Mythology: Spiritual Ruler

A lot has happened in the world over the past few months.

On the mainland, soldiers from various countries were fighting on the battlefield, and the goddess who walked down from Mount Nysa could never go back.

In the Golden Palace of Olympus, the banquet celebrated by the gods had just ended.

Although the tragic defeat in the world has been conveyed to the ears of the gods, they are about to receive another new force and are full of confidence in this.

On the East China Sea, Hercules finally brought Prometheus out.

He recovered the alchemy boat he was on and prepared to return to the mainland.

In addition, there are countless plans going on secretly in more corners.

Although no one thinks that the God-King who is at the height of his power at this time will fall, and no one thinks that another era is about to come to an end.

But for some beings, this in itself is not important.

After all, the weak wait for the arrival of the general trend, but the strong themselves are the source of everything.

However, during such a period of time, as a close minister of the God King and the arranger of Hercules' trial, the God of West Wind failed to accomplish even a single thing.

Even in an unfamiliar building, once again, Zhiferos felt that his experience in the recent period was really terrible.

"Ahhhh - damn it."

"What a ruined city, that's enough!"

"You people from Silveryue City are inherently evil. I have to admit that you have angered me again."

"One last time, I'll give you one last chance."

"If you are unwilling to take control, then I will risk my life!"

In a separate room, the God of West Wind spoke fiercely.

However, perhaps considering the place he was in, Cheferos kept his voice as low as possible.

You know, although he is sure that there is no life around him at all, let alone being overheard, the God of the West Wind still wants to be cautious.

After all, as a god who is unique in the world in his ability to disguise himself in stealth, Zeferos does not want to capsize in the gutter.

"Um……"

"But strictly speaking, from a bird's point of view, the service I received from Silver Moon City is quite good."

"There are hundreds of kinds of delicacies they call 'bird feed' alone, and many of them are more delicious than those made by the nymphs who feast for the gods."

"But then again, what does 'feed' mean? Is it just a coined word? If you look at it this way, it seems understandable."

"After all, whether in the sacred mountain or in the human world, it seems that I have never seen food specially prepared for places other than gods."

He lowered his head and took a bite of the colorful beans on the plate, feeling a little regretful.

After all, these are food for the birds.

This led to the fact that although the taste was indeed good, the God of the West Wind had some differences in his heart.

After a while, after finishing the snacks on the plate, Cheferros fluttered his wings and pressed a button in the room after despising the extravagance of Silvermoon City.

After a while, with a beep sound, the desktop parted.

Soon, a tray floated out from inside, with three things placed on it.

A book, a syringe made of clear crystal, and a small note.

There is writing on the note, and it cannot be seen yet.

But Zeferos knew why, because he had not completed his daily tasks.

"Ha, stupid humans."

After staring at the tray in front of him for a while, the God of West Wind sneered secretly.

He grabbed the syringe with his claws and then decisively injected himself with it.

Soon, bright red blood flowed out of it.

Cheferos looked at it for a while and confirmed again that, just like before, there was no power that could be directly reflected in the blood.

"snort."

Throwing the syringe filled with blood on the table, the God of West Wind once again despised the so-called witchcraft in Silvermoon City.

Zhiferos just came here after failing the written examination before.

According to regulations, this group of mortals will give him a physical test.

In order to be able to enter the city as soon as possible, and out of fear of the power of the mystery lock, the God of West Wind would naturally not resist this test without exposing his identity.

At first, everything went smoothly.

However, at the 'blood test' point, the God of West Wind was stopped again.

In order to prevent his identity as a god from being discovered, Cheferros tried his best to let his blood show in the most normal form.

But such behavior caused a problem, that is, according to the rigid machine, as a bird, the physical strength of the God of West Wind was extremely inconsistent with the energy contained in his blood.

For Cheferros, what can he do.

He doesn't understand energy and intensity. After all, the body of a god can even exist completely separated from the material form. No one will pay attention to such a useless thing.

But if the test goes wrong, he can't be released.

In the end, it went full circle and ended up where we are today.

The God of West Wind was brought to this room, and the rigid machine gave him two choices.

One is to wait for the test results of his blood. As long as all the tests are completed and proven harmless, he can enter the city.

However, the speed of this progress varies, it may be a few days, it may be a few months, it may be a few quarters, it may be a few years... In short, there is no specific time.

The other is to pick up the written test again and continue taking the test until the day you pass it.

"Considering the situation of No. 001, this supervisor recommends option No. 2."

"We will provide learning materials, relevant knowledge, and excellent living conditions to help you complete the learning of basic knowledge as soon as possible."

"Knowledge is the ladder for all things to advance."

"This supervisor sincerely hopes that Mr. 001 can get rid of the current situation of substandard cultural level as soon as possible and become a new era life with insight, culture, and etiquette, instead of spending his life in ignorance and stupidity like some barbarians in other parts of the continent."

That's what the metal ball said to him that day.

After hearing this, Zeferos was furious.

