Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

Chapter 95 The Last Golden Human

Leaving the spiritual world, Iapetus returned to the residence of the Earth Mother with the special well water and the borrowed artifact whip.

Although with the life of the golden age as a template, the god of speech only needs to make repairs on its basis, but this is still not an easy task.

For this reason, he decisively accepted Ryan's suggestion, detoured to Hades, and picked up his two children. He asked the clever Prometheus to help him adjust the body of his life, and the dull Epimetheus to help him remember the personalities and talents that different beings should have.

As he expected, both gods did well. Over the centuries, horses, jackals, and other familiar creatures became more recognizable and less monstrous than their Golden Age cousins.

The characters that the gods had defined for their ancestors were also inherited by the Silver Generation. Loyalty, cruelty, docility, cunning, various different natures are presented by the water of the [Well of Origin] under the influence of divine power, and given different lives.

However, in order to keep it secret, Iapitus only created a pair of each kind of life, and then protected them with divine power. He planned to wait until everything was ready, and then use the artifact that once created humans to turn them into a tribe, so as not to be noticed by the monitor in advance.

The God of Speech is preparing, and something big has happened again in Khaos in these years. Three hundred and ninety years after the birth of Hestia and Demeter, the third daughter of the God King was born. Under the declaration of the laws of this world, all the gods knew her name, Hera, the goddess of fertility.

On the day she was born, part of the authority related to the original birth was severed again.

[Fertility], this is the reward given by Chaos to the Titan gods when they conceived them together with the Heavenly Father. Fatherhood made Uranus sit on the throne, while the power of procreation made Gaia the queen of the gods. Although it cannot enhance the gods themselves like the former, it can bring strength to their spouses and offspring.

This is the divine right that is most suitable for a queen of gods, so the birth of Hera also attracted more attention. However, just like her two sisters, she was never seen again except for the day when she celebrated the New God's birthday.

Time passed year by year, when Queen Rhea became pregnant again, when Iapitus created more and more silver lives, time finally reached a certain point.

Not because of accidents or being affected by the war between gods, the human beings in the Golden Age truly reached the end allowed by their fate.

······

At the foot of Mount Odiles, in front of the Temple of Korola.

"This is the first one."

Another stone slab was buried in the ground, and Hewa asked Cohen.

The upper part of the stone slab is exposed above the ground, and the lower part is deeply embedded in the soil. When the human being it corresponds to spends his last days, a body will be buried in front of the stone slab.

Even if the humans of the Golden Age died, their bodies would remain incorruptible for thousands of years.

"How many? I can't remember exactly."

"As a person who records history, you know their number better than I do. After all, for every person who dies, you carve the past for him and let them worship the gods as they did before they were alive."

Sitting next to Hewa, the King of Golden Humans glanced around. Compared with a few months ago, the number of humans around the temple has become much sparser.

After all, golden humans are God's creations, and they are all beings thrown out by the Creator's whip. Therefore, whether it is strength, endurance, or even lifespan, they are surprisingly similar.

When the first human lost his ageless appearance and died in just a few days, a large number of humans followed. Half a year has passed, and the human tribe under the sacred mountain is already half empty.

However, humans are not afraid of this, not only because they have no fear, but also because they know that death is just the beginning of another life.

The wise man Prometheus once told them that around the sun and around those shining stars, there were golden human spirits living there. They can continue to serve God, even in the vast starry sky.

But it is said that there seems to be little communication between the gods in the stars and those on the sacred mountains.

"Did the gods send an oracle?"

Holding the stone knife and moving his hand constantly, Hewa asked casually:

"Death is not terrible, but after we die, there will be no one to clean the temple and no one to worship the gods. This is the biggest problem."

"No."

Although Hewa didn't look at him, Cohen still shook his head.

It was as if he had been forgotten. Ever since the life named Hecate passed away, he had rarely received the oracle from the God King. Only a few times, gods occasionally pass by here.

"Maybe the gods don't care. They don't care about temples and beliefs."

Somehow, Cohen recalled the dream he had.

The goddess in the dream refused him to build a temple and did not intend to let Cohen pray to her. Over the years, he gradually understood the other party's thoughts. After all, even the gods on the sacred mountain only care about the act of human sacrifice itself.

The gods don't get anything from human sacrifices, they just get some fun from it. So when there are other things, I will naturally relax my attention to them.

"Also, for the eternal gods, human beings are naturally insignificant. Even these stone tablets I carved will not last forever."

After carving the last stroke, Hewa looked at it for a while, made sure it was correct, put it aside, and picked up a new slate.

"But in a few days, I'm afraid you will be the only one left. At that time, I will also trouble you to carve my life on the stone slab, and then bury me in the soil, so that my past can be with God. .”

"If you are lucky enough to be chosen to go to the sky to be with the Star Gods, I will watch over you, Cohen——"

".I will."

Cohen responded softly, knowing what the other party meant. As the first human being, he is most unique.

Compared to others, Cohen could feel that he still had a long life that was not exhausted. He didn't know when he would die, maybe a thousand years later, maybe ten thousand years later, but definitely not now.

"I will guard this place, no matter whether God cares about us or not, but human beings' respect for gods will never change."

"Under the gaze of the stars, I will guard this place until the end of time."

Looking at Hewa's face that had begun to age at some point, for some reason, a strange emotion surged into Cohen's heart.

He didn't know what emotion it was, but he'd never seen it in other golden humans. He didn't know whether it was because he was the first human being or because of that unforgettable dream, but Cohen instinctively didn't want to face this emotion.

So he stood up, said hello to Hewa, and then walked towards the temple.

At this moment, only God could give him a moment of peace of mind.