Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

Mount Olympus, Athena's circular library.

The brief exchange before had come to an end, and the palace fell into silence again, with only the sound of dripping wax oil occasionally being heard.

Ancient books are floating in the air, and a halo of light that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye shrouds the bookshelf. Information is interacting, as if something is being absorbed and spliced.

When the will of its true master departed, the artifact fell back into Athena's control. At this moment, under her control, the contents recorded in the library documents were extracted, filtered and pieced together under the power of authority.

No matter what she does next, it will not affect Athena's understanding of the past of this world. What's more, after the previous conversation, the goddess's emphasis on these documents has also increased by more than one level.

After understanding what she was going to do, Athena finally understood her current environment. This is a false world, but it carries a complete destiny that is recognized by the world. The reason why it turns fiction into reality is because her memory about the secret of the God King involves some terrible power. .

Therefore, everything here can be believed, but it cannot be completely believed. Of course, in this matter, Athena believed that she still had the ability to judge, and this was one of the benefits she could gain from this illusory trip.

All the information she learns here is a preview of the future, which can allow Athena to make more correct choices in the future, or avoid many avoidable troubles.

"Like Hermes, Hebe, the Golden Apple, and... Hephaestus.

"It's really annoying."

After checking bit by bit, as the artifacts were sorted, the past of this world gradually appeared in front of Athena. Naturally, her first concern was matters related to the gods.

After all, in the Third Age, even if the current world has been suppressed, until now, it is the gods who have decided the direction of this world. So Athena will definitely pay more attention to this, especially those gods who have not heard of it in reality.

First there was the young god whom he had met before, then the daughter of Hera who had not yet been born in reality, the goddess of youth Hebe... and the only son of Hera, the god of craftsman Hephaestus.

Athena was in a good mood at first, but what she didn't expect was that as she looked at it, she actually found her own record. Although the literature is unclear, it probably only says, 'After the God of Craftsman was betrayed by his wife, he failed to woo the Goddess of Wisdom who came to forge weapons, and the essence fell on the earth, and Erechthonius was born.' But just thinking about it, Athens Nadu knew that the process would not be that simple.

"Sprinkling the essence on the earth" in public... Let's think about another record in the literature. The God of Craftsman covered the wife and lover who had an affair with a golden net, and then summoned the gods to watch...

"In reality, he should have already been born...it's better to stay away from him in the future."

Making a decision secretly, Athena thought it would be better to stay away from this god who had some unique hobbies. If he insists on coming, then his artifact is no joke.

However, the value of these historical contents increased again in her heart. Just like what this God of Craftsman did, although it was not very harmful, it was extremely insulting. Athena felt that if such a scene happened in reality, she would be disgusted by it for at least a thousand years.

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The golden and red robe shaken out at dawn gradually faded away, and the scorching sun was hanging high in the sky.

While Athena was still browsing quietly in her library, on the top of Mount Olympus, the banquet of the gods had just begun.

Perhaps because he felt that he had just threatened the gods and would soon show off his force again, the God King seemed to have a much gentler attitude now.

Muses who were good at song, dance and art danced in the hall, and the cupbearers of the gods poured out the fountain of youth from their own golden cups.

At the invitation of Hermes, Apollo even took out his lyre and played the accompanying music. For a time, the atmosphere on the sacred mountain was very harmonious.

With a smile on his face, Zeus toasted a glass of wine to his goddess, and was naturally rejected. The God King was not surprised by this, after all, his previous order had already annoyed the other party.

The cause of today's human war is the continuation of the conflicts between Hera, Athena and Aphrodite, but it has been escalated by the long-standing grievances between the gods. So Zeus just drank the glass of wine by himself, and then quietly looked at the feasting gods.

The atmosphere was so harmonious, filled with joy and beauty, that the gods had long forgotten that wars were still breaking out in the world, and mortals were bleeding like rivers for their will.

But there is nothing surprising about this. To the eternal gods, victory or defeat in the human world is both important and unimportant. Be it strength or face, to God they are just tools to make his life more comfortable. The God King wouldn't think too much about this, but for some reason, he always felt a vague sense of unreality.

There was nothing wrong with everything in my memory, and what I saw in front of me was no different from usual times. But feeling his own power that was enough to pull up the earth and shake the world, a feeling of emptiness lingered in Zeus's heart.

When did you get this feeling?

"It seems that today is the day..."

"What today?"

"Father God, please drink this cup to the full!"

A voice suddenly sounded from his side, and Zeus turned around. It turned out to be Hermes who had sent the message before.

His favorite son never liked to call himself 'Your Majesty', but the God King felt quite good about it. If Zeus favored Apollo because he was the best among his descendants, then for Hermes, he simply found some happiness in him as a father after a long absence.

Although the God King himself knew that as a cunning thief and protector of merchants, no one knew whether any of Hermes' words were sincere, he did not care. Because Zeus himself also knew very well why his other children were unwilling to get close to him.

So he raised his glass again and Zeus drank it down with a smile.

"It's nothing, my child. I just thought of the news you brought not long ago."

"Since this era, fewer and fewer true gods have been born in the world, and as a god king, there are always exceptions among my descendants. It is also a very rare thing for a new god to be born."

"Although it is indeed rare, this is all due to you, Father God."

"Under your governance, the gods have been restrained. The immortals no longer wreak havoc on the earth like they did in the previous two eras, and the mortal city-states have become more prosperous."

Hermes put his right hand on his chest and said with a smile.

"Perhaps this is the world's praise of your merits and recognition of your achievements."

"Hahahahaha...you are always so good at talking."

He laughed out loud at his son's compliment, and the previous feeling of unreality was forgotten by the God King.

Yes, as Hermes said, today's world is no longer the same as the previous two eras. The gods were in awe before the divine court, and he was the master of the sky and the earth, the king of all mortal kings.

"Tell me, why did you come here? You couldn't just come here to compliment me."