Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

"Well……"

"What time is this?"

In a beautifully decorated room, on a soft big bed.

Waking up from a daze, Helen's eyes looked a little dazed.

Outside the window is the sunset and the day is coming to an end.

But Helen remembered clearly that she fell asleep on such an evening.

Did I sleep for a whole day without realizing it... Shaking her head gently, the girl tried to sit up from the bed, but she just felt weak all over.

It was as if she had not simply slept for a while, but a long time had passed.

After a fruitless effort, Helen lay back on the bed and began to recall what had happened before she went to bed.

There was nothing special about it. The only difference was that I seemed to have had a very long dream...

Helen cleared her mind and vaguely remembered something.

She seemed to have transformed into a woman much older than her, standing on a high mountain.

There were two other blurry figures accompanying them on the left and right, one of them was responsible for weaving and the other was holding scissors.

As for Helen herself, she held a long ruler and measured the length of the cutting.

Every time you measure a piece of cloth, it's like seeing a piece of life.

At the end of this long dream, Helen felt as if she saw a very familiar figure.

The figure's life went through many twists and turns, experiencing lows and highs.

At the moment before waking up from the dream, she was standing on the top of a high city wall, showing a sad smile to the countless figures below the city.

And at this moment, Helen opened her eyes.

"What a strange dream..."

He muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the chandelier on the ceiling.

Helen was still very young at this time, and had just reached adulthood.

After lying in bed for a while, the girl tried to sit up again.

But this time, Helen's hand accidentally touched something hard.

"……What's this?"

When Helen put the thing she touched in front of her eyes, she unexpectedly discovered that it was a wooden stick with distinct joints like fingers.

She had never seen it before, and there shouldn't be such a stick on her bed.

But for some reason, holding this object of unknown origin, Helen felt a sense of love and closeness.

It was as if it belonged to me and I was its only owner.

"..."

There was a short silence, and at some point Helen suddenly had an idea.

She waved gently towards herself.

The next moment, all the feeling of powerlessness in my body was completely driven away.

Instead, there is vitality and spirit.

"this--!"

With her eyes wide open, Helen was a little overwhelmed, but more of an unexpected surprise.

This was the first time she had seen such a magical scene.

"It doesn't matter where you are from, but this is my room."

"Since you've come to my place, from now on, you're mine!"

Helen held the stick tightly and whispered to herself, then a smile appeared on her face again.

In this era, everyone may encounter various adventures.

The great heroes in legendary stories are more likely to pick up a sword, which is a sharp weapon forged by the god of craftsmanship; and drink a glass of wine, which is a reward from the goddess of youth.

It’s not strange that there is such a thing next to me after a sleep.

The only thing she had to worry about was whether she would suddenly have a child after a while.

After all, there is precedent for all this... After a golden rain, the queen who was locked in the tower became pregnant with the offspring of the God-King.

Although this may not necessarily be a bad thing, for young Helen, this is not the future she wants.

……

trickle--

Outside the palace's skylight, white doves were quietly perched on the treetops.

Through the window frame, Laxus quietly watched Helen wake up and then use the magic wand for the first time.

If you replace someone else's destiny, you must return an equal reward.

So Lachesis simply left the Elder Wand, which was already unusable, there. As for the possible disturbance to fate that this might cause... there was nothing that could be done about it.

After all, even Paris was dead, and as another mortal protagonist, Helen probably had no chance to cause a new round of Trojan War.

"...This fate ends here."

"It's hard to correct mistakes that have already been made. I can only try to avoid bigger mistakes."

After watching for a while, Laxus flapped her wings.

Soon, the white dove flew up from the tree and headed towards the east of the continent.

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North of Athens.

A huge seaport near the coastline.

Densely packed warships were lined up closely on the coast, and most of them had already sailed out of the port.

A solemn atmosphere permeated the coast. Apparently, word had spread that the maritime countries were beginning to tentatively sail into the Athens trade route.

On the calm sea, runes glowed on the wooden hull; under the high-hanging sails were huge crossbows.

