Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

It's spring again.

The sky is glowing with clouds, and the moist gentle breeze is blowing on the earth. The morning after the rain is always so intoxicating, but Pandora's mood when she just woke up is not beautiful at all.

Yesterday, she once again sent away the goddess who came to show off to her on purpose. This time, the other party brought a string of pearl bracelets, which were said to be jewelry conceived at the bottom of the deep sea by some shellfish that survived the previous era.

Thalia described the origins of these shellfish in detail: they were born in the Golden Age, absorbing the essence of water in the ocean and the starlight in the sky, and it took hundreds of years to give birth to a pearl.

Although the other party didn't say a word of ridicule, the implication could not be clearer. Pandora didn't understand how there could be such a boring god in this world.

But I can't say for sure, because the daily life of gods is indeed quite boring now. Maybe Thalia is just here to have fun.

But what Pandora can't accept is that this pleasure may very well be her.

"So, what exactly is in this?"

Sitting at the table, Pandora tapped the pottery pot covered with mysterious patterns.

Now, she is alone where she lives. Epimetheus has gone somewhere. Her daughter Pyrrha was taken away to play by her cousin. She may not come back in a few days. Only Pandora is left alone. here.

At a certain moment, Pandora even felt that the eye blinked, but then she realized that it was just an illusion.

"Just this once."

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That night.

The intertwined lines on it look like an eye.

There was an innocent smile on the face of the 'young man'. Together with the invisible air current, he looked at the struggle and luck of his 'wife' in the house in the distance through the open window. But the difference was that the latter Didn't know he existed.

Yes, only once, under the dim starlight, Pandora secretly swore.

Without the moonlight, the earth looked extremely dark, and the starlight was not very bright today, with only a hazy light appearing and disappearing.

Pursing her lips, Pandora unconsciously stroked her long hair hanging from her shoulders.

This is just an ordinary jar, no different from any other. If the only special thing about it is that it contains something unusual.

She remembered Hades' instructions, but as Thalia said, the master of Hades did not actually say what consequences would come from opening it. Even if there were, with the blessing of the gods, it would not be able to cause harm to Pandora.

"Hmph, all your things are borrowed, but Pluto's gift belongs exclusively to me!"

She freely spread her thoughts and imagined various futures. Perhaps because of her innate nature, she has a strong desire to explore everything, which makes her intolerable that there is such a thing that she doesn't know about right next to her, right in front of her.

"But I can't see them at all!"

Everything was quiet, and she seemed to be the only one here. Everything was gone away from her, except for the woman lying on the bed and the clay pot that seemed to be looking at her.

The wind god, most likely the west wind god, Epimetheus had heard of his name. He was reused because he presented the artifact to Zeus, which was completely different from the treatment of the Sun God who also surrendered to the enemy.

She stretched out her hand halfway and then quickly retracted it. Pandora forced herself not to look at it.

"This is obviously a gift to me."

It can absorb disaster and pain, but Pandora is not aware of these conceptual existences. He tried asking Epimetheus, but he also said he knew nothing. So in her eyes, this was just an ordinary clay pot, nothing special.

According to the sun god Helios, the heroic spirits and star gods who used to roam the star space seemed to be busy with other things. When he drove the sun chariot through the sky, they were rarely seen. Therefore, most of the mortals closed their doors at night recently, and the gods did not go out much.

This ordinary clay pot seemed to have magic power, and it always aroused her attention recently. This is especially true when you stay at home alone.

"if."

"Phew—I can't open it."

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"Only one chance."

"It seems that the god who often came here before is him. Also, there is no more suitable candidate than the God of Wind."

The air after the rain carried the fragrance of petals. Lying on the bed in the bedroom, Pandora's eyes were a little dull.

But today there are two exceptions. Behind the clouds floating in mid-air, Epimetheus looked over the garden. Although there was nothing there visually, he was sure that there was an invisible air flow there.

"The divine power of the gods was limited on the earth. They were even deceived by mortals for decades, but it was not until the mortals despicably betrayed their creator that the gods realized this. Epimetheus told me Get over this."

His breathing became rapid, which was particularly obvious in the quiet environment. In the past, she had tried to open the jar more than once, but gave up every time.

Hecate, the goddess of the magic web, some say she is a divinely created being born during the second generation of god kings, just like Pandora; others say she is actually a descendant of a certain Titan god, but that person is rumored to be her father's material destroyer The god has not appeared in the world for a long time.

No one knows where he is, and it is naturally difficult to verify. At least for now, Pandora is willing to believe that it is a life similar to herself.

Biting his lip, the sky outside had darkened. It was another night with stars and no moon. On such a day, some kind of silent throbbing surged in Pandora's heart.

It is said that the Goddess of the Magic Network was born on such a night with stars and no moon. She came to the world with heavenly fire, walked on the earth for thousands of years, and finally ascended to the throne of God. Perhaps fate also indicates that this is the most suitable opportunity. ?

Feeling a little irritated, Pandora put the jar on the table and went out to relax alone.

As for the additional gift from the underworld god named Lyanna, Pandora was even more confused.

'Nothing is impossible', she wants to become a god and want that boring Thalia to be afraid of her. These are impossible things, so can this clay pot help her do it?

"Maybe. Really?"

Whispering softly, Pandora sat up from the bed.

He snorted coldly, as if to comfort himself. But even though she said that, Pandora had no idea how this jar worked.

As early as the beginning, Epimetheus actually knew that someone might come to monitor them, so even though he was not a talkative person, he still deliberately said Prometheus's warning before leaving.

But this is not something that happens in a day or two. In recent years, the brightest stars in the ecliptic star field have become much dimmer than usual.

If there was no precedent in the world, she might not have such thoughts, but there happened to be one.

Apart from flowers and plants, the only thing that could keep her company was this jar with an unknown purpose.

Then a certain guy actually showed some clues, and over the next ten years, his position was gradually figured out.