Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

"You came?"

Without stopping his hands, Ander called out to the figure in the distance.

At this moment, for some reason, his mind was a little bit vague.

Since I got to where I am today due to my mistakes, this place has become my second home.

But he had to leave eventually, he couldn't stay here forever.

Just before leaving, Ander remembered the story Mr. Ryan told him when he lived in the prototype of this city, Aurora City in the Bronze Age.

"Um……"

"You came."

"I am coming."

"You shouldn't have come."

"But I'm still here."

"It's a pity, it's a pity."

"What are you sorry for?"

"I'm sorry you're going to die here today."

"..."

"Hahahahaha..."

He suddenly laughed. Even though it was a story from a long time ago, the strange writing style still made Ander find it very interesting.

The old days were better... Ander fell silent again, looking somewhat melancholy.

At that time, Ender was still an innocent child, and he even remembered what he was thinking at that time. But now, he is no longer that.

Not only because of the betrayal that has been experienced, but also because blood sacrifice and faith do have an impact on the soul of life.

Although the divine power can shield them to a certain extent, it also requires the user to reach a basic lower limit.

For example, "Legend" is the lower limit of authority that mortals can reach even with the power of divinity.

But unfortunately, until the day Ender died, he never touched this area.

"Whoosh-"

There was a sound of breaking air, and a dark shadow instantly broke Ander's memories.

Without looking up, Ander knew that it was a black iron rod.

It is obvious that the young hero is unhappy with his own behavior and he is expressing his anger through actions.

"Click——"

"--boom!"

There was no resistance and the iron rod hit him.

In Hercules' eyes, the incarnation of the evil god who was suspected to be the mastermind of everything was turned into powder by his angry blow and turned into sawdust all over the sky.

However, the young hero did not relax, because his intuition told him that the other party was not dead at all.

"Don't be so violent, young hero. You have passed my test."

Another 'Ander' walked out of a small house beside the street.

Hercules narrowed his eyes slightly, then punched out.

boom--!

Including 'Ender', an entire long street was destroyed by sheer force.

However, almost at the same moment, another sound of a door opening came from behind Hercules.

Turning around, the young hero did not act rashly this time.

Looking at the third 'Ender', he had to admit that some things could not be solved by brute force.

"Who are you? The legendary evil god from the north?"

"You controlled the Nomisa Lion, and now you want to avenge me for killing it?"

Hercules asked coldly, anger hidden in his voice.

His anger was not without reason, nor was it just because of those strange puppets.

What really made Hercules furious was that he felt like he had become a chess piece being manipulated by others.

The other party must have been targeting him since he stepped into the forest, and the seemingly ferocious demon was just a puppet.

Even this evil existence still wants to control itself - using those "threads" that are difficult to see with the naked eye but can affect the soul.

"Revenge? Are you mistaken? Young hero, weren't you the one who came to trouble me first?"

"What on earth brought you to my territory and made such a choice?"

"Just because I am the 'evil god' and the Nomisa Giant Lion is a 'demon'?"

Shaking his head, Ander asked:

"But I have never left the North, and neither has the Great Lion since it came under my control."

"All those who died here took the initiative to step into my territory, not because I came to visit. So, young hero, why are you here?"

“…This is a test given to me by God, and I also want to seek answers to some questions.”

After being stunned for a moment, Hercules' anger subsided a little after hearing Ander's question.

It seemed that what the other party said made some sense. He had indeed never heard of the other party's name in the famous evil god sects on the mainland, otherwise he would not know nothing about it.

Without a sense of existence, naturally, he has not done any notable evil deeds... But since this is a trial arranged by the gods, there should be nothing wrong with his behavior.

"God's trial... So you are here at God's will, and you are his believer?"

Tilting his head slightly, Ander asked.

"No."

He denied it, saying that although he was not an unbeliever, Hercules only had basic respect for most gods.

To say that he is a believer of any specific god is nonsense.

"No...but since you are not his believer, you accepted his 'trial' simply because he is a 'god'."

"Then I am also a god, so I will also arrange tests for you. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"you--"

He was a little stumped at first, but soon he reacted to Ender's sophistry.

Their identities and situations are different, so how can they be confused?

What's more, if he had not made a mistake, how could he accept Zeferos's request and complete the so-called task assigned by him.

For Hercules, the only one who can punish him is himself, not any other rules.

"Don't quibble. The God of West Wind is a true god of Olympus, and he also promised me that he could help me resurrect the dead. How can you be the same as him?"

"Evil God, if you can't give me a reasonable explanation today, I swear in the name of Hercules that I will make you pay the price!"

The voice was firm, and Hercules was unceremonious.

However, having said that, his rejection of Ander was not entirely due to Zephyros' so-called promise, but more because of traditional concepts.

Just as the countries on the mainland generally do not recognize that Silvermoon City is of the same race as them, and feel that the countries on the sea are somewhat different from them, they also do not think that the northern barbarians are the same as them.

Therefore, in their eyes, the so-called "evil gods" were somewhat like alien gods, so Hercules did not think there was anything wrong with his behavior.

Regardless of whether they are the Olympian gods or those evil gods, they all seem to care a lot about human beliefs.

Although the young hero did not think he could kill the gods, he was not afraid if it was just to destroy everything they had on earth.

No one can control his fate, not even gods!

"…Dead and…resurrected."

"So this is what you wanted."

Silently pronouncing the word, Ander felt it was a bit of a coincidence at this moment.

So he actually longed for the miracle of resurrection from the dead? If there is a place in this world that can bring the dead back to life, is there a better place than the spirit world?

And the answers you are looking for can also be found there.

"Well... Hercules, evil gods or good gods are just different in power. The so-called good gods you mentioned destroyed an era of mankind, and I have never even taken the initiative to step into the kingdom where you grew up."