Occasionally, you can see a few crystal tubes on the hulls of some huge ships. If people in later generations saw this scene, they would probably blurt out the word "cannon".

For a moment, the classical and modern painting styles seemed to be combined together, giving people a strange and harmonious feeling.

But for the Athenians at that time, they could not realize the specialness of this.

After all, in their impression, this is what the navy should look like.

On the largest and most "advanced" flagship among the numerous warships, a group of Athenian soldiers, who were obviously dressed like naval admirals, were surrounding a young man.

A sea chart was spread out in front of them, as if they were studying the war.

Just from the looks of several people, they obviously did not reach a consensus on the future direction.

Salsa…

A light friction sound was heard, and fingers slowly moved across the nautical chart.

The middle-aged general was obviously trying his best to remain calm, but his eyes were still twitching as he looked at the ridiculous straight line on the nautical chart.

Not long ago, this young man holding the token of the new king came to the Athenian navy base and announced that he would take over the war against foreign enemies.

And his method of meeting the enemy is this straight line.

Naval warfare strategy?

The middle-aged general really hopes so.

But no matter how you look at it, this is just a doodle that a three-year-old could draw.

We don't understand the sea conditions, the climate, or the locations of supply for both sides, or where we might be affected by the power of the other side's belief in gods.

If applied to the army's attack, this so-called strategy is like connecting the military camp with the location of the enemy's city and then requiring the army to charge.

No matter whether there are hills or swamps ahead, or whether there is a possibility of an ambush, you must move forward at full speed and never move forward.

"Mr. Ivan...I have no problem with Her Majesty the Queen's trust in you."

"After all, to be honest, I am also a veteran who fought with the previous king."

"The late king was wise and courageous. I believe his successor will not be much worse. Moreover, I have met many capable people like you over the years."

The middle-aged general spoke slowly, weighing his words.

Although he was very dissatisfied with this, he still did not want to conflict with the newcomer.

"In the beginning, I tend to judge them based on how I felt when I first met them."

"But later I gradually discovered that although some of them can show their abilities at the first meeting, others' performance is not obvious."

“But when I got to know them more, I realized that it was just that I didn’t understand what they were really good at.”

"As a general, I don't know much about governing a country or advanced alchemy techniques. Just like these alchemy equipment I bought at a high price, I only know how to use them, but I don't know how to repair them at all."

"Perhaps you are like that in some aspects. You have extraordinary abilities in your professional field, and even few people in human countries can match you."

"But if we only talk about the war on the sea, then I think I still have some room to speak."

"No matter how you look at it, the plan you made does not conform to the traditional naval warfare thinking - at least that's what I understand."

"So if there are any special ideas here, I am willing to listen attentively and regard it as a way to increase my own knowledge."

"But if not... maybe you can refer to the strategy we have prepared in advance."

Reaching out and taking out another nautical chart, the middle-aged general felt that he had done his best to demonstrate his poor language skills.

After all, Athens was not a maritime power in the traditional sense.

Today's Athenian navy was mostly built during the reign of Theseus, and they are unable to compete with the traditional aristocrats in every aspect.

Take himself for example, the divine blood in the middle-aged general's body has been passed down for ten generations.

"So... this is the strategy you developed?"

Ignoring the general's complicated feelings, Ryan casually flipped through the map he took out.

The map was covered with marks of all sizes, and various arrows and curves were densely spread on it.

There are a total of six such nautical charts, which are obviously their previous deductions of the naval battle situation.

Putting aside various off-field factors, just looking at these nautical charts, Ryan had to look up to this unprepossessing general.

Although Athens' navy was established not long ago, perhaps precisely because of this, their tactical command was not influenced by the continental countries at all, but was closer to the style of Silvermoon City.

Ryan admitted that the other party's plan was indeed very good, and he didn't have to insist on his own opinion.

However, while looking through the nautical chart, Ryan suddenly discovered a somewhat embarrassing problem.