Then in extreme anger, the God of the West Wind was angry for a whole day, but in the end, he still did nothing.

Well, after all, he is not a human being, so those ignorance and stupidity naturally do not refer to him.

What's more, Zeferos is not a god who is easily overwhelmed. Since the beginning of the Second Age, he has never done anything because of the trend of emotions.

So from that day on, the God of West Wind began his journey of learning and taking exams.

Except for the daily routine of drawing blood, he spent most of his time reading, answering papers, and enjoying life.

"Huh——"

"What stupid humans are. Until now, they have not discovered anything wrong with my blood."

"But that's right. How can mortals understand the blood of gods? Otherwise, how could I give it out so easily?"

"It's this exam... Humph, damn it."

"I don't know if it's an illusion, why do I feel that it seems to be getting harder and harder?"

Frowning slightly, thinking for a moment, Zeferos still didn't think deeply after all.

After all, although he still didn't admit it, as a god who was actually willing to use his brain, the God of West Wind was not stupid.

These days, the more he read the so-called basic knowledge of Silver Moon City, the more Zeferos felt that the principles contained in it were extraordinary.

Questions that test thinking, calculations and changes in numbers, mapping of various graphics, and the popularization of basic witchcraft knowledge... Let alone other things, after learning these, in just a few months, Zephyros feels that his combat power in the human world has probably risen by more than one level.

In the past, although the gods could use divine arts at will in the human world, most of the gods in Olympus were not very interested in those complicated things. At most, they only had a special liking for special divine arts created by relying on their own authority, and then relied on the fields they controlled to fight with the gods

As for those divine art structures that imitated witchcraft... The goddess of wisdom created them in the past, and then the smart believers among mortals carried them forward.

As for himself, as long as he could provide sufficient holy power, it would be enough, and there was no need to study it at all.

But now, facing those divine arts that are much simpler than witchcraft, but still somewhat complicated, the God of West Wind feels that he can do it easily.

And that is why, considering that the beacon showed that Hercules was still in Silvermoon City, Zephyros was not too anxious.

"But no matter how anxious I am, I still feel uncomfortable every time I look at this score."

"Besides, it is better to do this sooner rather than later. I really want to understand these things. I have plenty of time to spend later."

"It is really hard to understand... just a little bit, just a little bit every time - is it really not that the test paper has become more difficult, or is my level improving so slowly?"

"It shouldn't be like this... No matter how I think about it, I should have passed it a long time ago."

Gnashing his teeth, the God of the West Wind clearly felt that he had gained a lot, why couldn't he react when it came to the test paper?

But recent studies have made him subconsciously feel that Silvermoon City should be a reasonable place, so thinking about it, Zephyros just threw the syringe back to the tray.

With a little bit of nervousness, he opened the note that was originally illegible.

This was the score report of his previous test, a test paper with a total of 1,800 points, as long as he could answer 1,000 points correctly, it would be fine.

The God of the West Wind still had some confidence in yesterday's test. He felt that this time it should be stable... However, the next moment, when he saw the clear handwriting on the note, the bird's face that was originally expecting could not help but turn black again.

Because although it was a little better than last time, it was still a little far from success.

"997! Damn it!"

"The first time was 600, the second time was 800, and the third time was 900."

"Then it was 910, 920, 930... 990, it was obviously almost there, but the increase dropped again!"

"991, 992, all the way to 997, just this last little bit, why is it like this? !!"

He almost wanted to tear up the note. Although he was getting closer and closer to the finish line, he was always just a little bit away from reaching the goal, which was too torturous.

Even if he gave up, Zephyros was a little unwilling.

After taking a few deep breaths in a row, the God of the West Wind always felt that something was wrong.

But if he really wanted to say what was wrong, he couldn't say it.

In desperation, Zeferos could only persuade himself secretly.

He was almost there. When he reached 999, there wouldn't be 999.1 left, right?

Well, it shouldn't be.

If it was, then I would...

"... Damn it."

After waiting for a moment, not thinking about what to do at that time, Zeferos' bird's claws immediately grabbed the last thing on the tray.

That is today's reference material. It provides knowledge based on his wrong questions, which can be said to be very targeted.

For example, the first little knowledge is how to divide an arbitrary triangle into three equal parts using only a ruler and a pen.

"Tsk."

Shaking his head slightly, Zeferos glanced at something with a flashing red dot on the side.

He didn't know what it was, but like other things, he didn't feel any life breath.

It was not a living creature, and it had not moved under his nose, so the God of the West Wind didn't care.

He turned the pages of the book, ready to see what strange way this group of humans had come up with to divide this corner, and what specific use this thing had in reality.

"It better be useful, otherwise whoever asked this question is stupid."

Muttering to himself, he opened the book and turned a page.

······

"...better be useful"

"…Otherwise the person who raised this question would be too stupid."

At the same moment, the core of the tower.

Just when the God of West Wind turned to the next page, the same voice sounded here, even the tone did not change at all.