Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 877 - 353 Clues

Hoo—

Above the sea of clouds, birds sang their songs.

The Divine King's mood had brightened considerably since he sent the Lord of Darkness away from the Golden Palace not long ago.

Erebus had no interest in the banquet of the Deity Race.

From beginning to end, his appearance was merely to reaffirm his stance.

"Rest assured, as long as you ascend, I will surely follow."

Although he did not say these words directly, the message was more or less the same.

And so, at the end of the banquet, Zeus reprimanded Ares for the trouble caused by Achilles himself.

Yet the Divine King turned a blind eye to the root cause of it all.

He would not take initiative, but Zeus believed that it wouldn't be long before what he desired came knocking at his door.

Such as the centaur who had previously sneaked into the Mount of the Gods, or perhaps something else entirely.

In high spirits, the Divine King couldn't help but venture to the back of Mount Olympus.

From here, one could see nine layers of clouds descending in an orderly fashion.

The Mortal Realm seemed shrouded in a mist yet appeared to be at their feet.

Swoosh—

"Hmm?"

He enjoyed the long-absent view of the Mountain, but at a certain moment, Zeus looked up in surprise.

In the direction of his gaze, a pale white streak of light snaked its way toward him.

It was her... he paused at first, then his brows furrowed.

The Divine King recognized the visitor, a frequent guest of Olympus, indeed.

However, for some reason, today's state of the visitor felt somewhat odd to Zeus.

It was as if a pearl was covered in dust, white jade flawed.

An originally perfect thing now had an imperfection, losing the perfection of days past.

Moreover, the most peculiar thing was that this 'imperfection' inexplicably caused him a sense of discomfort.

This intuition came without warning, yet he instinctively wanted to distance himself.

"…Welcome, Lachesis."

"What wind has brought you from Mount Nysa to the Home of the Gods today?"

"What a pity you're a bit late, or perhaps you could have caught up with the banquet of All Gods."

Without any change in expression, the Divine King put on a look of delighted surprise.

He opened his arms as if to embrace the newcomer.

The pale white light touched down on the ground, and Lachesis emerged from within it.

Seeing the approaching Divine King, the Goddess who measures destiny instinctively took a step back.

Her short rod extended forward, preventing any closer approach from Zeus.

"Your Majesty, my sister must have told you."

"If possible, she wished for you to avoid any direct contact with her."

"Indeed, that is true."

"But Lachesis, I remember it seemed to apply only to her."

He continued smiling as he halted his steps.

"There was no such request for you and your sister... I asked her why once, but unfortunately, she did not tell me the reason."

"..."

Silence ensued, and Lachesis knew Zeus was correct.

Alas, now was different from before.

"Things are different now."

"Clotho is fine, but I… also cannot have contact with you."

"Otherwise, neither I nor you will have a good outcome."

"…Is that so? Well then, I'll take note of that."

Zeus nodded; his expression revealed none of his thoughts.

The Divine King readily accepted this provision, and no trace of his authority was evident.

He had always behaved this way with the Fates, his three nominal daughters.

He never sought them out, but if they came to him, the Divine King always treated them with an exceptional level of courtesy.

Some deities were puzzled by this, as the Divine King himself should be the entity most fearful of destiny.

But for thousands of years, Zeus had always been this way.

Gradually, the other gods came to accept it as normal.

"So, Lachesis, back to the matter at hand."

"In my recollection, while you do visit Olympus occasionally, you have never sought me out specifically."

"Under destiny's guidance, if you do not wish to see me, then you can always avoid me."

"So Lachesis, might there be something you need me to do for you today?"

"Whatever it is, as long as it is within my power, I will not refuse."

"I need you to find someone for me."

"His name is Paris... I could have seen him before, but now he has slipped away from my 'sight.'"

Lachesis spoke slowly; she did not mention anything about Atropos.

For the Fates cannot speak the destiny they see, unless it is to guide a person onto the path they are meant to take.

"Whether he is in The Sky, Earth or Ocean, as long as he is in this world, then I must find out where he is."

"Now, only the authority of the Divine King can achieve this the quickest, and that is why I have come to you."

"I see."

"No problem, this is but a trivial matter."

Zeus agreed without asking further, and with a spectral grip, the tri-colored Scepter appeared in his hand.

Invisible fluctuations centered on Olympus, sweeping across the Earth with the Order established by sovereign rule.

In just an instant, Zeus located the man mentioned by the Goddess of Destiny.

"So easily…"

To his surprise, there was no interference.

At first, Zeus thought this mortal, who was unobservable by the Fates, was under the protection of some entity.

A flicker of interest passed through his heart, and for a moment, the Divine King wanted to probe the situation of that person, but quickly, he dismissed the thought.

No... There was no need for that.

With a wave of his scepter, he drew a circle in the air, and the next moment, an image emerged from it.