That is, as a separated incarnation of humanity, he cannot always accept Silver Moon City's prayers to the Lord of the Spirit World for thousands of years, nor can he receive the knowledge and memories that the Well of Samsara returns from the life and death of all living beings.

So at this moment, facing the signs of all sizes, Ryan actually didn't recognize any of them.

Well...it's no wonder when you think about it.

After all, the reason why Ryan came to command this so-called naval battle was not because he was very good at it, but because there was an insider helping in this battle.

Not long ago, in order to lure Poseidon out of his chamber, Nereus, who finally got a positive response from the 'Lord of Hell', came up with a bold idea.

He said that the maritime countries' attacks on Athens were influenced by him, and most of them were followers of the Sea King.

And if you want to achieve your wish, the best way is to let them all die at the bottom of the sea.

A major defeat, a tragic defeat, or even a provocation to the Sea King, would definitely arouse Poseidon's anger.

And because of Athens' current hostile relationship with the continental countries, no one would think there was anything wrong with this.

Even if Zeus knew about this, he would only think that this was some backup plan left by Athena, and would not suspect the ancient sea god.

So in this situation, it was completely a case of "Your Majesty, why do you surrender first when we are ready to fight to the death?" No matter how they fought, they were bound to win, so Ryan didn't spend any more effort.

Just looking at the middle-aged general who was doing his duty loyally in front of him, Ryan thought about it for a long time, but finally did not admit that he knew nothing about these nautical charts.

Anyway, you are sure to win. Since the result is the same, just make the process as simple as possible.

"Snapped--"

He casually put a few nautical charts aside and took out the one he drew at the beginning.

Under the gaze of the middle-aged general, Ryan slowly asked:

"So, General, are you sure you can win if you carry out your 'plan'?"

"No one can guarantee victory. Besides, the previous king is no longer with us. Strictly speaking, our military strength is actually at a disadvantage."

The middle-aged general explained in a deep voice.

"Well, how long will it take you to execute your 'plan'?"

"Naval warfare is all about finding opportunities. No one can be sure when and where the battle will take place."

"In fact, the plan I made must also be adjusted according to the situation and cannot be executed rigidly. I have already marked it above..."

"Then can you keep the enemy out of the country and prevent the maritime trade routes from being affected again?"

"I can not."

The answer was affirmative, and the general continued to explain: "The ocean is too big, we can't firmly guard every place."

"Besides, the enemy is strong and we are weak. We are destined to not be able to defend all the gaps..."

"But I can."

"So... do as I say."

After drawing a circle on the initial nautical chart, Ryan put down his pen.

There was no need for anything fancy; as long as they went straight ahead, they would almost certainly encounter an unsuspecting enemy navy in the area designated by Ryan.

As the war begins, the right time and right place will be on their side.

Regardless of wind direction, sea conditions, or even the schools of fish in the sea, they would assist the Athenian army and help them achieve the final victory.

The war among mortals is just the beginning; Poseidon is the big fish to be caught.

However, after hearing this, the middle-aged general could hardly hold back any longer.

No matter what, he couldn't tolerate this happening in front of him!

"Sir Ivan, please forgive me for being blunt - this is not a plan at all. This is suicide."

"No matter what, I can never--"

"All right."

"If you have any comments, you can raise them later."

"But now, I am the commander-in-chief."

Sighing in his heart, Ryan decided to give this loyal general adequate rewards later.

But now, he unceremoniously bid for Andrea's keepsake.

It was impossible for him to explain to the other party what he was going to do... and looking at the token from the royal family, the middle-aged general's face became increasingly ugly.

He raised his hand slightly, but in the end he did nothing.

"Ivan, you're going to regret this."

"If you lose the war, you will be the sinner of Athens!"

After saying the last sentence, the middle-aged general sat down on the chair and stopped talking.

He can't stop it, but he will express it in his own way.

In response, Ryan just waved his hand and gave a faint order.

"It seems that no one has any objections now... Then get ready and set sail."

"Just follow the direction I drew, head east, and don't deviate from it for even a moment."