Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

"..."

Unable to tell whether it was up or down, the boat merged with the swirling water.

Like a speck of dust falling on the ground, there is nothing to prove that I am moving forward except the instrument displaying the parameters.

Standing right in front of the cockpit, in front of Hercules, the sign indicating the status of the ship was turning blood red little by little.

Even if it tried its best to go with the flow, this ancient alchemical ship had already reached its limit.

It could not move forward any further, because at the very center of the sea eye, the pressure there was enough to keep the Titan's body between collapse and repair.

Nothing can replace them in this last section of the journey.

"That's what happened last time. We stepped directly into the sea. We left the protection of the alchemy ship and faced the vortex that was enough to tear us into thousands of pieces in an instant."

"For thousands of years, billions of tons of ocean water have been swirling to accumulate energy, releasing a force that is enough to shake mountains."

"And even a tiny fraction of it is still enough to suppress a mortal like me."

Walking to the door of the isolation room, Oleus walked in slowly.

Even though he had experienced it once, he still had no confidence of surviving this time.

"We can't do more, or rather, there is only one thing we can do."

"It's a prayer that the Bronze Age Creator notices us, as he has every time before."

"And this time, he still chose kindness."

"Perhaps, but I never leave myself to fate."

“I’m going to get where I want to go, whether I have someone to help me or not.”

Hercules tightened his leather jacket and walked into the isolation room, waving behind him.

"Amon, please stay here and take a look at the boat."

"Your body is still a little weak. If there is a chance later, I will teach you a few moves."

"no problem."

Without looking back, the door of the isolation room closed behind him.

As Hercules moved forward, he could hear the gates closing one after another behind him.

In the deep sea where the flow is so fast, if you open a window directly, the hull will be torn into pieces in an instant.

Therefore, all the sealed doors were tightly closed, and the water stored in advance was injected into the isolation room from all directions.

"Good luck, Oleus. I hope to see you again soon."

"I will, and I wish you a safe journey, my friend."

Soon, when the cabin was filled with seawater, the door between the isolation area and the outside world slowly opened.

Taking a long step forward, Hercules leaped forward.

The next moment, a human being as tiny as a speck of dust appeared in the vast ocean.

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thump—

thump—

thump—

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The turbulence is in all directions, with no direction left or right.

After leaving the alchemy ship for just a moment, the hero could no longer find his way back.

Undercurrents surged from all directions, and my limbs felt like they were brushing against a galloping horse.

Only when he actually set foot here did Hercules finally understand why Oileus refused his offer of help and instead placed his hope of survival on the merciful god.

No matter how strong a person's power is, it is limited.

The power of nature is infinite, it is a wonder created by the world.

If he were on the sea, Hercules could use his strength to use the sea surface as support and pour out his strength as completely as possible.

Being in this place, no matter how strong he was, he could do nothing.

The heart beats violently in the chest, and endless strength flows from every inch of the body.

But no matter how hard he tried, Hercules could only follow the waves and could not control his own direction.

"Now you understand, this is nature, and it is the power of all things in the world."

"The reason why the gods are so powerful seems to be their divine power, but in fact it is more because of their authority that is rooted in the origin of the world."

"When you fight the God of Earth, you are shaking the framework of the earth. When you fight the God of Sea, you are fighting against the boundless ocean."

"Don't think that I don't seem to have much fighting power, but that's only in the human world."

"Just like here... you are not even my opponent right now."

The voice rang in his mind, and in the hero's chest pocket, the puppet seemed to be unaffected by the sea eye.

A thin layer of light film covers its body, so not a drop of sea water from the outside can fall on it.

"What about Oleus? How is he?"

Instead of asking for help immediately, Hercules asked about his companions.

Although he was forced to go with the flow, the sea water here could not do anything to him.

After all, no matter what, the center of the sea eye did not fall on him.

With the animal skins on his body, the hero's current condition is not as miserable as it looks.

"He's doing fine now."

"Although he only lasted less than an hour, his strength was already exhausted."

"But just before he passed out, divine power saved his life."

"Oh, that's not surprising."

"Since the Battle of Typhon, the laws of many places near the sea have become somewhat similar to those on land...but nothing has changed here."

