Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 383: Chapter 102 Athena

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The skull cracked open, and rosy light filled the sky.

With the crisp sound, a hazy halo spread outward. Explore new worlds at mvl

Auroras rippled at the end of the Northern Sea, thousands of splendid bands of light danced on the horizon, and the sounds of nature echoed between the forests and streams, orchestrating different melodies. For a moment, all things were singing, celebrating in their own way the divine birth of another deity of Chaos, the final deity of the Second Epoch.

It was a vision of divine birth, a wonder that should not have appeared in this epoch. With the transition of two generations, the current world no longer eagerly awaited the emergence of deities, but there were always exceptions.

She should have been born in the years when the old king was dead and the new king was not yet established, stuck between two epochs, but due to a prophecy, due to the actions of Zeus, she was only born today after much delay.

However, Law itself does not care about these things; it simply bestowed a belated gift to the new god and allowed the Humans of the Third Epoch to witness this rare spectacle.

The primordial ocean stirred slightly, becoming increasingly tumultuous. This was due to both the birth of a deity and the removal of obstructions, allowing the Divine King's rites to finally continue.

At this moment, the new deity and the symbol of the fragmented "Kingship" arrived in this world almost simultaneously, as if reminding the master of the ceremony, Metis had exhausted herself for his Kingship, and even she herself had fallen into an unpredictable predicament.

However, none of this seemed useful to Zeus. He was not one to dwell on the past. Perhaps in the still of the night, the Divine King might recall Metis and his past, but compared to the supreme power he now held, everything else seemed insignificant.

So, enduring the pain, the cracks on Zeus's skull meticulously mended. Without the slightest hesitation, he stretched out his arms, and amid the astonished gazes of the other gods, he laughed heartily as he reclaimed his power. Then, accompanied by the call of his true name echoing between heaven and earth, he raised his head to look towards the East of the great land.

The commotion of today was too great, and it ultimately provoked certain changes prematurely. Under the gaze of Zeus at this moment, the vast land trembled slightly, an ancient will slowly awakening.

But none of that mattered now. The relics of the old era should slumber quietly beneath the earth; currently, he was the true "Divine King."

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The Underworld, the Realm of Lightlessness.

The outer world bustled with such fervor, casting the stillness here into stark relief. In this domain that seemed to swallow all things, Erebus raised his head.

Although all turmoil was isolated outside his domain, to the Lord of Darkness, the upheaval from the primordial ocean was exceedingly clear. The disturbance might not be intense—far from a "tidal surge"—yet it remained extraordinary, for any change must be measured by where it occurs.

The only things that could truly cause a "tidal surge" in the primordial ocean were events like the opening of the Spirit Realm, the transition of epochs, or the fusion of the Nine Realms, which affected the entire world. A disturbance like today's was already the limit under normal circumstances.

If one had to draw a comparison, it even approached the day when the Titans, the deities, were born. However, the Titans numbered twelve, while today only one deity descended.

No, there was another; but he never had the chance to truly arrive in this world.

"...Athena, Pallas. The first and possibly the last child of the third generation of Divine Kings, because he is thoroughly 'dead,' and destiny halted before it even began. No matter how many descendants Zeus might have, none would come 'after' him?"

"Hah, how interesting. 'Dead' destiny intertwines with 'living' destiny... It seems that perhaps I have underestimated him?"

Narrowing his eyes, Erebus fully grasped what this peculiar situation represented as he listened to the true name being called between heaven and earth. Gods are immortal, so their destinies are indestructible. After all, as long as they live, even in eternal slumber, there is always a day for their return. With such a scenario yet experiencing circumstances like now, only one possibility remained.

The brother who was supposed to be born after Athena, one of his parents, had disappeared from this world, even more thoroughly than eternal sleep. For eternal sleep still bore the possibility of awakening, but since destiny was 'dead,' it signified that at the least on the level of the world, she had ceased to exist.

"I remember, that woman seemed to be called... Metis?"

Dredging up the name from the depths of memory, if not for the relation to the third-generation Divine King, if not for the interest the Lord of Darkness took in Zeus during the turnover of the epoch, he probably would not remember this Oceanide. But given the current circumstances, since Zeus was still alive and well, then the problem could only lie with Metis.

At this moment, though Erebus recalled the goddess's existence, he was still unsure about her exact state. If she had truly perished, then the foundational rules of the world about 'gods' immortality' should have been broken as well. Yet the Laws had not responded; innate deities remained undying, and only Metis's very existence seemed to be acknowledged by the world as having vanished.

The corner of his mouth curved up. At this moment, not only was Erebus curious, but he was also somewhat pleased. Previously, he felt it somewhat challenging to act alone, but now, it seemed an excellent 'enforcer' had arrived, hadn't he?

After all, a 'Divine King' surely aims to rule the world. Of course, all this assumes that Zeus is truly powerful enough.