Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

"..."

"...Quick, fight quickly."

"One death is good, but dying together is even better!"

"If you all die... then I'd like to see if your wealth is worthy of the achievements you talk about."

Only the lip shape changed, no sound was made.

With his eyes wide open, Paris in the bushes was afraid but also a little excited.

Just like the old witch, the young man was indeed no ordinary guy, but that was what made it interesting.

As for whether a fight could break out... Paris said that he was just thinking about it casually.

Just like his fantasy of an ordinary life was suddenly shattered, someone told him that he was actually the son of the God King who was stranded in the human world and was destined to become a hero who would go down in history.

The probability of success is almost zero, but that doesn't affect people's imagination.

So he smiled subconsciously, as the expectation for the future is always beautiful... However, the next moment, the prince of Troy suddenly discovered that the environment around him seemed to have changed.

"!"

Paris was shocked. The sunlight shone on him, but it could not warm his body.

The bushes in front of the prince disappeared at some point, and he was exposed in front of the two people by the pool.

Paris came back to his senses and slowly raised his head.

Looking at the two beings looking at him, the prince tried hard to force a smile.

"...Um, I..."

"Haha, don't be nervous, handsome young man. I am not a big shot, so there is no such thing as not allowing others to stay with me."

With a laugh, his old face looked even more ferocious.

Atropos seemed not to notice Paris's subconscious disgust, and just continued to ask with a smile:

"I don't know what you think about my proposal just now?"

"what?"

Paris was stunned for a moment, a little confused, because he didn't listen carefully to what they said just now.

The goddess of fate, who was leaning on a crutch, saw this scene and her breathing paused, then she forced herself to swallow the breath again.

Huh... This is what mortals are like. Even mortals favored by fate are so foolish.

However, fate will never favor an existence forever, and this is especially true for mortals.

Thinking of this, Atropos' mood recovered a little.

She forced a smile again and began to repeat what she had said before.

"As you can see, I had some issues with this young man on certain matters."

"We both think we have extraordinary abilities, but we can't convince each other - this is a very difficult problem to solve, but fortunately, at this moment, we found you."

"Nothing is fairer than the judgment of a stranger, after all, you don't know either of us.

"So we decided to let you be the judge, what do you think?"

"..."

“…Of course…My name is Paris.

“I think I can give it a try.”

The expression changes from nervous to calm, and then from calm to hidden desire.

Both Ryan and Atropos saw Paris's seemingly obscure but actually obvious thoughts at the moment, but neither of them exposed it.

They just watched the handsome prince quietly as he pretended to hesitate for a long time before putting forward his request.

"You two, if God has allowed me to meet you today and make such a judgment, I naturally have no reason to refuse."

"But before that, maybe I should see your true level... This will also help me make the right decision."

"I have no opinion."

He smiled and nodded, and soon Ryan heard Atropos agree as well.

However, the goddess of fate immediately stated that not everyone is qualified to watch her work.

Ryan readily accepted this.

"Then Paris, please follow me."

His voice was hoarse, and Atropos waved.

Although there were some minor incidents along the way, the results were not much different.

She came here originally for Pallas, after all, the trajectory of her fate was becoming more and more deviated.

Before, the goddess of fate had no intention of showing up herself.

She originally wanted to use this young man she met by chance as a tool, and she would lure him into making a choice as a prophet, and teach him the secret of the "prophecy" - of course, this was not a real prophecy.

Because Atropos would use this secret technique to show the fate that she hoped to see to the caster, and because she was the goddess of fate, almost no one could find out what was wrong.

In this way, he could let this young man guide the "future king of Troy" onto the right path for the sake of desire and profit, and he himself could withdraw from it.

The wealth and glory he enjoyed in this process was his reward. As for the price... it was naturally to face the inevitable death when fate required it.

Atropos thought this was reasonable. Many mortals would be willing to make this choice, exchanging their lives for a dozen years of wealth.

But this human's attitude eventually angered her, and the goddess decided to choose another path.

"Come on...come here."

"Paris, I think you must be curious about why our sisters' weavings are unparalleled in the world."

The shadows cast by the treetops cast on our bodies, making them seem even darker and more terrifying.

Atropos reached out and took out a pair of black scissors from his arms.

