Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

Salsa…

Salsa…

The tip of the pen slid across the paper, making a slight friction sound.

Without missing a word, Medea wrote down the voice she heard on the report sheet.

The shadow of the quill's tail feathers swayed slightly, as gracefully as a bird's wings.

Although there are new writing tools in Silvermoon City, most people are still accustomed to this old style.

There is no other reason. In many cases, oldness itself is also a trend.

Salsa…

Salsa…

Snapped--

“…Huh, I’ve finally finished writing.”

After writing the last word, put the pen down on the table.

Medea stretched, her plump figure faintly visible under her robe.

“I can’t understand the aesthetics of numbers. They are indeed primitive people. I feel that both people and gods in the West have a kind of antique cuteness.”

"But it's no wonder. After all, even the divine arts are just mechanically applied."

"Sure enough, except for a few, those so-called gods are probably all like this."

"In comparison, my nominal grandfather was probably a radical who wanted change."

"It's just that the direction of his change is not quite accurate, and he probably never thought about whether he has any living relatives."

The corners of the witch's mouth curled up slightly, and there was a smile on her face.

I looked at the mirror in front of me for a while, not knowing who I was laughing at.

After a while, the witch turned around and picked up a book.

In the mythological world, physics and chemistry may indeed be of little use, at least as they are understood by later generations.

After all, those are objective laws, and humans simply discover and apply them.

Once the world changes, the rules will no longer be the same. But as a tool created by intelligent life to analyze the world, mathematics is meaningful no matter where it is.

And she, Medea, a powerful witch who has existed for thousands of years, naturally would not have any biased views on numbers.

……

My fingers turned the pages of the book, but my mind was not in it.

Perhaps because of her recent contact with the gods, the witch recalled the past for a moment.

She was not born and raised in Silvermoon City, nor was she a descendant of the Bronze Age.

Young Medea was originally a princess of the city-state of Corinth. Her father, King Aeetes, was even the first generation of gods.

He was the son of Helios, the sun god, and Perseis, the ocean nymph and goddess of boiling water.

However, despite being the son of two gods, he still did not inherit the status of a god, so in the end, the king had to stay in the world as a demigod.

But the demigod born from two gods is special after all. Even though he is not a god, Aeetes still possesses a long life and great power that other descendants of gods cannot reach.

So naturally, Aeetes became the monarch of a human kingdom and led the people to believe in his father, the sun god who drove the divine chariot.

And according to the original trajectory of fate, this king will go down in history - although as a villain, preventing the 'protagonist' from stealing the Golden Fleece.

However, everything changed later. During the Sack of Typhon a thousand years ago, a terrible disaster befell the country.

Almost overnight, all of Helios's followers were transformed into twisted monsters.

Even Aeetes, the son of God, underwent changes that were unimaginable to ordinary people.

On that day, all those who were still normal died, and those who were abnormal died at the hands of the gods who came to put an end to the situation.

Countless blood dyed the city-state of Corinth red, and the earth was covered with a layer of blood.

Although she was accidentally not contaminated by the inherited divine blood, Medea would not have been an exception.

But fortunately, her aunt happened to come here that day.

So from that day on, the young Medea was brought to Silvermoon City by Circe and became a member of this city.

Maybe it's the attraction of fate, or maybe it's nature.

As she grew up, this witch, who was famous for her witchcraft in the original mythology, once again demonstrated her extraordinary talent.

Even here, she gradually became more powerful than the myths record.

Today, Medea has become one of the most powerful spellcasters in the world and has taken the position of the Keeper of the Mystery Lock... Of course, this has also brought some small problems.

For example, after accidentally discovering the intruder, Medea did not take any decisive action like other "tower masters".

As the owner of one of the twelve 'clock towers' outside Silvermoon City, this unfathomable witch concealed her discovery for a while, and instead 'explored' the secret of this visitor on her own.

Until recent days, according to the annual rotation, Medea had to give up her position as the guardian of the mystery lock.

In desperation, this somewhat eccentric witch finally reported her discovery to her colleagues.

hum-

Medea sat at the table and looked at her report, while secretly glancing at the movements of the birds displayed on the water curtain beside her.

However, at this moment, a sound came from the void, and then a light gate appeared out of thin air.

Soon, the door slowly opened, and a middle-aged man with a calm face walked out.

Looking around, the middle-aged man's eyes swept across every corner of the room, and finally stopped on Medea and the report in front of her.

"Medea, where is your report?"

"Another day has passed. What on earth have you written?"

Walking forward slowly, the middle-aged man looked down at the parchment on the table.

Sure enough, it is like this again.

His highest expectation for this witch was that she could do some serious work without causing trouble.

"… What is this… Recounting his words and deeds, recording his daily life… My dear Medea, I'm afraid you don't need to do this kind of trivial matter yourself."

"You know, what we really need is your experience over the past few months, not these useless things that any apprentice can do."

"But I don't have any experience. I've already told you everything I have."

Medea said casually, leaning back in her chair.

"Like I said, this is a non-threatening guy."

"He's not too aggressive and his emotions are pretty stable."

"I have no ill will towards Silvermoon City. Of course, I probably don't have any good intentions either."

“As for the purpose…it seems like he is here to look for someone.

"However, I have already arranged for people to investigate thoroughly, and the results have been told to me."

"There is no outsider named 'Hercules' as he said, not to mention that he is a demigod-level being."

"Obviously, if there is no problem with our own inspection, then the only explanation is that he was deceived - and it just so happens that, given his level of intelligence, I am not surprised by this outcome at all."