"Modern humans have long forgotten that the Bronze Age once built a glorious civilization... Heh, do you really think that the reason why the so-called 'barbarians' in the north have stronger bodies is because of 'evil sacrifices'? That's just a lie. The truth is that their blood is closer to the original [life] than yours."

"As for what the so-called Olympian god promised you, I can also help you accomplish it, and it is definitely a feasible plan."

The reason why the innate abilities of human beings are declining with each generation is due to the source of their composition.

And recalling the 'stories' he had heard and what he had seen over the past thousand years, Ander continued.

"Hercules, I don't know who you want to resurrect, but I can be sure that all living things are reincarnated through the Well of Samsara, which also records the traces of all life in the world."

"As long as you can find that place, extract the corresponding traces of life, and then find the legendary advanced artifact [Mirror of Splendrum] that controls [Space], you can find the soul traces of any mortal creature in this world."

"Then you only need to use this as a medium to guide him and let him drink the water in the Well of Samsara that symbolizes 'life'. Then he will be able to reincarnate from death and come back to this world."

Spirit world!

It’s the spirit world again!

After hearing the name of the spirit world for the third time, Hercules finally stopped doubting it.

The scholars of Athens, the righteous gods of Olympus, and the evil gods rejected by mainstream culture, they all believed that "resurrection from the dead" could only be achieved in the spiritual world.

From this we can see that although their methods are different, there should be no problem on this point at least.

"What about 'immortality'?"

He asked subconsciously, but Hercules immediately remembered that the two sides should be enemies at this moment.

But in front of him, Ander didn't care. He just shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.

"If it's just 'immortality', then the water in the Well of Samsara itself has this ability."

"It can free the drinker from the constraints of life and death, and give him nearly endless vitality. If you can take a sip, you can actually gain a long life."

"But 'immortality'... I don't know about that."

"If it is simply difficult to kill, then a body like the Nomisa Lion that is invulnerable to swords and guns can actually be considered to have achieved this."

"But true immortality is not something I understand - I can only give you a chance to experience it yourself."

"Experience it yourself?"

"Yes, I can give you the opportunity to experience it, but it's up to you to decide when to try it."

"Consider this as a reward for completing my 'test', and the grudge between us will be written off. What do you think?"

After taking a look at the 'evil god' in front of him, Hercules finally nodded.

In fact, he himself didn't know what "real immortality" was like. Since the other party allowed him to experience it, he might as well give it a try.

Besides, since they can't do anything to each other and they haven't really suffered any losses, such an outcome is not bad.

However, his vigilance did not diminish in the slightest, especially since he did not know the other party's purpose.

"As you said, I can forget about your previous behavior, but what is the purpose of your so-called test, alien god?"

"The gods of other races...?"

Seeing that Hercules' hostility had finally subsided, Ander smiled, returned to the starting position, and found the previously carved wood carving from the ruins.

He took out the carving knife and continued his unfinished process.

"My idea is simple, that is to choose a companion for myself."

"Traveler?"

"Correct."

Nodding slightly, Ander did not hide his thoughts.

There was a hint of admiration in his tone, because Hercules really met his requirements.

"Just as you set out on a journey to seek the secret of immortality, I also have something I want to know."

"However, most of the secrets in this world are hidden behind the scenes. The answers can only be found in a few places, and the spirit world is one of them."

"But as you can see, although I have all kinds of special methods, and even made the gods of Olympus return home in defeat, this does not mean that I can defeat some powerful enemies head-on."

“So I hope to find a companion, someone with extraordinary abilities. Although we may go with different purposes, at least we are on the same journey.”

"But I don't trust you, and I don't feel comfortable traveling with a stranger."

Hercules spoke bluntly and made no secret of his distrust.

But Ander was prepared for this. After all, he didn't really trust this young man whom he had just met.

"Let's sign a contract. With the will of the great ancient spirit world as a witness, we cannot hurt each other along the way. You provide the force, and I will be responsible for telling you something other than force. What do you think?"

Reaching out and taking out a piece of transparent paper, the young man asked solemnly.

"……it is good."

After hesitating for a moment, Hercules wanted to refuse.

But thinking about today's experience, he hesitated again.

Not everything in this world can be solved by force, unless his power is enough to overturn everything.

Maybe he really needs a helper, and if there is a guarantee of a contract, then the existence in front of him may be an option.

"very good."

Nodding with satisfaction, the young man smiled.

He and Hercules signed their names one by one, and then watched the paper soaked in the water of the Styx turn into ashes.

From then on, they became companions...Then the young man fumbled around and took out a small golden box.

"what is this?"

"This is me."

He replied casually, and then Ander opened the box.

And in the middle of the box, there was a delicate little man lying.

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As the sun sets and rises, above the nameless forest, the god of the west wind spins madly in the sky.

It has been several days since I lost my way, but there has been no useful progress.

At this moment, he was already considering whether to use some extreme measures.

Being trapped in a small forest for so long and unable to find a way to leave, Zeferos naturally felt agitated.

As another night passed, the patience of the God of the West Wind finally ran out.

If it really doesn't work, I can only admit my mistake... There is no other way.

However, just when Zephyrus was about to inform Zeus directly in desperation, he suddenly sensed a familiar breath.

It was not close, faint but clear, and almost exactly the same as the object he had been looking for.

"Ok?"

"Hercules?"

His expression changed and was filled with joy, and Zeferos immediately flew towards the place where the breath came from.

After such a long time, he finally found someone.

He was just about to give up, but he managed to avoid the problem in the end.

As expected, his luck was still as good as ever.

At the critical moment, I can always solve the troubles I encounter.