Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

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Above the sea of ​​clouds, birds are singing.

The God King had just seen off the Lord of Darkness in the Golden Palace not long ago, and he felt much better.

Erebus had no interest in the banquet of the gods.

From the beginning to the end, his arrival was just to express his attitude again.

'Don't worry, I will definitely follow you as long as you get in.'

Although he didn't say it directly, that's roughly what he meant.

So at the end of the banquet, Zeus rebuked Ares for the trouble Achilles had caused.

But the God King turned a blind eye to the root cause of all this.

He would not take the initiative to do anything, but Zeus believed that it would not be long before what he wanted would come to him one by one.

For example, the centaur who sneaked into the sacred mountain before, or something else.

In a very good mood, the King of Gods came to the back mountain of Olympus.

Looking down from here, you can see nine layers of sea of ​​clouds falling one after another.

The world seems to be shrouded in a layer of fog, yet it seems to be right under our feet.

brush--

"Ok?"

It had been a long time since he had last admired the scenery of the sacred mountain. However, at a certain moment, Zeus looked up in surprise.

In the direction where his eyes were looking, a stream of light white was winding its way towards him.

It was her... He was stunned at first, then frowned.

The King of Gods recognized the visitor, and he could be considered a frequent visitor to Olympus.

I just don’t know why, in Zeus’s perception, the other party’s condition today made him feel a little strange.

It's like a precious pearl covered with dust or a white jade with a flaw.

Something that was originally perfect has a flaw and is no longer as perfect as before.

And the most special thing is that this kind of "imperfection" actually made him feel a little uncomfortable from nowhere.

This intuition came without any warning, but he instinctively wanted to stay away.

"…Welcome, Lachesis."

"What wind brought you to the land of the gods today, leaving Mount Nysa?"

"It's a pity that you came a little late, otherwise you might have been able to catch the banquet of the gods."

Without making any movement, the God King revealed a surprised smile.

He opened his arms as if to give the visitor a hug.

A light stream of light fell to the ground, and Lachesis walked out of it.

Looking at the God King approaching, the Goddess who weighs fate subconsciously took a step back.

He stretched out the short ruler in his hand, blocking Zeus from getting closer.

"Your Majesty, my sister should have told you."

"If possible, she wants you to avoid any direct contact with her."

"Yes, that's what happened."

"But Lachesis, I remember that it seemed to be limited to her."

Still laughing, the God King stopped.

"You and your sister don't have this request... I asked her why at the time, but unfortunately she didn't tell me the reason."

"..."

In silence, Lachesis knew that Zeus was right.

But unfortunately, things are different now.

"It's different now."

"Kroto is fine, but I...can't have contact with you either."

"Otherwise, there will be absolutely no good outcome for either you or me."

"…Is that so? If so, I'll make a note of it."

He nodded, but his expression couldn't tell what Zeus was thinking.

The God King accepted this rule very easily, and no dignity of a God King could be seen on him.

This has always been Zeus' attitude towards the goddesses of fate, his three nominal daughters.

He never took the initiative to look for them, but if they came to him, the God King would always treat them with courtesy.

Some gods were puzzled by this. After all, the King of Gods should be the one who fears fate the most.

But for thousands of years, Zeus has been like this.

Gradually, the gods got used to it.

"Well, Lachesis, let's get back to the topic."

"As far as I can remember, although you occasionally come to Olympus, you have never come to see me specifically."

"Under the guidance of fate, as long as you don't want to see me, you can always avoid me."

"So Laxus, is there anything you need me to do for you today?"

"No matter what it is, as long as I can do it, I will never refuse."

"I need you to find someone for me."

"His name is Paris... I could have seen him, but now he is out of my 'sight'."

She spoke slowly, but Lachesis did not say anything about Atropos.

Because the goddess of fate cannot speak out the fate she sees unless she wants to guide that person onto the path he was destined to take.

"Whether it's the sky, the earth, or the ocean, as long as he is in this world, I will find him."

"Now only the authority of the God King can accomplish this the fastest, and this is why I came to you."

"Is that so? I know."

"No problem, it's just a small thing."

Without asking any questions, Zeus simply nodded and agreed.

He just made a fist in the air, and the three-colored scepter appeared in his hand.

The invisible waves centered on Olympus and swept across the earth along the order established by the royal power.

In just a moment, Zeus found the person mentioned by the goddess of fate.

"Is it that easy..."

It was somewhat unexpected that there was no hindrance at all.

At first, Zeus thought that this human being who could not be observed by the goddess of fate was protected by some existence.

With a slight movement in his heart, the God King wanted to investigate the man's situation for a moment, but soon he interrupted this thought himself.

