You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

"My noble goddess, as a goddess with triple powers, as a goddess who has obtained the original wisdom of this world, may I ask, which path will you choose?"

Girls have heard this question for many, many years.

She walked into a cave at that time, maybe it was some kind of elf, maybe it was a little remnant of will left when the world was first born, and asked her like this.

"You choose, justice? Or victory?"

"Isn't justice bound to win?" the girl asked softly.

"So you don't think the question is worthwhile?" the voice asked.

The girl shook her head.

"I do not know."

"The balance of this world is always in your hands, and you will wear the crown for the monarch." The voice said, "If one day, you get the balance and the golden crown again, what will you do, justice or victory?"

The girl thought for a long time in silence.

Justice, victory, they all sound good.

But she knew in her heart that this was not what she wanted.

"Shall I promulgate the measure of justice?" she asked, "Shall I go to win?"

"I do not know."

"Don't rush to answer, young goddess," it said.

"Who are you?" she asked softly.

"I am the world and you, I am the end and the beginning, and I will visit you more than once." It said, "You can answer this question many years later."

Answer this question after experiencing exile, trial, captivity, contempt, and loneliness.

When you once again hold strength and power in your hands.

what will you do.

You can choose revenge, you can choose to destroy, or you can choose to build the world you want, after all, power is a good thing.

"I am looking forward to your answer, my goddess." It said, "Think about it carefully, what do you want?"

"What path have you chosen?"

This question once again surfaced in her heart.

What kind of person is she?

Sometimes Prometheus would think about this question. She should not be considered a good person. She has done almost all the dishonorable things in this world, including killing her own father, overthrowing her own monarch, and sending her brother to jail. Lying, stealing, cheating.

She also became a sinner as a matter of course.

She always believed that the time she hoped for would come.

She also knows what price she has to pay for it.

"I'd love to see that world," she said softly.

Moros nodded, "You'll see."

"I will definitely see it." She said softly, closing her eyes, "Now the white horse rider has been defeated, the red horse rider has been suppressed, and the black horse rider is just dying."

"Only the knight on the gray horse is left," Moros said.

They all heard voices.

It's the sound of hooves.

The gray horse knight is not the most powerful of the four knights, nor is he the most violent and perverse. It is mysterious and silent, wandering silently, neither good nor evil.

Even the main god has no way to fully grasp it.

Every sound of its hooves is like stepping on the heart, coming from the depths of the dark crypt.

Finally it showed itself.

It was gray-green, like mold on a coffin, or the skin of the dead.

It stood still in silence.

"Can it be killed?" Moros asked softly.

"No." Prometheus replied, and she stood up, carefully studying the knight's face hidden in the hood.

"How do you plan to get there?" Moros asked.

The girl stretched out her hand and placed it gently on the horse's head, and the horse responded to her caress, carefully rubbing against her hand in a friendly gesture.

The knight spoke.

"Goddess, are you ready for your answer?"

The girl nodded slightly.

"Are you going beyond death?" it demanded.

"Yes." She said softly.

"Whether it is the pain of eternal life or the darkness of death, I can accept it." She said, stretching out her hand to cover her chest, expressing her sincerity.

"Then, it's time for me to answer that question." It asked, "When you are in power and deciding the future of the world, justice or victory, which one do you choose?"

"I choose tolerance." The girl said softly.

The knight dismounted solemnly and bowed respectfully.

"Please accept my praise, you are indeed the uncrowned king of this world." It said politely, "Then, please pass."

The girl withdrew her hand. She seemed to want to turn back, but she made up her mind and walked straight forward.

Into a primitive and ancient darkness.

"Tolerance, what do you mean?" Moros murmured in a low voice, "Why is that the correct answer?"

"It's not the right answer, I don't have a right answer here." The gray horse rider answered his question unexpectedly.

Moros suddenly understood something at that moment.

The answer it asks for does not matter right or wrong, but it represents a choice.

Countless tyrants feel that they have obtained the supreme authority, and they will build the world in their minds.

Yet she was never a monarch.

She was nothing more than a prophet.

She chose to leave the road to humans.

Leave it to more people.

Neither justice nor victory is what she should judge.

She chose tolerance.

