Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

A lot has happened in the world over the past few months.

On the mainland, soldiers from various countries were fighting on the battlefield, and the goddess who walked down from Mount Nisa could never go back.

In the Golden Palace of Olympus, the celebratory banquet of the gods had just ended.

Although the tragic defeat of the human world has already reached the ears of the gods, they are confident that they will soon receive another wave of new forces.

And above the East China Sea, Hercules finally brought Prometheus out.

He retrieved the alchemical boat he was on and prepared to return to the mainland.

In addition, in more corners, countless plots are being carried out in secret.

Although no one thought that the God King, who was at the peak of his power at this time, would fall, no one thought that another era was about to come to an end.

But for some beings, this in itself is not important.

After all, the weak wait for the arrival of the trend, but the strong are the root of everything.

However, during this period of time, the God of West Wind, who was a close minister of the King of Gods and the arranger of the Trial of Hercules, failed to accomplish a single thing.

Even in the strange building, Zeferos once again felt that his recent experiences had been terrible.

“Aaaahhhhhhhhh—damn it.”

"What a broken city! That's enough!"

"You are a bunch of inherently evil people from Silvermoon City. I have to admit that you have irritated me once again."

"For the last time, I'll give you one last chance."

"If you won't seize the opportunity, then I'll risk it all!"

In a separate room, the God of West Wind spoke in an intense tone.

But perhaps considering where he was, Zeferos tried to keep his voice as low as possible.

You know, although he was sure that there was no life around him and it was impossible for anyone to eavesdrop on his conversation, the God of West Wind still wanted to be cautious.

After all, as a god who is unrivaled in the world in the ability of camouflage and stealth, Zeferos doesn't want to capsize in the gutter.

"Um……"

"But strictly speaking, from a bird's perspective, the service Silver Moon City provides me is still pretty good."

"There are hundreds of kinds of delicacies they call 'bird feed' alone, and many of them are more delicious than those made by the nymphs who prepare banquets for the gods."

"But then again, what does 'feed' mean? Is it a made-up word? If you look at it that way, it seems understandable."

"After all, whether in the sacred mountain or in the human world, it seems that I have never seen food specially prepared for places other than the gods and humans."

Zeferos lowered his head and took a bite of the colorful beans on the plate, feeling a little regretful.

These are food for the birds anyway.

As a result, although the taste was indeed good, the God of West Wind felt a little uncomfortable.

After a while, after finishing the snacks on the plate, Zeferos looked down on the extravagance of Silvermoon City, flapped his wings and pressed a button in the room.

After a while, with a "click" sound, the table top separated.

Soon, a tray floated up from inside, with three things on it.

A book, a syringe made of transparent crystal, and a small note.

There are words on the note, but they cannot be seen for the time being.

But Zephyros knew why, for he had not yet completed his daily tasks.

"Oh, stupid human."

Staring at the tray in front of him for a while, the God of West Wind sneered to himself.

He grabbed the syringe with his claws and decisively injected himself with it.

Soon, bright red blood flowed out.

Zeferos looked at it for a while and confirmed again that, just like before, there was no power that could be directly manifested in this blood.

"Humph."

Throwing the syringe filled with blood onto the table, the God of West Wind once again despised the so-called witchcraft of Silvermoon City, saying it was nothing more than this.

Zeferos came here because he failed the written test.

According to regulations, this group of mortals will give him a physical test.

In order to enter the city as quickly as possible, and also out of fear of the power of the mystery lock, the God of West Wind naturally would not resist this test without revealing his identity.

At first, everything went smoothly.

However, at the 'blood test' stage, the God of West Wind was stopped again.

In order to prevent his identity as a god from being discovered, Zeferos tried his best to make his blood appear in the most ordinary form.

But such behavior actually led to a problem. According to the rigid machine, as a bird, the physical strength of the God of West Wind and the energy contained in his blood were extremely mismatched.

What could Zephyrus do?

He didn't understand what energy and strength were. After all, the body of a god could even exist completely independently of material form, and no one would pay attention to such useless things.

But something went wrong with the test and he couldn't be released.

After many twists and turns, it finally became the situation we have today.

The God of West Wind was brought to this room, and the rigid machine gave him two choices.

One is to wait for the results of his blood test. As long as all the tests are completed and it is proven to be harmless, he will be able to enter the city.

However, the progress varies in speed, it may take a few days, a few months, a few quarters, or even a few years... In short, there is no specific time.

The other option is to pick up the written test again and continue taking it until the day you pass it.

"Considering the situation of No. 001, this supervisor recommends option No. 2."

"We will provide learning materials, relevant knowledge, and excellent living conditions to help you complete the learning of basic knowledge as quickly as possible."

“Knowledge is the ladder for all things to advance.”

"This Supervisor sincerely hopes that Mr. 001 can quickly get rid of his current status of substandard cultural level and become a knowledgeable, cultured, and polite new-age life, rather than spending his entire life in ignorance and stupidity like some barbarians in other parts of the continent."

That's what the metal ball said to him that day.

