Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

“By doing so, I can also incidentally give my good child an opportunity to do something he has always wanted to do. Since he so desires to sit in another’s place, then let him try.”

Arbitrary punishment without teaching is considered cruel, and although Laine had a myriad of capricious reasons, he also had one to proceed by the book: because he wanted to.

Having said this offhandedly, Laine glanced at the old man.

“However, it seems you are not as detached as you claim to be; you still want to save more people. As long as I demonstrate my power, no matter what happens to those young individuals, more will invariably believe in my words.”

“I just hope they can have a chance,” the old man replied.

Shaking his head, the old man surveyed the city he had lived in for a long time.

“If possible, I still hope as many people as can will learn of Your existence, rather than dying in ignorance.”

“They will, but alas, it bears no significance.”

Watching Nuo leave in the distance, Laine smiled.

“I honored Prometheus’s request, so everyone will understand… but in the end, I fear not as many will believe as you wish.”

“That’s enough. Everyone should pay the price for their choices.”

In the old man’s gaze, Laine moved his fingers slightly, and in a silent moment, time around Nuo subtly distorted.

Therefore, the young man, having just learned of the existence of a mysterious deity, found himself confused amid his bustling; time today seemed to drag on, as though he had run through many places but not much time had passed.

But he didn’t think much of it, attributing it to a slow perception of time due to his nerves. After a short rest, he continued to run to notify others.

However, if one were to elevate their view, they might be surprised to find that at the same moment, this young man appeared in different parts of the city, spreading the creator’s commands to other deities to different people, yet sadly, this scene had no audience.

Only an old man, not far from death, was drawing the second picture on a slate.

In that painting, not in the temple but on a high mountain and its base, it was foretold that even if gods and mortals coexist on earth, they are not equal.

At the mountain’s peak, in the light, the deity promised mortals: those who worship Him sincerely will not be harmed by disaster; those who sincerely believe in Him will find the portal to His kingdom open in their hearts.

Six listeners, unaware of the truth, each showed different attitudes: some believed and rejoiced, others were skeptical and silent, and still others turned their heads away in contempt. The old man didn’t leave comments beside each one; instead, he simply expressed his thoughts, based on his own experiences.

Miracles are rare, so treat every opportunity in life as a miracle.

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The waves drew ever closer, and at a certain moment, the walls of Aurora came into view at the end of Triton’s sight.

“Walls? They might stop beasts, but they cannot stop me,” he said with a confident smile at his Trident, knowing that the deities were watching. As a Demigod, such opportunities were rare, so he raised the Divine Artifact and gazed towards the city, striving to align himself with his Father God.

“Mortals, I am the sovereign of the great sea, son of Poseidon, Triton. Today, by the divine decree of my Father God, I shall bring you the destined Destruction. Fleeing is futile; the will of the gods shall be carried out.”

The son of the Sea God noticed, with his arrival, that on the walls of the city, it seemed like there were some figures watching him. Were they mortals, giving up on hiding and prepared to beg for mercy? Yet regardless of what it was, it could not dampen the excitement in Triton’s heart.

“Kneel and beg for mercy, lowly mortals, it might slightly alleviate the sins of your past. For those who repent, the merciful Triton will be particularly gracious—”

“I allow you to witness the destruction of your kind, and when the final moment comes, greet the unchangeable Death.”