"Because they are not only worn on the body, but also can indicate a person's future achievements... Come here, I will show you the glory that should belong to you in the future..." Swallowing his saliva and looking at the scene in front of him, Paris always felt like he was about to be sacrificed.

After hesitating for a long time and looking back at Ryan who was vaguely visible in the distance, the prince decided to move forward.

Legend has it that wizards master all kinds of evil witchcraft, but their bodies are extremely fragile.

Although Paris didn't know whether this 'fragility' was really that weak, or if it was just weak compared to those demigod heroes.

But the witch in front of him didn't look strong at all.

As a direct descendant of God, no matter how weak he is, Paris is still quite capable.

Besides, who wouldn’t be interested in one’s future achievements?

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Tread...  

After a long time, by the pond.

With a conflicted mood, Paris came to the bluestone where Ryan was sitting.

The young prince did not hide his hesitation, even though he could even feel the burning gaze staring at him from behind.

Investing in a king...it sounded plausible, but he still felt a little nervous.

Obviously he just wanted to make some profit, but Paris never expected that he would be involved.

Accept it... The prince thought about it, but he subconsciously felt a little repulsive.

Because even the goddess of fate, who knew everything about Paris, from her birth to all the unknowns in the future, did not notice that she had actually made a serious mistake, or it was a problem that she had subconsciously forgotten.

That is, as a handsome man, as a man who loves beauty more than power and wisdom, Paris has always been a real face control.

There are some things that Lachesis can do, and Clotho can do as well, but as the eldest sister of the goddess of fate, Atropos chose to do it herself, which was bound to cause a lot of trouble.

Because the throne is tempting, and the legendary beauty is also tempting, but when these are said by an ugly old woman, even though the future scene looks so real, Paris still has doubts in his heart.

"...Mr. Paris, you look confused?"

Snapped--

The stone fell into the pool, splashing some waves.

Ryan's words interrupted Paris's thoughts, waking him from his confusion. The prince pondered for a moment.

Touching the cold pair of scissors in his arms and thinking about the rumors about witches, Paris finally nodded slowly.

"Yes, I learned something from that... lady."

"But I don't know if I should really believe it. After all, she doesn't seem that kind."

"So, Mr. Irving, what is your work?"

"Compared to her, I'm actually looking forward to your results."

"My results...it depends on what you want."

Smiling, Ryan asked:

"Do you want the power of a kingdom, extraordinary wisdom, or beauty that will captivate everyone?"

"!"

Paris looked up suddenly, not expecting to hear such a response.

Just now, on that magical thread, the prince seemed to see his past.

And when they were woven into cloth, the prince seemed to see his future.

He saw himself gaining the favor of beautiful women and enjoying the happiness and pleasures of the world.

"You... you know—"

"——Obviously, my knitting skills are a little better than that lady's."

"Perhaps that is why she wants you to kill me, so as to fill the ugly hatred in her heart."

Snapped--

Without looking back, Ryan threw another stone into the pond and pointed to the pool in front of him.

"This is part of my work."

“Cut the cloth she gave you and throw it into the pond.

"Maybe you'll be able to see...something else she didn't tell you."

Among the three gods of Mount Nissa, Clotho acted as the thread, Lachesis measured the pros and cons, but it was Atropos who cut the fate with the scissors that ultimately brought the result.

So the goddess of fate did not want to show Paris's originally destined fate, so she did not use it for editing.

But Ryan didn't want her to hide it, so he gave the prince a chance to watch.

As for why he still wanted to get involved in the affairs of the gods when he was clearly already walking in the human world as a human being—

"At the end of this era, these three goddesses of fate should no longer be in this world."

"And this pair of scissors must also be held in your hand in advance..."

Throwing the third stone into the pool, Ryan could vaguely see the black silhouette through the gap in Paris's clothes.

He will meet the three goddesses of fate one by one.

However, due to the special authority of fate, he could not let his incarnation judge them simply by force.

Just like today, even though Atropos was so "fragile", Ryan also knew that as long as Chaos' fate in the world was still there, nothing could really hurt her except fate itself.

Even the other two goddesses of fate and their magical weapons actually mean nothing to her.

Fortunately, apart from them, the only ones who can hurt the goddess of fate are themselves.

Perhaps this is also an alternative balance.

PS: It is not advisable to stay up late to read novels, as you will feel the same when you wake up the next day.