Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

wow——

The north wind howled, bringing the cold front of winter.

Trapped in the maze of Silvermoon City, the God of West Wind felt himself on guard every moment.

However, reality never changes according to one's will. I don't know how long I have been waiting here silently.

It was not until he received his own feather pen that the God of West Wind finally felt that he saw a glimmer of hope.

It’s finally here, let’s get started… He can’t wait any longer.

End this journey as soon as possible. As a god, he doesn't belong to this damn exam at all. Only the banquet on Mount Olympus is his destination.

Even if he stayed here for one more second, Zeferos felt that he was wasting his life.

"Gah-"

"Brother, how are you preparing for this exam?"

"!"

The feathers on his body exploded for the third time and the God of West Wind turned around suddenly.

But all I could see was an ordinary three-legged sparrow.

"Can you talk?"

Shocked, Zeferos was a little surprised to hear this.

He just realized that there are very few birds that can talk, but he didn't expect to meet one... However, the next moment, he was looked at as if he was a fool.

"Gah-"

"What kind of question is that, are you stupid?"

"If you can't speak, why were you brought here to take the exam? You can speak, so of course I can speak too."

"..."

Silently, the God of West Wind felt his claws harden.

However, after thinking for a moment, he had to admit that what the other party said made sense.

As expected, the reason why the dozen or so birds brought here were treated differently was probably because they were all different... But even though it made sense, it couldn't eliminate the strange feeling in Zeferos' heart.

As a god, I was mocked by a bird.

Is this reasonable?

This is not reasonable.

This happens because the birds here are too different.

After comforting himself for a few words, the God of West Wind still had to face reality.

Regardless of whether this was reasonable or not, the best he could do was ignore it.

It is impossible to kill birds here, but you just wait... At this moment, Zeferos secretly swore that when he returned to the sacred mountain, he would eat whole bird feasts for a month.

However, the God of West Wind wanted to ignore it, but the three-legged sparrow had no intention of letting him go.

"Gah-"

"Brother, it seems like you are not very smart."

"Are you really ready for the exam?"

"If you really don't know how, I can let you 'learn' from me when the time comes."

"Reference?"

"I, you—"

Almost unable to catch his breath, Zeferos exerted a little force with his claws.

Reference? Isn't that just plagiarism?

With a snapping sound, he couldn't help but break the thin quill.

"No need... I won't bother you with that."

Are you kidding? It’s just a so-called test. How could it really stump the gods?

Asking him to plagiarize? It's a joke.

However, he had just asked a stupid question, and he couldn't refute it immediately.

"Gah-"

"I hope so. I also hope you can pass the exam on your own."

"But brother, how come you broke the pen?"

Shaking his head slightly, the three-legged sparrow seemed not to believe the words of the God of West Wind.

But it finally changed the subject and pointed to Zephyrus's broken quill.

"It's just a pen. It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad."

With a sneer, the Wind God didn't care at all.

It's just a pen, what a fuss. It's broken, so what's the big deal?

Animals are animals. If it were a human, they would definitely not care about such a small matter.

"Ding--"

"Mr. Bird, I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation."

"But regarding the issue we just detected, regarding the deliberate damage to the test equipment in this field, I would like to ask the two of you to cooperate in resolving it."

A familiar voice sounded from behind him, and Zeferos turned his head stiffly to take a look.

A pale silver metal sphere was floating there, and the sound just now was undoubtedly made by the other party.

After being stunned for a moment, the God of West Wind finally looked back in the direction of the three-legged sparrow.

If he were anywhere else, he would have a thousand ways to make a quill.

But here, he didn't dare to use any power related to God, not even divine magic.

"Gah-"

"Why are you looking at me? Don't you have money? If you don't have money, just pluck your own hair. You don't expect me to do it for you, do you?"

"Don't worry, considering the cost of work and compensation, you only need to pull out five. It's not surprising to use materials to pay off debts."

"..."

After a while, with unknown mood, he plucked five feathers and finally Zephyrus received another feather pen.

The tool was recovered, but the feathers on it are a little sparse.

Listening to the sounds continuing to come from beside him, this time, the God of West Wind pretended not to hear anything the talkative sparrow said.

After a long while, until the silver sphere made another 'ding' sound, and a dozen pieces of papyrus floated down after a spatial fluctuation, Zeferos slightly raised his claws and tightly grasped the piece of paper.

Finally...finally saw the topic...

For a moment, an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart, but the God of West Wind quickly suppressed it and prepared to start answering the questions.

Although he encountered many problems before, that was not his fault. If anyone had to blame someone, it was the strange order of Silvermoon City... Fortunately, there is no problem now.

Holding the quill, Zephyros felt his confidence return.

As eternal gods, most of the gods on Mount Olympus have little knowledge of human knowledge, with only a few exceptions.

For example, the king of gods Zeus, the goddess of wisdom Athena...of course, the god of the west wind is also one of them.

At first, he was just interested in the God King's attention; later, he was curious about the source of his faith.

Over time, Zephyrus read a lot of books, and even among humans, he considered himself to be a knowledgeable scholar.

Come on, Silver Moon City couldn't possibly use its profound witchcraft knowledge to test a bird. If that was the case, then he would accept it.

Taking a deep breath, the God of West Wind spread out the test paper.

Next, it's time for him to show his strength.

……

"..."

salsa——

"..."

salsa——

"..."

salsa——

In the temporary open-air examination room, the birds who received the examination papers wrote furiously.

If you only look at the movement of the pen without noting the existence of the pen, I'm afraid no one would believe that it was a group of birds answering.

