Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 455 - 123: The False World_3

"What a pity, this isn’t real."

With a sigh, Laine felt a tinge of regret. If this were the real world, he would have indeed liked to stay a bit longer, to witness firsthand this epic that was supposed to unfold in the future. Even Heracles, who had passed through the twelve labors, existed at this time.

But reality held no ifs, a fabrication would remain so, unrealizable no matter what. Laine had not forgotten that he had merely entered into a segment of memory, and even though it had been influenced by the Creation Force, a memory or a piece of fate was not enough to evolve into a true world. Everything happening here was probably without any referential value in the present world.

Moreover, this fabricated world evolved from the memory seemed to represent ’the original fate’, to be more precise, a world without the existence of Laine.

"Since that’s the case... go tell your gods, go pray to the ’great Zeus’."

"Tell him, someone has defied his command... and will soon, witness his Divine Power on Mount Olympus."

With a gentle wave of his hand, the soldiers who were previously immobilized collapsed to the ground one after another. Without giving them another glance, Laine turned around and spoke with a calm voice.

"I will, and the King of All Gods will see everything you’ve done, and then as he promised, he will send down your punishment!"

Raising their heads proudly, some people shouted back. Like many in this era, not everyone understood the reverence due to an unknown deity; everyone from kings to commoners acted this way.

And Laine had no intention of fussing over it further; after all, when this illusory world vanished, everything would also crumble into oblivion.

Now, before setting out to destroy this world, there were two issues that truly piqued his curiosity. One was whether this fake world had replicated the existence of Primordial Deities—although the probability was low, he still wanted to take a closer look. The other question was how Athena, who had entered with him, was faring now.

Unlike him, this false world seemed to have replicated ’the fate without Laine’, which placed him directly at the most critical place in that fate, above the walls of Troy; but Athena was different. In this world’s Mount Olympus, there already existed a ’Athena’.

"No hurry, first to the Underworld, to see if the Realm of Eternal Night and Lightless exists. Regardless of the outcome, then I’ll take action to destroy it."

"Then to Olympus, to see what Zeus is really up to—if indeed this has anything to do with him."

Having made his decision, Laine cast one last look at this mortal city. At this moment, his previous regret had gradually faded away.

With his presence, all was destined not to play out this way; in the real world, this history would be even more grandiose.

"It won’t be long."

Far off, there seemed to be someone approaching quickly, but Laine had no intention of waiting.

What was the point of witnessing falsehoods? Better to wait for reality, to then see the real performance of the heroes of these times.

...

Early morning, Mount Olympus.

Time and space shifted, reality and illusion interchanged, as if passing through prolonged periods. Like Laine, Athena too felt no cold sensation from the world’s forces and, at a certain moment when everything came to an end, she finally regained consciousness, slowly opening her eyes.

Then the next moment, to her astonishment, she found herself inside the palace of the Divine Court, surrounded by deities she recognized and some she did not. They differed somewhat from the gods in her memory, but overall, she could still identify them. At this moment, they were standing to both sides, gathered around Zeus.

Initially, Athena even thought she had been caught prying into memories, but then she felt something was off. Around her, no one gazed her way; they were all looking up at Zeus, the highest among them, even the ’herself’ from this world was doing the same.

This King of All Gods was somewhat different from the one in Athena’s memory; he was stronger, more casual, and indisputably authoritative. At this moment, Zeus was unabashedly exuding his presence, as if lecturing to the deities, and every Deity present had no choice but to listen intently.

"Listen, all gods and goddesses—I announce my decree here."

"From this day forth, should I discover any deity daring to defy my command, going to the battlefields of the Mortal Realm to aid the armies of those city-states, then upon their return to Olympus, my thunder will bring them to utter humiliation."

"Or perhaps, I will pick them up and hurl them into the depths of Tartarus, as far as the Underworld is from the Sky and the Earth."

"Thus, maybe then you will understand, no one dares defy my command."

Surveying the deities, the Divine King declared loudly:

"Come now, gods of Olympus, I know you’re displeased with this, among those warring humans, there are those you favor... but such is my will. If you wish to challenge my authority, feel free to give it a try."

"Let me lower a golden rope from the sky, you all stand at the other end of the rope. Even if you exhaust all your strength, you cannot shake the supreme King."

"And with just a slight effort, I can lift you all up, including the Earth and the endless ocean!"