And tolerance produces freedom.

The girl walked to the seventh floor of hell step by step. She heard Moros say that this is where the shells of the former gods were stored. She lit a lamp and looked at the vast space silently.

Divide the power of the god-king.

Let them finally disappear in nature.

It is the answer she got from these thousands of years of wandering, and it is also something that only she can do.

This is the path she has chosen.

She will never become a dominator, because she will lose her freedom while dominating others.

She will never be the ruler because she is a life-giving god rather than a life-taking god.

She raised a bruised hand and took a deep breath.

"At the end of the day, I will go beyond death." She whispered to herself, "Only death can give me new life, only death can give me freedom."

"World, witness to me."

A golden ray of light spewed out from her fingertips, turning back and forth in the grotto, like a river of life, slowly moving forward.

"I ask for the resurrection of Dionysus, to teach human beings to make tragedies, to realize the greatness and dignity of life when facing the abyss, and to face tyrants or natural disasters with unyielding will."

The girl said calmly, every word was clearly audible, echoing between the stone walls, like the most solemn announcement in this world, "God of Dionysus, please wake up with tragedy."

The vigorous and powerful divine power moved along with the girl's chant, pouring down from the sky incomparably luxuriously.

"I ask for the resurrection of Apollo, please teach human beings to make comedy, please turn your attention to yourself, please pay attention to Dousheng Xiaomin, please pay attention to banter and humor, and get enlightenment in laughter."

The girl raised a hand, directing the flow of her own power, "Sun God, please wake up with Comedy."

"I ask for the resurrection of Aphrodite. Please give human beings love and beauty. Love is never guilty. Please use love to make them brave and strong. Please use beauty to make them seek for life."

The girl proclaimed, the golden silk thread continuously rose from her side, "God of Love, please wake up with Eros."

"I ask for the resurrection of Athena. Please grant the belief that human wars aim at peace. The nobility of human beings never needs to be displayed in killing each other. Please let them always yearn for peace and love."

The girl said softly, the golden thread was constantly escaping from her body, and she was squandering her life to the fullest, "Goddess of War, please wake up with the olive tree."

"I ask for the resurrection of Themis, please grant human beings the spirit of judicial justice. Whether it is a dog or a snake, it has nothing to do with the content of the judgment. The balance of justice will never be shaken and dusty."

The girl closed her eyes, please forgive me for exhausting the life you gave me, "Lady Justice, please wake up with the balance."

"I beg the resurrection of Hermes, please protect the right to live of the poorest of men, be they rats or bugs.

Since you were born in this world, you have the right to survive. Please protect the merchants and pawns. The girl continued to proclaim, "God of Commerce, please wake up with lies." "

Under the nourishment of life, the gods gradually woke up, and the clear and gentle announcement sounded in their ears, like a ballad calling people back to their hometown.

"I ask for the resurrection of Hephaestus, please grant human beings the excellence in technology, please give the highest crown and honor to laborers, and please denounce parasites and those who get nothing for nothing."

She continued to state her declaration, the world became noisy and commotion, but she remained unmoved, calm and firm.

The gods woke up one by one, and their awakening partly returned the power that originally belonged to them to their bodies. They rubbed their eyes and thought about the emptiness in front of them and what was happening.

as an exile.

the insulted.

and the injured.

The girl lowered her eyes.

This is the path she has chosen.

"I request the resurrection of the three main gods, Zeus, Poseidon and Hades." She said softly, "Please bestow upon mankind the secrets of the sky, sea and underground."

"Whether it is the main god of the ancient world, the gods on the banks of the Nile, or the gods on the frozen soil in the north, gods, wake up."

She said that blood surged up uncontrollably, and she tasted her own blood again.

Not always very sweet.

"Mystery, fade away."

"Gods, wake up."

"Then, be free."

She made her wish.

The angels were alarmed by the chant, and became panicked, and everything seemed to be in chaos.

But everything seems to be reborn.

Is it really worth giving up everything for this illusory thing?

There have always been two roads in the world.

I just chose the one less traveled by when I was very young. (1)

The author has something to say: (1) From "The Road Not Taken", a literary work created by American poet Robert Frost

(Actually, there is no finale, there is another volume in the back

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