However, among the many birds that were writing their questions seriously, there was one bird that stood out from the crowd.

"..."

"What is this?"

In front of the papyrus, the claw holding the pen trembled slightly.

At this moment, Zeferos felt a little confused.

Who am I, where am I, what do I do?

Don't know, absolutely don't know.

Looking at the question in front of him, the God of West Wind couldn't utter a single word.

Even if he really saw the so-called advanced knowledge of witchcraft, he probably wouldn't have such a reaction.

To be honest, if he had really seen content like that, I'm afraid Zeferos would not have continued writing.

On the one hand, he wouldn't do that, and on the other hand, that proved that he must have been discovered.

No one would use such professional and difficult content to test a bird, even a talking bird... So no matter how dangerous it is here, if things are impossible, the God of the West Wind will make the right decision.

However, the reality is not so. At this moment, Zeferos looked at the test questions in front of him with a confused heart.

Question 1: Given three rows of numbers,

1

4

7

Now select numbers from it to arrange.

Get 3, 6, 4

1

9,*,2

Give the answer for the missing numbers.

……

Question 2: It is known that there is a blackbird and a turtle racing.

The tortoise was one hundred cubits ahead of the blackbird, advancing one cubit per breath, while the bird was ten times faster than the tortoise.

The blackbird thought he could win the race because he was much faster than the tortoise.

But the tortoise thought that the other side could never win, because when the blackbird caught up with the leading one hundred cubits, it had continued to move forward for some distance during this time.

And when the blackbird catches up with the distance again, the turtle has already moved again.

So no matter how hard the blackbird tries, it will never be able to catch up with the turtle.

Please draw conclusions from the above questions and provide logical explanations.

Explain who will win, why, and where the opponent's logic is wrong.

……

Question 3:

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"..."

There was silence. At this moment, Zeferos felt that he should not be here.

These were not difficult questions, nor were they professional at all. However, when facing them, the God of West Wind felt as if he was being crushed in terms of IQ.

He could sense the logic between the numbers, and also sense an inexplicable sense of disharmony in the conversation between the turtle and the bird.

However, the result was that he had no idea how to deal with these two problems, let alone the dozen or so questions that followed.

Looking around, the God of West Wind thought he was not an exception, but in the end he discovered in despair that he was the only one who had no idea what to do.

Except for him, the remaining dozen birds were writing furiously, as if they had no difficulty at all.

"..."

"Am I God, or are they God?"

"Maybe they are all gods transformed into birds, and I am the only one who is a bird transformed into god?"

A feeling of powerlessness came over him. Before this trip, Zeferos had considered many possible outcomes.

For example, being discovered and then fighting all the way to escape.

Another example is that someone might discover your tracks and then try to bribe these short-lived mortals with benefits.

But what the God of West Wind never expected was that he would fail at the very beginning and couldn't even enter the gate of Silvermoon City.

The reason for his failure was that he was defeated by a flock of birds.

"...Ahem, gh——"

"Brother, look here. I say...are you really not going to 'borrow' from this, or exchange ideas or something?"

A low voice came from beside me, but at this moment it was like a long-awaited sweet rain, or like a ray of hope after a dark period.

At this moment, Zeferos was extremely grateful to this chatterbox whom he hated not long ago.

Those who have not experienced it personally will never know how eager a person in the examination room is for the answer.

"Cough cough..."

"There's no need to borrow from others, but to communicate..."

After a moment's silence, the God of the West Wind said reservedly: "A person's ideas are still somewhat insufficient, especially since you are still too young."

"Well, let me give you some pointers."

"..."

salsa——

Soon, before long, the sound of notes rubbing against each other could be heard in this open-air examination room.

This time, Zeferos said that his previous judgment was correct.

It's just a question for mortals, how could it possibly stump the gods?

But he didn't notice that while he was writing, a silver sphere quietly appeared behind him.

It silently recorded all of this into its body and then sent it to the corresponding place.

Cheating is against the rules, but let's wait until he finishes writing first.

After all, if there hadn't been this uninvited visitor, how could Silvermoon City have had this test?

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Wow…

The waves are rising and falling on the seashore.

A rope tied the huge column to prevent it from floating away.

A large amount of supplies were sent into it to sustain the voyage.

He had no idea that a mad god who was looking for him was taking his first exam in his life, nor that he was about to experience being caught cheating for the first time.

Hercules walked to the seashore and looked out at the vast ocean.

"Compared to the land, the sea is not only wide, but also deep."

"Sir Ander, have you ever been to the ocean?"

"No, although more than one person who has received my power has been here, I have never been."

"But now that I think about it, if it weren't for the choice I made back then, maybe this would be my home..."

There was a rustling sound and the puppet crawled out of the pocket.

He recalled the choices that were presented to him, except that he had no idea what they were at the time.

Chess, cards, sailing, opera.

He chose the last one, which was good, but how could he know if the other two he didn't choose were better answers?

"So don't regret... and trust every choice you make."

"Hercules, one day you will become a true hero."

He spoke softly. In fact, in Ander's eyes, the so-called heroes among Chaos people were never heroes.

Although he didn't know what a real hero was like, at least he felt that it shouldn't be like this.

"Someone once told me some stories. Hercules, I will tell them to you when I have the chance."

"As for how you understand them, that's your own business."

"I will."

Responding seriously, Hercules looked at the sky.

It was already late, and he had originally planned to go to Silvermoon City first, but now he thought that it might not hurt to wait a little longer.

Let's wait until he comes back. After all, compared to the Eye of the East China Sea, there is no one waiting for his arrival in that city.