Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

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Just as Hercules and his party walked to the door, in a special room in Silvermoon City.

On a bright afternoon, the sun shines into the house through the window.

Peck up a 'Ebi bean' and take a sip of delicious black tea.

As a wise bird, Zephyros felt that his days were extremely leisurely.

There is no busyness, no tasks, no need to figure out what your boss is thinking, and no need to maintain good relationships with colleagues who are often emotionally aggressive.

The only thing you need to do is stay here and cooperate with humans to do some harmless little things.

Free your mind and enjoy yourself.

For the first time in tens of thousands of years, the God of the West Wind felt a sense of relief from the bottom of his heart.

Crack, crack—

"Pfft - what a weird taste."

“So, has the taste of this bean been changed again?”

"Heh, as a wise being - as a god who condescends to be a bird, they are unwilling to make special snacks for me."

"When I take over this city in the future, I will make sure they make this kind of product according to my taste, no exceptions!"

Click, click, click...

After eating another 'Ebi Bean', Zeferos showed an expression as if he was eating a fly.

A spicy and dizzy feeling rushed straight from its mouth to its brain, making it subconsciously spit it out.

But when the excitement wears off, it feels a little bit high again.

'Ebidou', a special food.

This was a specialty snack from Silvermoon City brought to him by a woman. It was rumored that the original inspiration came from a dream of a great wizard.

In his boyhood dreams, the powerful wizard once traveled through a bizarre world as a traveler, where there were warring chess pieces, cards with crowns, the overthrow of the rabbit kingdom, and puppets with growing noses.

During this journey, the young wizard tasted all kinds of strange and exotic foods.

For example, there are lively black dessert frogs, candies that crawl like worms, and beans with various flavors.

This is undoubtedly in line with the unpredictable nature of dreams. In a dream, no one knows what will happen next.

When a person wakes up from a dream, they will quickly distinguish between the dream and reality.

However, the young wizard obviously did not want to distinguish, as this dream left a deep impression on him.

So he regarded his boyhood dream as an adventure and worked hard to become a better person.

The final result is obvious. When the great wizard reaches the pinnacle of the world, no matter whether the dream was true or false, he has the ability to turn it into reality.

One invention after another came out of his hands, and 'Ebidou' was one of the finished products.

It is said that in the dream of the great wizard when he was young, this was a kind of bean whose specific taste no one could distinguish.

The smell of chili, bird droppings, essential oils, and all kinds of other smells.

Therefore, its original name was "Bibi Many-Flavored Beans", but in Zephyrus' opinion, the new name he gave it sounds better.

Click, click, click...

"Jingle Bell……"

"Ok?"

Just as I was enjoying a leisurely afternoon, suddenly, the rhythmic sound of wind chimes rang out.

Looking sideways, I saw a pink bell making a clear sound not far away.

Reluctantly getting up from the table, Zeferos shook off the feathers that had fallen down on his body.

He knew what it was. Where he lived, this kind of ringing sound was a sign that a visitor had arrived.

After all, it is only a temporary owner of the bird now, and if there is a need, people will often come to it to do something.

"But at this time... it's here again. You really won't give up."

"Oh, it's useless... I'm just a mortal, how could I possibly agree to her conditions!"

With a low hum, Zeferos immediately knew who the visitor was.

There was no other possibility except that rude guy.

Although I do have to thank him for helping me escape those endless exams and successfully obtain temporary status.

But in other aspects, he would never compromise.

As a god, even if he has temporarily turned into a bird, Zephyrus knows that he has a bottom line.

And it was because she didn't know her true identity, otherwise, even if I scared her, I would be able to scare her to death.

"Humph."

"I've heard that the humans in Silvermoon City are arrogant and rude. Now I see that it's true."

"When I leave here, I will definitely teach you a lesson if I have the chance."

Fluttering his wings, Zeferos flew to the windowsill nearby.

Because he knows that some people won't go through the door.

Click...

whoosh-

As soon as I stood in position, the crystal window that was originally closed opened automatically.

A gust of sharp air blew in his face, blowing Zephyrus' feathers into a mess.

Even if he did not use his authority, such airflow would never have the effect on this body that seemed to be favored by the rules of the wind.

But since coming to this city, the God of West Wind has always suppressed his instincts in order to ensure that his identity would not be revealed.

The oncoming air current was swift and short, and when it ended, the bird that Zephyrus had transformed into raised its head.

However, just as he looked out, in the eyes of the God of West Wind, a "big" hand followed.

"Gah-"

"Let me go, you are violating my rights as a temporary identity holder!"

"I'm not your pet, you have no right to touch me!"

The feathers all over his body suddenly exploded and Zeferos struggled desperately.

The bird finally managed to break free from the 'big' hand that was holding it and flew into the air.

Not far away, the witch looked at it with amusement.

Sitting sideways on a forked wooden stick, her robe split open at the bottom, revealing a pair of long white legs.

The pointed hat was worn askew on his head, and a silver ornament hung from his right ear.

It’s like the witch in a fairy tale has come to reality, and all she needs is a magic wand that can make wishes come true.

However, as a native of Chaos, Zephyros could not experience the feeling of transcending fantasy and reality.

"You learn very quickly. I didn't expect you to fail the test on the truly useful knowledge. You did memorize the regulations very clearly."

"If it were someone else, they would probably think you were a native who grew up in Silvermoon City."

Covering her mouth and chuckling, looking at the gray sparrow that was trying hard to tidy up its feathers, even Medea herself felt a little unreal at the moment.

She still remembered how nervous she was when she first decided to go into battle herself after sending away those guys in the parliament.

After all, in the past, although Silver Moon City had come into contact with gods, the objects they came into contact with were often very polarized.