Zeus then spoke, pinpointing the location within the image.

"This is the Mortal Realm, near the Royal City of Sparta."

"The person you're looking for is there… Lachesis, do you need my help to bring him to you?"

"No, I'll handle it myself."

Her refusal was firm, but as soon as she spoke, Lachesis felt she had been a bit too cold.

After all, Zeus had provided them with much help in many matters.

So, after a moment of thought, the goddess still offered an explanation.

"The trouble he carries is not insignificant, but it's not something that can be resolved with force."

"If Your Majesty intervenes, it may very likely make the situation even more unpredictable."

"Don't worry, I understand."

Zeus smiled and waved his hand dismissively before inviting her, "Then Lachesis, would you like to sit a while on Mount of the Gods?"

"There's no need, I must hurry to deal with this matter."

The whereabouts of Atropos were still unclear, and all Lachesis wanted was to find her sister's traces as soon as possible.

With a wave of her garment, the goddess hastily departed.

Soon, the top of Mount Olympus returned to serenity once more.

And the Divine King, as if nothing had happened, merely smiled to himself and continued to enjoy the view of the sea of clouds.

...

Mortal Realm, Lagonia Plain.

On the eastern bank of the Eurotas River.

A hurricane hung in the sky, with thick clouds piled upon each other.

Below the gloomy sky was dry air devoid of moisture.

Controlling the fierce winds and the clouds, the prince, whose demeanor had greatly changed, descended from the heavens.

Across the wide river, Paris gazed at the vast city built on the western shore, a flicker of excitement in his eyes.

In that so-called future environment, it was there that he and Helen had grown increasingly close.

And it was also there that the roots of his subsequent agony lay.

Because of the love that should not have existed, both he and his kingdom had ultimately paid with their lives as the price.

His elder brother and father also died because of it, with hundreds of thousands of warriors' blood staining the city walls.

But...

"But what does this have to do with Helen?"

"She is so beautiful, so kind."

"She was meant to be mine, I was her destiny!"

"Spartans, a bunch of barbarians who eat raw flesh and drink blood."

"Ridiculous traditions, ridiculous country."

"Such a place, does it even deserve to keep Helen?"

Step by step, the prince walked along the riverbank.

Although it was only a false future, to him, it felt as if he had truly experienced it.

Everything else seemed like an illusion; Paris couldn't remember what exactly had happened in that so-called future.

But one thing he was certain of was that he and Helen had indeed been in love.

Of course, there was nothing surprising about that.

After all, when considering handsome and wealthy Paris in comparison to the plain-looking and with cruel traditions of Sparta, the majority would make the right choice.

With a casual flourish of the Elder Wand in his hand, Paris felt a sense of movement within.

Then, at his will, the mud on the riverbank gathered together.

It transformed into bricks and eventually built a wide arch bridge.

Stepping onto the arch bridge, the prince's face was full of joy.

He enjoyed this feeling, the delight of wishes coming true effortlessly.

"Wait a moment, who are you to dare build a bridge on me without permission!"

Suddenly, an angry shout rang out.

The prince's brow furrowed, but soon a smile returned to his lips.

Turning around to look, in the nearby river, a middle-aged man with rough blue hair was looking this way.

From this person, Paris could sense a threat.

"Heh."

With a light chuckle, the prince had come to a rough understanding over these days.

These beings that posed a threat to him truly only threatened the regular him, and not himself wielding the wand.

And before this wand that belonged to him, such threats were insignificant.

"Who are you to dare block my path?"

He asked with a playful tone.

"Mortal, I am Eurotas, the River God of this flowing water."

"It is named after me, and only those who have my permission may build a bridge here."

Not wanting to cause trouble, the River God continued to advise, "Not far from here, there is a bridge, and beside it, there is a temple belonging to me."

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"Just pray in the temple for a moment, and you can cross the river anytime."

As a territorial god scattered throughout the world, the least significant yet most important member of the Ocean God System did not have the privilege to establish a formal church and faith.

Or rather, with their meager Divine Power, they couldn't accomplish this anyway.

But as the age of faith arose, many river gods and lake gods hoped to accrue some Divine Power.

Perhaps in the future, if their physical forms were destroyed, they could survive the backlash with the power they had accumulated and avoid falling into an eternal slumber.

Thus, situations like that of the Eurotas River became common, be it irrigating the banks or crossing the surface, even fishing.

These territorial gods, whose true strength was limited and not necessarily strong, coexisted with human kingdoms, becoming an indispensable part of the Mortal Realm.

"Now, destroy this bridge."

"Mortal, this is also an agreement between me and Sparta."

Seeming to recognize Paris's extraordinariness, the River God was still somewhat polite.

As an eternal yet weak territorial god, Eurotas would prefer not to pick a quarrel if it could be avoided.