Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality - Chapter 212
Chapter 212: Chapter 47 The End of the Sea and Dusk_2
“There is one place where not even the Divine Artifacts are under the control of the Divine King’s authority. Divine Authority is absolute, not even Zeus can oppose this.”
Looking towards the place near the summit of Mount Olympus, where the God of Sun’s Temple was located, Helios set off from there every day, driving the Sun Chariot to make the great Sun rise in the East and set in the West, and then he would return there at night.
As long as fire was drawn from the Divine Artifact, the edict of the Divine King would be invalid.
“He won’t give it to you. He is just a step away from great Divine Power, and faith is his hope. As a legacy of the Titans, Helios’s position in the Divine Court is already unstable—”
“I know,”
he interrupted indifferently. At that moment, Prometheus really seemed like a wise man among the gods.
“So, I will give him an opportunity.”
“I will steal the fire, and then he can capture me and plead for me in front of Zeus. Of course, it won’t be useful, but he will gain the gratitude of humans, and credit in the Divine Court.”
As for what would become of himself, the Forethinker didn’t say more. An eternal imprisonment was all it was, the location of which he could already foresee.
But at the end, as if he remembered something, he started advising his brother.
“Leave this place, do not get involved in the affairs between the Divine King and humans because of me. You too carry the credit of creating mankind, and if possible, the Divine King won’t let you off. Remember, do not accept any ‘kindness’ from Zeus.”
“…I understand, brother,”
After a long silence, Epimetheus nodded in agreement. He watched as his brother casually broke off a fennel branch and then headed up the mountain under the cover of night.
And he, he just watched all of this, doing nothing.
“Not getting involved in all of this… You truly are thinking of humans until the end.”
“What about you, and me, even our brother who holds up the sky, our reclusive father?”
Gently shaking his head, Epimetheus knew that his brother had finally regained his sanity amidst the praise of humans and gods alike, seeing the cause and effect of this whole affair clearly.
The Divine King would not allow the two gods who participated in creating mankind to continue existing in the Mortal Realm; thus, the Forethinker needed to commit a great sin, and the Afterthinker at the very least had to bring disaster upon humans to tarnish his standing in the hearts of mortals.
But Epimetheus himself would be safe, something Prometheus was very clear about. After all, compared to him, the foolish Afterthinker was not considered a threat by the Divine King. Zeus would only use this to demonstrate his own leniency, rather than allow both brothers to face the same fate. Hence his final admonition before departing was actually just a desire to prevent his brother from causing misfortune to humanity.
However, this time, Epimetheus didn’t want to listen to him, just like he had never heeded the Afterthinker’s advice. Prometheus might be willing to consider humans, but Epimetheus only wanted to think for himself.
For the sake of humans who would die sooner or later, to become a thorn in the eyes of the Divine King, or even to stand against the gods, he did not want to do that.
He was a god and naturally should consider issues from the perspective of a deity. Moreover, feeling the faith swirling around himself, Epimetheus didn’t care about the thoughts of humans at the moment.
All these years living in the Mortal Realm hadn’t been for naught. Faith, after all, does not just stem from worship. With just a slight adjustment, fear and admiration actually lead to the same end.
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“So it is said, those who betray their own class often have a hard time ending well. But if one extends the timeline, it’s difficult to say what’s right or wrong,”
“After all, without stealing fire, without his favoritism towards humans, perhaps the Prometheus of later generations would just be an ordinary god and not have such a great reputation.”
“From this perspective, he also managed to write himself into the history of mankind completely, even if the epochs change, and his share of faith no longer dominates, it will endure forever.”
Over the East Sea, a massive whirlpool slowly spun, billions of tons of water spiraling down into what seemed like a bottomless ocean pit, that dark place like a final resting place for all things.
Laine, dressed in black robes, stood above the whirlpool, yet seemed to see the figure of the Fire Thief.
Prometheus and the Sun God were conversing, their discussion unnoticed by others, but clearly illuminated by the nearby Divine Artifact.
After all, in this life, Hephaestus had not been born yet, and even if he were born, he would no longer have the chance to forge the Sun Chariot. Therefore, the ‘great task’ of apprehending Prometheus naturally fell to Helios.
It was hard to say whether this was good or bad, after all, Zeus might be happy to see Hera’s only child benefit, but might not necessarily wish the same for the Sun God. But Helios at the moment was very excited, and he decisively accepted the Forethinker’s request.
However, he only agreed to give Prometheus half a day’s time. When the Sun rose the next day, he would ‘discover’ that someone had tampered with his Divine Artifact, and then he would take the initiative to apprehend him.
“Speaking of which, in the lands of the East in this life, there doesn’t seem to be a place called ‘Caucasus Mountains,’ I wonder where he will be imprisoned this time?”
Withdrawing his gaze, the answer would soon be known, and Laine was not in a hurry to learn the outcome. He looked at the vast whirlpool he had caused with interest, then proceeded towards even more easterly directions.
He had a premonition that the reason this unidentifiable thing appeared in the east of the world might have something to do with him.