If she is not the Goddess of the Demonic Web, she is at least the Lord of the Wilderness who has a real divine weapon in his hand.

Their strength is almost the strongest among the gods, and with the help of the power projected by the magic network and the moon phases of the spiritual world, no one dares to question their authority.

Apart from that, the only ones they had contact with were the pitiful regional gods with weak combat capabilities.

Unfortunately, from ancient times to the present, there are countless local gods who were "killed" by human heroes in a fit of rage.

Neither humans nor true gods, not even they themselves, actually regard themselves as gods.

Without the transformation of authority, even if they possessed a little bit of divine power, these regional gods would rarely be able to become opponents of the demigod heroes.

Therefore, when Medea was preparing to have close contact with a real god for the first time, even a being that was suspected to be a main god, she made countless preparations both overtly and covertly.

With the help of his identity as the temporary custodian of the mystery lock, he misused the public equipment for personal gain, enhanced the local power at the cost of reducing the overall effectiveness, and activated forbidden witchcraft to cut off part of the flesh and soul and store them, which he would use as an anchor to resurrect when an accident occurred.

In addition, she also secretly abused her power for personal gain and made a lot of false accounts in secret. She prepared seven secret treasure houses across the southern continent for herself, cracked the programs of some clock towers, and prepared to take away a high tower directly.

You know, once something goes wrong, you're not sure whether you can escape with your life, but it's certain that your own strength will be greatly damaged.

And if Medea detonated such a big bomb in Silvermoon City, even if she could finally suppress it, she herself would probably instantly turn from one of the twelve powerful tower masters into a heinous criminal wanted by the whole city.

So in order to prevent this worst-case scenario from happening and to avoid becoming a prisoner, Medea simply treated everyone as an imaginary enemy in advance.

If nothing happens, then everything is fine.

With her abilities, it was easy and pleasant for her to balance the accounts without making a fuss.

But if something goes wrong, she will run away on her own without anyone having to look for her.

She, Medea, no one can judge her!

"Tsk."

"The only pity is that I have prepared so much, but the only thing I didn't expect is that this god seems to be not very smart."

"Maybe the rumor is wrong, or maybe he is a special case?"

"Anyway, judging from the various descriptions of the Sea King, the God of War, the Goddess of Beauty, and the Queen of Heaven, the gods don't seem to be emotionally stable beings."

"They are just like humans, and they are immortal, the so-called 'born noble' humans."

"Even if there are a few emotionally stable ones among them, they don't seem to be so stupid."

"As the truly discerning beings among the gods, I'm afraid neither the God King nor the Goddess of Wisdom will be fooled by our little tricks."

I don’t know the exact reason, but after the initial shock, Medea gave up thinking about it.

Regardless, it was true that the being before him was a god, and it was also true that he was unexpectedly peaceful.

Since the result is good, there is no need to worry about it.

Aside from her occasional thrill-seeking urges, Medea felt that her encounter with the god was all good.

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"That's good to know. I have already memorized the rules and regulations of Silver Moon City."

"If you continue to act recklessly like this, I will go to the temple judge to sue you!"

Not knowing what the witch in front of him was thinking in such a short period of time, Zeferos finally managed to regain his normal state.

With his wings vibrating, he cautiously distanced himself from the other party.

It's not worth it to waste all the efforts for such a small matter, so in order to prevent this human from behaving without sense of boundaries, Zeferos can only choose to stay away.

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"Tell me, what are you doing here?"

"Hmm...what do you think?"

Medea asked with a smile, her eyebrows curved.

"Oh, who knows what you are thinking."

"I'm warning you. As a human who has lived for nearly a thousand years, you are considered an elder among your kind. Some things are impossible."

"Even if I starve to death or jump off here, I will never sign any ridiculous magical pet contract with you, it will--"

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He was loudly stating his principles, but when he saw the witch in front of him suddenly change her expression, Zeferos felt something was wrong.

Well, he forgot.

Unlike gods, many humans do not seem to be proud of living a long life, and some even feel disgusted with it.

Zeferos expressed his apologies for this mistake he made.

But as a god, even if the so-called magic pet contract could not restrict him at all, he would never sign it.

Zeferos had actually seen the contract before.

I have to say, it is indeed an extremely ingenious design.

It only costs a small price to create a strong bond - but unlike the oath of the Styx that is responded to by the laws, this contract between mortals is rooted in blood and spirit.

For mortals, this kind of bond that penetrates the flesh and soul is certainly strong enough, but the body of a god is very different from that of a mortal being.

Gods are naturally able to transform freely between matter and spirit. The purest divinity originates from both and is higher than both.

So with God, this covenant is not lasting.

It's like someone has put a mark on your body. It looks very obvious, but it can fall off after washing.

Even if the gods know how to do it, they can make this contract a unilateral agreement.

However, considering that the subject of the contract is biased towards humans, this one-sidedness is meaningless.

It seems that there is no need for Zeferos to reject the agreement, as it will not cause any harm anyway.

However, whether it can 'fall off' is one thing, and whether it has been 'stamped' is another matter in itself.

Undoubtedly, although a lot has changed during this time in Silvermoon City, in some aspects, Zeferos still has not reached such a low bottom line.

"Um……"

His eyes moved slightly, and the God of West Wind thought secretly.

In a flash, Zeferos flew towards the bustling area of ​​the city.

Although this human being is hateful, thanks to her, I no longer have to face those hateful test questions.

Even after obtaining the temporary identity, he could still move around within a limited range.

There had never been a good reason before, so Zephyrus never left too far from where he lived.

Now that he has found the opportunity, he might as well go and take a look.