After hearing this, Zeferos became furious.

Then, in extreme anger, the God of West Wind was angry for the whole day, but in the end, he did nothing.

Well, after all, he is not a human being, so those ignorance and stupidity naturally do not refer to him.

What's more, Zeferos was not a god who was easily overwhelmed. From the beginning of the Second Age to now, he had never done anything because of his emotional tendencies.

So from that day on, the God of the West Wind began his journey of learning and taking exams.

Apart from drawing blood once a day as part of his daily routine, he spent most of his time reading, answering papers, and enjoying life.

"call--"

"What a foolish human being! Until now, they haven't discovered anything wrong with my blood."

"But it's also true. How can a mortal understand the blood of a god? Otherwise, how could I give it away so readily?"

"It's this test... humph, damn it."

"I don't know if it's an illusion, but why do I feel like it's getting harder and harder?"

He frowned and thought for a moment, but Zeferos still didn't think deeply about it.

After all, although he still refused to admit it, as a god who was actually willing to use his brain, the God of West Wind was not stupid.

These days, the more he read the so-called basic knowledge of Silvermoon City, the more Zeferos felt that the principles contained therein were extraordinary.

Questions that test thinking, numerical calculations and changes, the mapping of various graphics, and the popularization of the basic knowledge of witchcraft... Not to mention anything else, after learning these, in just these few short months, Zeferos feels that his combat power in the world has probably risen by more than one level.

In the past, although the gods could use magic at will in the human world, most of the gods in Olympus were not very interested in those complicated things. At most, they only had a special liking for the special magic created by relying on their own authority, and then relied on the domain they controlled to fight with the gods.

As for those divine structures that imitated witchcraft...they were created by the goddess of wisdom, and then developed by the wise believers among mortals.

As for myself, as long as I can provide sufficient holy power, it will be enough, there is no need for research at all.

But now, faced with those divine arts that are much simpler than witchcraft but still somewhat complicated, the God of West Wind feels that he can do them with ease.

And precisely for this reason, considering that the beacon showed that Hercules was still in Silvermoon City and had not left, Zephyros was not too anxious.

"But even though I'm not in a hurry, it still makes me sad every time I look at this score."

"Besides, it's better to do this sooner rather than later. I really want to learn about these things. I have plenty of time to spend later."

"It's really hard to understand... just a little bit, every time just a little bit - is it really not that the test paper has become more difficult, or is my level improving so slowly?"

"It shouldn't be like this... No matter how you think about it, I should have passed it a long time ago."

Gnashing his teeth, the God of West Wind clearly felt that he had gained a lot, so why couldn't he show any results when it came to the test paper?

But his recent studies have made him subconsciously feel that Silvermoon City should be a place where reason prevails, so as he thought about it, Zeferos just threw the syringe back into the tray.

With a little bit of nervousness, he opened the note whose handwriting was unclear.

This is the score report of his previous test. The total score of the test paper is 1,800, and he only needs to get 1,000 points right.

The God of West Wind still had some confidence in yesterday's test. He felt that it should be stable this time... However, the next moment, when he saw the clear handwriting on the note, the bird's face that had been expectant turned as black as the bottom of a pot again.

Because although there is a little progress compared to last time, there is still some distance from success.

"997! Damn it!"

"The first time was six hundred, the second time was eight hundred, and the third time was nine hundred."

"Then it was 910, 920, 930...990. It was obviously almost there, but the rate of increase dropped again!"

"991, 992, all the way to 997, just this last bit, why on earth is this happening?!!"

I just wanted to tear up the paper. This feeling of being closer and closer to the finish line but always just one step away and never reaching the goal is too torturous.

Even if he had to give up, Zeferos was reluctant.

After taking several deep breaths, the God of West Wind always felt that something was wrong.

But if you really ask him to point out what's wrong, he can't say it.

In desperation, Zeferos could only comfort himself secretly.

It’s almost there. When it reaches 999, there won’t be 999.1 left, right?

Well, probably not.

If so, then I will...

"……hateful."

After waiting for a moment, without figuring out what to do, Zeferos's bird claws grabbed the last item on the tray.

That is today's reference material, which contains knowledge based on his wrong questions, and can be said to be very targeted.

For example, the first piece of knowledge is how to divide an arbitrary triangle into three equal parts using only a ruler and a pen.

"Tsk."

Shaking his head slightly, Zeferos' bird eyes glanced at a flashing red dot nearby.

He didn't know what it was, but like the other things, he didn't sense any life.

It was not a living creature, and it did not move under his nose, so the God of West Wind did not care.

He turned the pages of the book, ready to see what strange way these humans had come up with to divide this angle, and what specific uses this thing had in reality.

"It better be useful, otherwise whoever asked this question is really stupid."

Muttering to himself, Zeferos opened the book and turned the page.

······

“…It better be useful.”

"…Otherwise the person who asked this question is really stupid."

At the same time, the core of the tower.

Just as the God of West Wind turned to the next page, the same voice sounded here, and even the tone did not change at all.