Myth: 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——"

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

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.

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.

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

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.

"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."

"Wait a minute, you wrote it wrong."

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.

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

"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."

"Ah-"

"Wrong writing?"

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.

"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."

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

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?"

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

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.

"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."

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

".Why?"

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.

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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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

".tread--"

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.

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.

"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. ”

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

"tread--"

"you're right."

Realizing that what the old man said was reasonable, Ryan pointed out a mistake to him.

"Tap-ta-"

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.

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

"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.