No... there's no need for that.

He drew a circle in the air with the scepter, and the next moment, a picture emerged from it.

Zeus then spoke and pointed out the location in the picture.

"This is the human world, near the royal city of Sparta."

"The person you are looking for is right there... Lachesis, do you need me to bring him to you?"

"No, I'll take care of it myself."

She flatly refused, but as soon as she said it, Laxus felt that she was a little too cold.

In any case, Zeus provided them with a lot of help in many things.

So after thinking about it, the goddess gave an explanation.

"The trouble he is in is not small, but it cannot be solved by force."

"If Your Majesty intervenes, it will probably make the situation even more unpredictable."

"Don't worry, I understand."

Zeus smiled and waved his hand, then invited: "Then Lachesis, would you like to sit on the sacred mountain for a while?"

"No need, I have to deal with this matter quickly."

Atropos's whereabouts are still unclear, and Lachesis just wants to find her sister as soon as possible.

The goddess waved her clothes and left in a hurry.

Soon, peace returned to the top of Mount Olympus.

The God King just smiled to himself as if nothing had happened, and continued to enjoy the view of the sea of ​​clouds.

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Human world, the plains of Laconia.

East bank of the Eurotas River.

A hurricane blew up in the sky and thick clouds piled up together.

Under the gloomy sky, there is dry air without any water vapor.

Riding the strong winds, clouds and rain, a prince with a completely changed temperament descended from the sky.

Across the wide river, Paris looked at the huge city built on the west bank, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

In that illusion, in that so-called future, it was here that he and Helen became closer and closer.

And this is also the source of his subsequent pain.

Because of this relationship that should not have existed, he and his kingdom eventually paid the price with their lives.

His brother and father also died as a result, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers died with blood on the city walls.

but……

"But what does this have to do with Helen?"

"She was so beautiful and so kind."

"She was meant to be mine. I am her destiny!"

"The Spartans are a group of barbarians who eat raw meat and drink blood."

"Ridiculous traditions, ridiculous country."

"Is a place like this worthy of Helen staying?"

Step by step, the prince strolled along the river.

Although it was just a false future, to him it was as if he had really experienced it.

Everything else seemed like an illusion, and Paris could not remember what exactly happened to him in the so-called future.

But there was one thing he was sure of, that was that he and Helen were indeed in love with each other.

Of course, there is nothing strange about this.

After all, no matter how you think about it, between the handsome Paris with a wealthy family and the plain-looking Sparta with cruel traditions, most people would make the right choice.

Paris waved the elder wand in his hand casually, and his heart moved slightly.

Then, under his will, the mud on the shore gathered together.

They turned into stone bricks and finally formed a wide arch bridge.

Walking onto the arch bridge, the prince's face was full of joy.

He likes this feeling, likes the beauty of having his dreams come true.

"Wait a minute, who are you to dare to build a bridge on my body?"

Suddenly, an angry shout was heard.

The prince frowned, then a smile appeared on his face again.

Turning around and looking back, I saw a rough middle-aged man with blue hair looking over here in the river not far away.

Paris felt a little threatened by the other party.

"Ah."

With a low chuckle, the prince had roughly understood what was going on over the past few days.

These existences that make him feel threatened are actually only a threat to his normal self, not the self holding the magic wand.

And in front of this magic wand that belongs to him, the so-called threat is just this.

"Who are you to block my way?"

The young prince asked with a playful tone.

"Mortal, I am Eurotas, god of this river."

“It’s named after me, and only people with my permission can build a bridge here.”

Not wanting to get involved, the river god continued, "There is a bridge not far from here, and next to the bridge there is a temple that belongs to me."

"Just pray for a few moments in the temple, and you can cross the river at any time."

As a regional god spread all over the world and the most insignificant yet important member of the Oceanic God System, the River God is not qualified to establish a formal church or belief.

In other words, they cannot do this with their meager divine power.

But with the rise of the Age of Faith, many river gods and lake gods more or less hoped to accumulate more divine power through this.

If their main bodies are destroyed in the future, they may be able to rely on their past accumulation to withstand the backlash and avoid falling into eternal sleep.

So situations like the Eurotas River became common, whether it was irrigating the river banks, flowing through the river, or even catching fish.

These regional gods, whose real combat power might not be that strong even if they were not restricted, coexisted with the human kingdom and became an indispensable part of the human world.

"Now, destroy this bridge."

"Mortal, this is also the agreement between me and Sparta."

As if he saw that Paris was extraordinary, the river god behaved quite politely.

As an immortal but weak regional god, Eurotas would not want to cause trouble if he could avoid it.