"After all, without the assistance of divine power, even if the Fire Thief's divine body was powerful, with his strength, he would have been ground into dust by the Sea Eye long ago." (See 3-58)

Click——

Rolling out of his pocket, Ender explained as he moved up from his chest until he sat on Hercules' shoulder.

The body spinning and changing shape in the undercurrent did not affect his movements at all. Even vaguely, the state of the puppet was very different from before.

A sacred feeling rose from the little doll, and for a moment, Hercules felt that the water around him had become a little calmer.

This is a god...even if Ander is just a god of faith, not the natural god that he calls a naturally sacred god.

But when some of the shackles on him are removed, he will still be a king above the world.

At this moment, the complacency that had grown in the great hero's heart in recent days faded away silently.

Drifting in the undercurrent, Hercules once again straightened his attitude.

Self-confidence is a good thing, but if you cannot correctly measure the gap between yourself and others, then every bit of trust in yourself will only become a brick that buries you.

"Haha, you don't have to envy me."

“It’s hard to say what the innate gods are like, but for someone like me who has acquired the ability to believe in gods, it may not be that difficult for you.”

"But what comes from faith will eventually be controlled by it... Never mind, that's a matter for the future."

"Now, I'd better take you there directly."

"He has discovered me. Even if I hadn't existed, you might have been taken away by his divine power."

"Go ahead, keep walking along this path, and at the end of it, you will see Prometheus Bound."

He spoke in a low voice, and the puppet's index finger immediately extended.

The next moment, as if a giant was tearing apart the clouds, the sea water changed under the influence of divine power.

The void vibrated slightly, and soon, a temporary space channel came into reality little by little.

It and the surrounding sea water seem to exist in two latitudes, with no intersection between the two.

At the same time, Hercules finally regained his long-lost sense of direction.

This is the power of the Godhead, [changing space].

Perhaps the great beings who created the godhead felt the disadvantages of believing in God. They were neither born with powerful authority like natural gods, nor could they obtain endless divine power from their priesthood like them.

They can only rely on faith to maintain their existence, and the power they hold is mostly insignificant.

Therefore, when the holders of the godhead one day exalt the kingdom and become true gods, they will be able to obtain some unique knowledge and power from the godhead.

Relying on these abilities, believers in gods certainly cannot have an advantage over gods who truly hold relevant authority, but when faced with other situations, they can gain the upper hand.

As time goes by, people often lament that their own divinity looks like a part removed from a sacred artifact.

Not only can he make himself a god, he can even give himself other powers, but the performance is not very complete.

Of course, this is just talk.

After all, if there really is such a magical artifact, it is definitely beyond their imagination.

"it is good."

The water around him was drained away, and Hercules took the opportunity to jump into the temporary tunnel.

The blood vapor rose slightly, and the water stains on the clothes were evaporated.

"But Lord Ander...are you planning to go with me?"

"Yes."

Nodding slightly, the puppet affirmed.

"Come to think of it, a long time ago, I also admired him very much."

"But thinking about it later, he might have been too young at that time."

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tick...

tick...

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In the dark space, the sound of blood flowing continued.

The bound ones endure the pain and bear the sins of an entire generation.

In the air in front of him, a middle-aged man who was obviously unconscious was lying there.

But compared to the wounds of the fire thief, he didn't have any wounds on his body.

Tread...  

Prometheus raised his head slightly and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

In his perception, a young, erratic aura was approaching here.

Moreover, both of them had an aura that made the Fire Thief feel familiar.

Tread-

The fire lit up, and the flame ignited by the spirit burned on the shoulders.

Coming out of the darkness, Hercules happened to meet Prometheus' eyes.

His hands were tied together, stained with blood, and iron nails were driven into his chest.

Not like a god, but a meeting between a prisoner and a hero.

Looking at the Creator whom he finally saw, Hercules was speechless for a moment.

"You... are the creator of the Bronze Age."

"The one who stole the divine fire from heaven, Prometheus the Forerunner?"

“…Ahem…It’s me.”

"If you're talking about what people call me, then that's exactly what they call me..."

The low panting, hoarse voice seemed to have traveled through the years.

Looking at the young and fearless visitor, Prometheus breathed a sigh of relief.

"Son of Zeus, the human being beloved by the times, you are finally here..."