're right."

Nodding, Ryan felt that what the old man said made sense. Just like him, although he has lived for tens of thousands of years, no matter how he looks at it, he is younger than the old man in front of him.

Because of his mentality, he still has a desire to explore all things, has his own goals and desires, and will do something on a whim. These things determine youthfulness far more than the length of time.

"Wait a minute, you wrote it wrong."

Feeling that the old man was right, Ryan pointed out a mistake to him.

"Wrong writing?"

Stopping with his right hand, the old man followed his kindness and said:

"Then you don't know what's wrong?"

"It's not that the goddess of law recognized Mephistopheles' words and then promoted him to the Holy Spirit. God's punishment of humans didn't start from this point. The day when Prometheus created humans, the destruction of humans was already doomed. ”

The old man's stone slab seemed to connect the collapse of the Temple of Law, Mephistopheles' ascension from the fire, and all that followed. But Ryan knew that the connection between these things was not that strong.

"The Bronze Mankind is doomed, it is the will of the Olympians."

".Why?"

"Because it was the Illuminati who created man," Ryan replied with a smile, "not the God King."

The tall building filled with parchments and stone carvings fell silent for a while. The old man was silent for a moment. In fact, what Ryan said was that he had also thought about it. The previous oracle was like this.

The Olympus gods seemed to intentionally make humans think that the disasters they suffered were related to the two gods who created them. Perhaps those young people could not see it, but he could read the hidden meaning behind it.

However, the traces of the two gods on human beings are too heavy. Even in the face of the oracle, people subconsciously put the blame on Pandora, who does not know what role it played. This seems to be a sign of respect for the Creator, but it actually becomes their way of death.

"It seems that the Bronze Humans really have no chance of continuing. Only new humans will not have innate respect for the two gods who created humans."

Sighing, the old man looked at his half-finished slate, then pushed it aside.

He originally wanted to leave something to future generations, even if these descendants were humans of the next era. He hoped that just like the bronze humans learned the skills of the golden humans, future generations of humans would also get something from the legacy of the bronze humans. But if these were wrong, then there was no need for him to record them anymore.

"In that case, you are not an Olympian god."

Finally raising his head, the old man looked to his side.

Her long black hair hangs down on her shoulders, and she wears a green and gorgeous ring on her finger. The black robe is embroidered with dark golden lines. They don't seem to be constant, but are constantly changing and jumping.

This god looks young, but the old man knows that the age of a god cannot be judged by his appearance.

"I wonder if you have anything to give me when you come here today."

The voice was calm. Although the old man was a little regretful, he was not discouraged or humbled.

As a god, but talking to him as an equal, he must have something that he needs to do. In this case, he has nothing to be inferior to.

As the recorder of this knowledge, he had read the words of the one who was burned by the fire as relayed by others. Some of them he agreed with, others he thought were wrong, but one of them seemed very reasonable to the old man.

If there is nothing to seek, then both parties are spiritually equal. God can threaten a living person with death, but not a dying person.

"Orders? Not really."

Shaking his head, in the old man's somewhat surprised gaze, Ryan asked:

"Speaking of which, I still don't know your name."

"My name is Huma."

"It is said that in the golden age, the person responsible for recording history was called Hewa, so I gave myself a similar name. Rumor has it that he was like this at that time, recording the past of gods and humans on stone tablets. Unfortunately, I This is a chance encounter."

The old man looked a little regretful.

"Hewa. I remember him."

With a look of understanding on his face, Ryan remembered the name.

"Among the golden humans, he is also the one who is particularly outstanding, perhaps because he has stayed with their king for a long time. He could have been an immortal heroic spirit, but then he gave up on his own initiative, and then asked to be thrown into reincarnation and become a new one. s life."

"Reincarnation?"

He was not surprised that the god in front of him had seen the historian. After all, it was rumored that golden humans had a close relationship with the gods. In contrast, the old man cares more about this special thing.

"Well, souls in this world return to the spiritual world, and what determines their identity in the next life is reincarnation."

"Although he is responsible for recording history, he prefers to explore the unknown. I agreed to his request and gave him an additional reward as a reward for his hard work in the star space for thousands of years. I blurred his perception of time, allowing him to He will stay next to the Well of Reincarnation for the time being, and when the next human era comes, he will start a new life as a human being."

"So you saw our birth and destruction a long time ago?"

Not knowing that the birth of reincarnation was actually very short, Huma thought that the other party had foreseen the arrival of the next human era long before the birth of bronze humans.

Smiling self-deprecatingly, the old man suddenly asked:

"With all due respect, Your Highness, if fate is truly unchangeable, then is the same true for God?"

"It was like this in the past, and the gods were like puppets on the strings of the world itself; things are different now, but there are still some things that cannot be changed."

Ryan smiled, and the main body of Chaos's destiny was being impacted more and more. Even his understanding of the myths of later generations may not be taken seriously.

For example, Athena and Vulcan have not yet come to this world.

"So much for the gossip. I promised Prometheus to come here on the day when mankind was destroyed, so I came. Meeting you was just a coincidence."

"Let's do this," Ryan said happily: "Follow me, while I am still in the human world. You can tell me about your past, your knowledge, and the gods in your eyes. As a price, , I promise to bring you back to life and be preserved from this disaster.”

"So will humankind continue?" the old man asked.

"Probably not."

Shaking his head slightly, although Ryan promised to help some people survive the disaster, that was all.

Even if everyone survived, they would not be able to continue civilization without women, not to mention that Lane didn't think he would meet many mortals worth saving.

"That's not necessary. I don't need a new student."

The old man stood up and lifted a stone carving from the side with difficulty.

"With your permission, let me record everything that happens today as a bronze human historian."

"I will record your deeds on the stone slabs, just like the tiles of the ancient golden age of humanity. This is my gift to you, and I hope that it will represent the bronze humanity and live with you forever."

"Um?"

Slightly startled, after listening to the old man's request, Ryan looked squarely at this ordinary old man for the first time.

In his eyes, Ryan did not see any fear of death.

".If this is what you want, then I allow it."

"However, there is no need to give it to me. Let's leave it to humans themselves."

The torrent of the times is rolling forward. Perhaps those bright souls are more than heroic epics.

No matter in his previous life or in this life, Ryan has never been a person who would risk his life for certain 'ideals', but he has always respected the decisions of these idealists.

So he glanced around, and finally his eyes passed through the wall and saw the entire city of Aurora.

The city has become chaotic, with people venting their fears, except in a few places. For example, the tall and towering temple, and the charred figure kneeling on the ground.

"In the temple of the God King, where is your former high priest kneeling?"

"Yes, that is the sanctuary of the God King."

"In the past it belonged to humans, but now, God has shown miracles there——"

The old man seemed to understand something, but he was already dying, and mankind was about to perish. Now, the only thing he wants to do is to leave as many traces of his Bronze Age to future generations as possible.

And Ryan's reply did not disappoint him.

"Then put it there, in front of the great temple where bronze humans worship the God-King, and place it as the last poem of this era."

"Everything started because of Prometheus and was born out of deception, so the end of this era should also be buried with them."

With a smile on his face, Ryan said slowly:

"Let your record live with that ugly soul."

"The noble and the mean complement each other."