Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 70 - 47 Exile

Chapter 70: Chapter 47 Exile

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“The warning of the world, huh…”

The Divine King had been warned by the world, in this Chaos World that had evolved at an accelerated pace because of Laine, which was a ‘reward’ even Uranus hadn’t had the chance to enjoy.

At this moment, even Cronus himself couldn’t help but ponder whether Chaos truly did not want him meddling with the starry sky, so the world, devoid of subjective consciousness, used this unique ‘god’ to caution him.

Even as he looked at the infant girl before him, if it weren’t for the fact that she didn’t exhibit the ‘special’ appearance of the Hekatonkheires, Cronus wouldn’t dare be certain whether she was truly a god or not.

“Cronus, although I’m sorry, I might have to retreat for a while,”

the God of Meteorology spoke again amidst the stiff atmosphere.

Upon hearing this, the Divine King’s expression changed slightly, and Phoebe at his side opened her mouth but eventually chose not to speak.

She craved the limelight, indeed, but she knew that the fundamental reason for the Divine King’s regard for her was her husband.

Now that he had made his decision, she wouldn’t persist in her own views.

“Your Majesty,” she thus spoke, “as my husband said, we fear we might withdraw from this conflict.”

“If you still wish to act against the sky, I advise you to make preparations early.”

“…Very well.”

After a moment of silence, Cronus took a deep breath and ultimately accepted this.

After all, aiding Cronus in controlling the starry sky really held no apparent benefits for Coeus. Unwilling to risk inciting the wrath of the current laws of the world, it came as no surprise to the Divine King.

But remembering that even his brutal father had not experienced such events, Cronus felt some irritability in his heart. Along with it came discontent with the nature of the world itself.

First, it chose a tyrant. After he assumed the throne, it only added to his troubles. Cronus couldn’t understand what he, as the Divine King, was lacking. He had never disrupted the order of the world; on the contrary, he had continuously built upon it.

“…Before today, I hadn’t expected such a thing to occur,” he said. “But this child—”

“Throw her into the Abyss, Cronus,” the Goddess of Luminous said coldly. “She has no godhood, so even if she is confined there, nothing will happen. Just let her eternally slumber there.”

Today marked the end of the relationship between Asteria and Perse, and Phoebe’s hope to be like her sister Theia had also ended, all because of the birth of this child.

As a deity of Chaos, the stability of parent-child relationships was never guaranteed, and relations between generations were no different than with strangers. For her granddaughter, Phoebe felt only aversion.

“Forget it, Phoebe.”

Coeus, however, shook his head and dissuaded his wife.

He remembered his second daughter’s request before coming to the Mount of the Gods. Despite her dislike for Perse and the child as well, faced with the baby’s innocent large eyes, she had pleaded with her father not to cast her into the Abyss.

“Exile her instead, let her go to the Earth to live and perish on her own.”

“Her meager divine power is almost non-existent, and as a newborn deity, she will not remember the events surrounding her birth. Let her believe she was a mundane creature created by the gods, living among mortals. What do you think, Crius?”

As he spoke, Coeus looked at his ‘former in-law’.

“Of course, my brother, let’s do as you suggest,”

Crius naturally had no reason to object; he was equally devoid of sentiment towards this newborn deity called Hecate.

As a deity, her birth elicited only one response from the law, which was to proclaim her true name.

Such offspring held no interest for the God of Meteorology.

Glancing at his two brothers, since a conclusion had been reached, Cronus hesitated no more.

He mobilized the authority of the Divine King, and a formidable power close to Divine Power Level 20 surged within him.

No matter what the birth of this child signified, he had to show his brothers that his authority as Divine King had only increased, not diminished from the past.

“In the name of the Divine King—”

He gently raised the scepter in his hand, its three gemstones glinting brightly.

Just as Cronus had anticipated, feeling the undiminished power of the Divine King, the other four Titans present all breathed sighs of relief.

Regardless of whether the laws of the current world were discontented, since the instigator, the Divine King, was unharmed, they naturally would not face any more serious consequences.

This actually made the God of Meteorology abandon the idea of withdrawing from the Mount of the Gods. He was not a subordinate of Cronus; if there were any disagreements, he could always choose to leave.

“Perse and Asteria’s daughter, Hecate, born on the day of the spirit count, your existence has violated the majesty of the gods, and you have brought shame upon the Deity Race. Now, by the authority of the Divine King, I banish you from the divine fold; from this moment on, you are no longer a member of the Titan Deity Clan.”

“Beginning today, you will only associate with mortal things. The domains of the gods will close their gates to you. Redeem yourself in your eternal life, for this is my final judgment upon you.”

The majestic voice echoed in the hall, the sound traveling from Mount Othrys but strictly confined to the nearby sky.

The next moment, wrapped in divine power, the infant girl was flung from the mountain and plummeted towards the land below.

Divine power collided with the air currents, and the interaction of light and heat turned the falling light fiery red. It fell from the sky to the earth, signifying the fall of a deity to the mortal realm.

“Cohen, leader of the humans, my servant.”

Cronus did not speak, yet his voice invisibly transferred to the earth below.

To ensure that this unexpected offspring faced no other mishaps, Cronus cast her directly toward the human tribal settlement near the mountain and used his divine power to issue a command to the leader of the humans.

In the past, he had done this more than once. And unlike the gods, humans always saw his will as the highest honor.

“Born of a god yet abhorred by the Deity Race, she is Hecate, the impure sinner. She will live among humans from now on, but without permission, no one shall privately converse with her.”

The command spread to the earth, reaching the ears of the human in hemp clothing before the temple.

A thousand years had passed, and Cohen’s appearance was unchanged, showing no signs of aging. He wasn’t startled by the voice that appeared suddenly by his ear; instead, he watched a fiery orb fall from the heavens, striking before the temple and melting the stone slab at its doors into a hollow space.

As the flame and heat dissipated, a tiny life form he had never seen before appeared there. She was bathed in flames yet remained unharmed.

Without any superfluous emotions, Cohen prostrated on the ground as usual, offering prayers to the deity.

“I obey, great King of All Gods.”

Faced with the divine edict, the Golden Humanity needed not to think.

What the gods say is right.

Just as fire raining from the sky heralds disaster.