Greek Mythology: A loving father and a filial son

Phillips had a look of anger on his face. He didn't believe that a lowly farmer could become a god. He had not even become a god.

Phillips' appearance is as fiery and compelling as his inner emotions. His red hair fluttered like a blazing flame. Whenever the sun shone, the flaming red hair seemed to be ignited and shimmered with dazzling light. His eyebrows were equally thick and fiery red, like two sharp knives, tightly knitted together, showing his anger and unwillingness at the moment.

His eyes were a pair of eyes that could truly reflect the fire in his heart. In the deep eye sockets, the red eyes were like two burning briquettes, constantly emitting scorching sparks. Whenever he widened his eyes, his fiery gaze seemed to be able to penetrate everything and look directly into people's hearts. And in his eyes, in addition to anger, there was also a deep stubbornness and determination, which was a determination not to give up until the goal was achieved.

However, compared with his hair and eyebrows, Phillips' appearance did not inherit the majesty of Hephaestus, the god of fire. His face is slightly thin, with high cheekbones, giving people a strong and determined look. And his skin has become slightly rough due to being exposed to the sun, wind and rain for a long time, but it further highlights his indomitable spirit.

Although his appearance does not bear much resemblance to Vulcan, no one can deny the unique aura about him. It was a kind of innate heat and passion, a deep desire for power and glory. This desire drives him to constantly challenge himself and surpass himself, just to prove his worth and existence.

But now, this desire and anger were intertwined in his heart, forming a powerful force. He rushed towards the city-state of Rafid madly, every step seemed to break the earth, and every breath seemed to spurt out flames. He didn't believe it, he definitely didn't believe that a lowly peasant could become a god, and yet he, as the descendant of Hephaestus, the god of fire, still stayed in the realm of demigods.

The huge gap and frustration were almost unbearable for Phillips. He had dreamed countless times of becoming a true god like his father, controlling the power of fire, and being respected and worshiped by countless people. However, reality broke his dream so cruelly, making him realize that the gap between himself and the gods was so huge.

But Phillips didn't give up. He knows that anger and unwillingness cannot solve the problem. Only strength and action can prove everything. He decided to meet this new god in person and see what was so special about him that he was able to cross the seemingly insurmountable gap.

Just before Phillips got close, Mitstos came to the gate of Rafid City-State and waited for Phillips' arrival.

"Hello, Phillips, what do you want to do when you come to our city-state of Rafid?" Mitstos looked at Phillips with a smile and said.

And Phillips looked at Mitstos in shock, half of the anger in his heart disappeared. This god actually knew that he was coming to Rafid.

But this guy misunderstood. In fact, Mitstos has been waiting here for a long time, and Mitstos also knows the names and appearances of several heroes wandering around Rafid, and Phillips is the more distinctive one among them. .

Mitstos just smiled mysteriously and said lightly: "As a god of His Highness Hypnos, the God of Sleep, I have the power of dreams and can know everything from other people's dreams. This is not normal. Something about that?”

When Phillips heard that Metistos had become Hypnos' god, his eyes turned red and he stared at Metistos.

The anger in Phillips's heart was ignited again. He couldn't bear that this once lowly farmer was now standing in front of him and claiming to be a god. What made him even more unacceptable was that the other party turned out to be Hypnos, the god of sleep. Of God. This is undoubtedly a huge blow to Phillips, who has always longed for God's recognition and power.

"How can you become the god of Hypnos?" Phillips roared angrily, "What qualifications do you, a humble peasant, have to stand beside a god?"

Mitstos looked at the angry Phillips without any fear in his heart. He knew that if he showed weakness or backed down at this time, the anger in Phillips' heart would only become stronger. Therefore, he chose to face Phillips' challenge with the identity and majesty of a god.

"Phillips, do you think that only people with the blood of gods can become gods?" Mitstos asked lightly, "Do you think that only demigods like you can get the recognition and power of gods?"

Phillips was stunned by Mitstos' question. He had never thought about this question. In his understanding, only demigods like him with the blood of gods are qualified to become gods, and ordinary people like Mitstos can never cross that step.

"It seems that you think so." Mitstos continued, "But I want to tell you that your idea is wrong. The power of the gods does not only belong to those with the blood of the gods, but to everyone. A person with faith, courage, and perseverance. Although I am a farmer, I have always believed in gods and pursued strength and wisdom. It is precisely because of my faith and hard work that I was able to be recognized by Hypnos. Become his own.”

When Phillips listened to Mitstos's words, the anger in his heart did not diminish, but became more intense. He felt that Meterstos was mocking his incompetence and failure, mocking him for being a demigod but unable to gain the recognition and power of the gods.

"Don't be proud!" Phillips roared, "Even if you become a god of Hypnos, it won't change the fact that you were once a lowly peasant. You will never be able to get as much as a demigod like me. True divine power and glory.”

Mitstos looked at the angry Phillips and couldn't help feeling a little sad. He knew that Phillips had been bound by his own identity and lineage, unable to see the wider world and more powerful forces. However, he did not give up guiding and inspiring Phillips.

"Phillips, do you know what the true power and glory of a god is?" Mitstos asked, "Do you think that only demigods like you can get the true power and glory of a god?"

Phillips was once again stunned by Mitstos' question. He had never thought about this question. In his understanding, demigods are nobler and more powerful beings than ordinary people, and they should receive more power and glory from gods.

"It seems that you still don't understand." Mitstos continued, "The true power and glory of gods do not only belong to demigods or people with the blood of gods. They belong to all people who have faith, courage, and perseverance. , a wise and caring person. No matter where you come from or what your bloodline is, as long as you have these qualities and work hard to pursue and practice them, you will be able to obtain the true power and glory of God."

Hearing Mitstos's words, Phillips' eyes became confused. Is this true? Are gods supreme, pure and flawless, and only humans with coexisting courage and perseverance can become gods?

So Phillips began to wonder if he had done something wrong? Doesn't he have enough love for Vulcan? Is he timid about fighting? He has no wisdom?