Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

In the quiet mountain forest, beside the calm pond.

Holding the black scissors in his hand, the young prince stabbed the old woman who stood stiffly like a sculpture, as if venting his fear and anger.

However, when the high point of emotions passed, Paris gradually regained his sanity as he watched the dark golden blood oozing from the old body.

Golden blood is the color of divine blood, and the bloodline coming from the God King also confirms this result.

The descendants of gods, or the gods themselves.

The reason for uncertainty is the gray matter mixed in the blood.

The prince didn't know what kind of backlash of fate this was, but his instinct told him that it was definitely not a good thing.

"Mr. Paris, it seems that what you saw in the pond was not very beautiful."

"But don't worry about it. No matter what you see, it's just a direction for the future."

"Just like you now, you have embarked on a completely different path. War and death are no longer with you."

As if noticing the prince's confusion, Ryan smiled comfortingly.

No matter what, Paris did himself a favor today, and he shouldn't go back empty-handed.

Maybe I could give him a good place to stay, so that he could avoid this war that affected the whole world... However, just as Ryan was about to continue speaking, the prince suddenly raised his head.

After taking a look at the black scissors, Paris's eyes slowly moved upwards.

When their eyes met in the air, Ryan saw not fear in the prince's eyes, but only desire and struggle.

"This... Your Excellency."

"She's dead. The things she showed me probably won't have a chance to become real, right?"

Paris spoke slowly, as if he was choosing his words carefully.

"Yes, you are right. At least that's understandable to you."

"Atropos will not come to you again... As for what she showed you, there was no possibility that it would come true."

Ryan nodded slightly in acknowledgement.

"is that so……"

With his eyes flickering, the prince subconsciously brushed his hand over the black scissors.

Dark golden blood flowed from it, making this ordinary-looking tool mysterious and dangerous.

However, feeling the cold touch, Paris' heart became hot.

"Well, sir, it seems that you have obtained what you wanted and took the opportunity to kill your enemy. Although this was not what we agreed upon in advance, I did provide you with some help, right?"

"That's true, so if you want to know something, I'd be happy to help you."

"If there's anything you want, I can try to help you achieve it."

Frowning slightly, Ryan nodded again.

But at this moment, looking at the prince's changing eyes, Ryan realized the other party's true thoughts.

It is easy to change the country but difficult to change one's nature... Perhaps some things are destined to happen even without the influence of fate.

However, even though he had already guessed it, Ryan still asked a question at the end.

"So Paris, after all you've done, what exactly do you want to gain?"

"Is it power, wealth or long life and eternal youth?"

"Whichever one you choose, I can satisfy you."

"No, I don't want any of them."

With a firm tone, the prince slowly said: "I want all of these, but I have already experienced them."

"Power, I was born as a king's son, and wealth, I have never lacked."

"And now I am not old yet, why should I worry about my youth?"

"So if I have to choose one that I want the most... then my answer is only one."

Paris read out word by word in front of Ryan, the name that had haunted him in the vision just now.

"Helen, I want Helen."

"I only want her. I am her favorite, and she is my only one. After witnessing the hardships in the future, we will never repeat the same mistakes."

"..."

"…If you want to find her, why come to me?"

"You should know where she is and how to bring her back."

After a moment's silence, Ryan looked at Paris as if he was looking at a wooden board that was heading towards the abyss.

However, standing near the nameless pool, the prince was unaware of anything.

"Of course I know where she is, and I will never forget every moment with her, even though it was only a meeting in a fantasy.

"But this time is different. This time, I will not take her away secretly. I will take her away from home openly. And this time, even if I still don't have Oenone's medicine, I can live to the end of my life."

Oenone, the daughter of the river god Cobryn, is Paris's true wife and the only person who can save him from death as predicted in the prophecy.

But in the original destiny, the prince abandoned her for Helen.

In the end, when he was shot by an arrow, there was no cure and he could only face death in despair.

This time, although the situation had changed, Paris had the same idea.

"You want this pair of scissors, don't you? But this was given to me by the witch herself."

"Although I don't know its true usage, I know that without the user's permission, no one else can use this special tool."

"Since you claim to have greater skills than hers, then show them so that I can resist the hero's arrows and leave Sparta with Helen."

"One for one, the scissors are yours and the power is mine. That's all I ask."

Even though he knew that the person in front of him might not be a good person, he might still be dissatisfied with his request.

But as recorded in the myth, Paris dared to give up Hera and Athena and chose the obviously weaker Aphrodite, which is enough to show that he is a "qualified" Chaos hero.

Risking one's life for a momentary dispute of pride, attacking a kingdom for a beauty, or even challenging the gods to show off one's abilities, and then ultimately being punished and cursed by the gods.

The prince of Troy is like this, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.

"...Okay, if this is what you want, then I promise you."

"That's enough for today. You will get what you want."

Nodding slowly, since Paris wanted such ability, Ryan would give it to him.

Reaching out and breaking off a branch from the nearest tree, Ryan wiped it away, leaving only a seven-knotted stick.

With a little force, the wooden stick pierced the finger and the blood dyed the stick red.

