Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 373: Chapter 99: Burnt Offerings and Clay Tablets_2

Life, power, two of the things mortals crave the most, could be easily obtained by offering a sacrifice. Besides, in the wilderness that had become dangerous again decades later, they alone were far from enough to survive on this land.

"I understand..."

After a moment of contemplation, Kolon decisively said,

"Then let's continue the preparations, our target is the beast herd we discovered before."

"Alright!"

Upon hearing this, everyone responded in unison and then dispersed to attend to their respective responsibilities. This kind of hunt was not their first, and the people were already well-versed in it.

Soon, only Kolon was left beside the temporary altar.

"Huh—"

"It's a bit urgent..."

Turning to look at the altar behind him, although there had never been any substantial communication, in recent days, Kolon vaguely felt that 'it' seemed to have an increasing demand for sacrifices.

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It wasn't that its 'appetite' was growing larger, but rather like how one could 'break through' when training one's physique, it seemed that 'it' was also undergoing a kind of 'breakthrough' lately.

As for what would happen after this 'breakthrough,' that was beyond Kolon's knowledge.

"But no matter what it is, it doesn't matter anymore...this isn't something I can change now."

Everyone went their separate ways, setting traps and bait, leaving him alone for the most fundamental reason: everyone knew that this seemingly ordinary act of sacrifice was actually a form of being spiritually drawn and quartered, and he deserved enough time to rest.

However, to this, Kolon didn't have such a strong reaction. It was just a bit of suffering experienced by the sacrifices, perhaps in the beginning, he would have wailed and lost color, but in recent years, he had grown accustomed to it.

The human spirit is such that, whenever you think you have reached your limit, you are actually far from your true limit. The Kolon of the past would never have believed he could be indifferent to the pain of heart-piercing and eye-gouging.

"Heh, that really is good fortune... A spontaneous act of kindness, and it can actually protect you until now?"

With a self-mocking laugh, sitting beside the burning fire, Kolon stared blankly at the charred sacrifice. To be honest, he did have regrets, not that he regretted not being a good person, but that he didn't recognize the true identity of the visitor that night and make the right decision.

He didn't think his choice was wrong, nor did he think that Ande's approach was correct. In this world, there were many people as kind as Ande, but most of them were already dead, even the immortal deities, the former creators, had already paid the price.

Teaching Humans deceit was Wisdom's arrogance, but stealing Fire for Humanity was also love for his creation. Yet humans would inevitably face death, and he himself was imprisoned for eternity.

Kindness did not bring them any benefit; it often brought them more disasters, and Ande was an exception only because of his luck.

If that night, the Deity that accidentally descended upon the Mortal Realm had changed his mind, choosing a different place to arrive in the city of Bronze Humanity, Ande would have been nothing but an ordinary mortal, possibly even less than Kolon, who was then a 'craftsman.'

At that time, perhaps his kindness would have become an omen of his death.

"So you see, this is what Deity is, this is what power is."

In the faint light of the fire, Kolon's face was hidden in shadows, but in today's Mortal Realm, no one has heard of a deity born post-creation. The only possible exception was the very subject of his sacrifice.

This is the helplessness of mortals...you might have many ideas, but your strength is not enough to realize them.

Like now, the singular example of a mortal becoming divine was right beside him, yet he was powerless to do anything. Kolon could only watch as the other moved forward incrementally, watching him become more and more like a true 'deity.'

"...It's time to do my part."

After a long while, standing up from the ground, Kolon's figure disappeared into the dense forest. At the original spot, only the crackling sound of the burning fire persisted for a long time.

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Sasa—

In the fissure between the Spirit Realm and the present world, within a Temporary Space formed by the Power of Faith, the soft sounds of rubbing were heard incessantly.

While the outer world was performing the ritual, the master of this newly established Temporary Space was of course not idle. He was the 'deity' here, naturally the subject of the sacrifices, although this 'deity's' domain currently only spanned an area of about ten meters in radius. Nonetheless, this did not hinder his acceptance of the power brought by the sacrifices.

So when the sacrifices were killed in a specific manner, tendrils of red fog floated in along an invisible connection. They permeated the surroundings, tinging the space red, and in the center, the fog condensed to its extreme, faintly forming the shape of a 'person.'

The figure seemed to 'breathe,' and with each inhale and exhale, the red fog was drawn in and out, a mysterious transformation occurring as a result. The fog thinned slightly, while the figure's existence underwent some sort of change during this process, becoming a bit more 'real' in the silence.

After a long time, the red fog dissipated, and the dark hue returned to the space, but at the very center, one could see the outline of a figure emitting a silvery light. With the red fog gone, the original form of the figure was finally revealed, but upon close observation, one could still see faint dark red spots on his body.