With a faint voice, Medea picked up her so-called 'report' and threw it to the middle-aged man.

The parchment flew through the air and finally fell to the ground with a "pop".

The middle-aged man did not pick up the phone, and his expression gradually became unhappy.

"Medea, you know that's not what I'm talking about."

"What I want to know is, what did you find from his divine blood?"

"This is a dangerous person. If we can't deal with him in time--"

"Of course I didn't find anything - if you don't believe me, you can try it yourself."

Without being polite, looking at the middle-aged man whose face had become even darker, Medea sneered and then pointed her hand forward.

There was a flash of silver light, and the next moment, it was as if one was forcibly expelled from the master's room.

The middle-aged man's figure flickered slightly a few times. He seemed to be trying to resist Medea's spell, but ultimately failed.

[Counter-teleport], a powerful spell that directly sent it back along the previous space trace.

Soon, the silver light faded, and Medea was the only one left in the room again.

"Tsk."

With a smile on her face, the witch once again turned her gaze to the movements of the bird in the light curtain.

A dangerous person? Is this guy also dangerous?

Besides, do they really think she doesn't know what these people are thinking... Everyone has already stood at the top of the current spellcasting field, so who doesn't understand who?

As the inheritors and promoters of the knowledge passed down by the Goddess of the Magic Web, powerful wizards in today's era can be said to have some knowledge of astrology and prophecy.

Although some are more accurate and some are completely inaccurate, there is at least one thing that everyone can do.

That is, after discovering this unexpected visitor of obviously high status, the wizard can use "prophecy" to judge the approximate strength of the other party, as well as the level of the existence related to the other party.

The more powerful the lives are, even if they do not control their own destiny, their existence itself will be as huge as a rock in the long river of destiny, and have a far-reaching impact like a dam.

Therefore, in this way, they can immediately find out the approximate attitude of the other party, unless the other party also has the relevant ability and actively hides the traces of his own destiny.

However, this time, this tried and tested trick went terribly wrong with this guy who was most likely the God of Olympus.

Because in Zephyros, these great wizards all felt a power that they had never sensed before.

It seems to come from the past, but it runs through the present and interweaves into the future.

It has no limits and is unfathomable.

Therefore, the fate of this god was changed long before the ancient times... and that is why almost all those who know about it in Silvermoon City are very secretive about it.

Changing their fate, even if it is not a change made at their own will, is enough to make them hesitate.

This uninvited guest instantly became a hot potato.

Some people wanted to tell the Demon Net Goddess about his existence, but the goddess was usually not at home.

No one knows where he ran off to, and even if we knew where he went, we might not be able to find him once we had passed him.

Some people want to give it a try, but are afraid of causing big problems.

After all, he is a god no matter what. Once he is enraged to the point of doing anything, no one will benefit.

So after all this time, things came to a standstill.

Until someone remembered Medea who had concealed the news, and came to ask her if she had done anything about it.

So without hiding anything, Medea spoke frankly about her exploration of the other party's divine blood... and then told everyone who wanted to know the result to get out immediately, as they were not welcome in her tower.

Ding--

"Ok?"

"…Access."

Another light screen beside her gave a prompting sound, and Medea tilted her head slightly.

After thinking for a while, she finally did not reject the communication.

As she finished her words, the light screen flickered.

The next moment, a wide hall appeared on the other side of the light screen.

Five or six beings with different appearances and attires emerged, among them was the middle-aged man who had just been expelled.

When he saw Medea appear, he obviously wanted to say something.

"To shut up"

The witch interrupted the other party calmly before he could speak.

"Or I can help you shut up... someday."

"you--"

"All right."

A voice came out from the light curtain, and then the other side fell silent.

Soon, a familiar voice came into the witch's ears through the alchemical light curtain.

"Medea is a loose organization and a platform for communication. No one will force you to reveal your findings."

"Since you don't want to announce it, then so be it."

"Just about this uninvited god...do you have any suggestions on how to deal with it?"

"My opinion?"

Subconsciously, she sat up a little straighter. To Medea, there were some people she didn't care about, but there were some others she still needed to pay attention to.

The middle-aged man before was actually just a young man who had lived for two or three hundred years. In terms of level, he was not even of the same level.

In comparison, the old man who is speaking now is different.

He was one of the first humans to receive knowledge from the Goddess of the Magic Net. No one knew whether he was the most powerful, but judging from the results, he must be the one who could survive the longest.

"My opinion is that he's not a threat."

"On the contrary, if I don't consider the other gods of Olympus, I even have a little bit of a good impression of him."

"It would be quite interesting if a god could join the ranks of spellcasters - of course, I know you won't agree."

Medea changed the subject and said seriously:

"If I must give you a specific suggestion, it would be to look for the human called Hercules."

"Let him come into the city and take the god away. Then you don't have to worry about this time bomb. How about that?"

“…It’s worth considering.”

The response came from the mirror. If it were another object, or another god, they really couldn't say what choice they would make.

But this guy who turned into a bird... he's a bit too dangerous.

When exploring the endless unknown, caution is the best way to save your life.

Therefore, no one was willing to irritate this god further before determining the source of his abnormality.

"Anyway, that's my opinion."

"You can discuss the rest among yourselves. As for the near future, I will continue to 'watch over' him."

"Anyway, if it were you, you would probably just maintain the status quo."

With a slight smile, Medea had no idea that in her original destiny she would become Hecate's priestess on earth.

But it has to be said that she was indeed influenced a lot by the other party.

Afterwards, she even planned to meet the deity in person.

Thinking about it this way, it’s quite exciting.