Ryan then inserted it into Atropos's bleeding wound, and like two magnets attracting each other, the dark golden blood mixed with the stick.

The blood of 'man' and the blood of 'god', the intersection of fate and destiny.

Paris was rewarded for stabbing the goddess of fate to death, and his reward came from this.

Time passed minute by minute, until his face lost three-tenths of the blood color, and the dark golden liquid no longer flowed from Atropos' wound. The wooden stick, which was nearly two palms long, had changed drastically.

The seven natural links of the tree are arranged in a regular pattern, just like the bones of a finger.

Fine lines run along the wood texture, just like blood vessels and skin.

With a long breath, Ryan handed it to the young prince, and Paris took it with a puzzled look on his face.

"what is this?"

"This is what you want, the 'power' that can fulfill your wish."

Ryan said calmly in a calm voice.

"Power, why can't I feel it?"

Paris frowned, a little disappointed.

Can a blood-stained stick help him bring Helen back?

Holding the bottom end of the stick, the young prince was a little unsure of what to do.

There was nothing special about it, as if it was just an ordinary branch that could be easily broken... However, just as Paris was about to open his mouth to question it, he suddenly had an inexplicable intuition.

Hold the stick above your head with the tip pointing toward the sky.

The next moment, right before the prince's eyes, the clouds above the entire mountain range began to spin.

From a little bit, to form a huge vortex.

In just a moment, the sky darkened.

"This...this is!"

I don't know the principle, nor do I know how I did it. It seems that I just "wanted" it this way, and everything was achieved.

The prince looked at the forger beside him in surprise, but Ryan was no longer looking at him at this moment.

"This is what you want."

"You thought she was a witch...so she might as well be."

"You didn't understand what witchcraft is, and you still don't understand it now."

"But it doesn't matter, because as the key and core of this incident, it was born because of you, and it should belong to you."

"You can think of it as the reward you get for 'overcoming fate'."

"I...defeated fate?"

Although he looked stunned, Paris quickly accepted the fact.

"Yes, that's right."

There is no problem with that. After all, I saw the future and changed it myself.

This was his declaration of victory over fate and the turning point in his life.

With excitement on his face, Paris waved his hand and pointed, causing the fallen leaves on the entire mountain to dance in the wind.

But just as the prince was excitedly trying his new toy, Ryan's voice sounded at an inopportune time.

"Your Highness, are you satisfied with it?"

"Of course, I couldn't be more satisfied."

Paris nodded quickly, as if afraid that Ryan would take it back.

But even if Ryan asked for it back now, I'm afraid the prince would not agree... Seeing this, Ryan just continued:

"I'm glad you're satisfied, but at the end of everything, I still have one last word of advice for you."

"You defeated others with their weapons, gained victory in this way, and finally received this gift from fate."

“However, mystery always obeys a higher mystery; the power gained from it can only obey a stronger power.”

"If you want to have it forever, remember not to let the same thing happen to you."

"Otherwise, Atropos's today will be your tomorrow."

"Hahahahahaha... I see. Thank you for your words of advice then."

"By the way, now that the finished product has been unveiled, how about you come up with a name for your masterpiece?"

I don't know if he heard it or not, but Paris laughed out loud and then made an invitation.

As he watched this scene, a memory from long ago flooded into Ryan's mind.

Although there was only one person in front of him, he was not the god of death at the moment.

But this scene still made Ryan feel like he was in another world.

"It can be a tool for wizards to cast spells, and perhaps it will cause others to imitate it in the future... Let's just call it a magic wand."

"As for its unique name..."

"Since it is the first of its kind to be born in the world, it is appropriate to call it the 'Elder Wand'."

As soon as the words came out, my spirit was slightly touched.

At this moment, Ryan felt that his human side seemed to be more stable.

The Elder Wand... I wonder what kind of surprises the other two goddesses of fate far away in Mount Nissa will give him.

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In the north of the continent, there is a vast expanse of frost.

As the holy place of the three goddesses of fate, the vicinity of Mount Nyssa is forbidden to all living things.

Perhaps it is the instinct of life that is afraid, or perhaps the goddess of fate simply likes to live in seclusion.

There was not even a single living being to be seen in the mountain range that stretched for thousands of miles.

Clotho was weaving threads for all living things, while Lachesis was measuring their lengths.

There was no communication, and no one dared to disturb them. The two goddesses were on both sides of Mount Nisa, completing their own work.

It was unknown how long such days had passed... However, on this day, Cloto, who was spinning seriously, suddenly felt a palpitation.

"ah--!"

In a moment of carelessness, the white spindle pierced her finger, and the light golden blood dyed the loom red.

But he didn't care about his own fingers. He wiped away the blood with his slender fingers and immediately mobilized the power he held.

The goddess of fate will not be injured for no reason, and this kind of low-probability "accident" will never happen to them.

This is a warning from the unknown that can help people avoid disasters.

But after searching for a long time, Kloto still found nothing.

"Sister... yes, there is also a sister!"

"I wonder if my sister noticed anything."

Pushing the door open, Cloto immediately flew up.

The palpitations only lasted for a moment, but she had been having a bad feeling since then.