Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality - Chapter 221
Chapter 221: Chapter 50 Conspiracy_2
“From today onwards, the ‘fire’ of humans will no longer be a gift from the gods, including myself,”
After a moment of silence, Prometheus turned and flew toward the Mortal Realm. Now, he had become a ‘Fire Thief’ who defied the edict of the Divine King.
Atop Mount Olympus, sensing the transfer of this special ‘privilege’ from his Divine Artifact, Helios smiled with satisfaction.
He was ready to proclaim his ‘benevolent acts’ among the future humans and then to become as powerful a God of Sun as his father. Another bystander, however, King Zeus was somewhat irritated.
When he sensed that hot and warm breath drawing away from the Sun God’s Divine Palace, although it was all within his expectations, the fact that Prometheus so blatantly disregarded his existence and directly contravened the Divine King’s orders still nettled Zeus somewhat.
However, this would be the last time, the Divine King had already secretly resolved to give this Titan deity an unforgettable lesson and use his existence to warn the gods, particularly the Sun God.
Zeus was unaware of the conversation between the Sun God and Prometheus, as his Divine Authority did not extend that far. Yet without thinking, he could guess that, although Helios might have carelessly allowed the divine fire to be stolen by Prometheus, such coincidence was a bit too convenient.
And the King of the Gods, does not believe in coincidences.
Meanwhile, as the King of Gods and the Sun God reacted differently to the Forethinker’s actions, in a secluded part of the third tier of the Spirit Realm, a young deity in a grey robe was also witnessing this event in a hidden Dream Domain.
However, what caught his attention was not Prometheus but the ‘fire’ burning in his hands.
To Hypnos, just a paranoid and weak deity, it wasn’t a significant concern; what truly interested him was the ‘privilege’ to wield fire.
The God of Sleep was already born when the Sun Chariot was crafted, so he was well aware of where this flame originated.
That being, theoretically the Father God and the true ruler of the Seven Spirit Realms.
“Indeed, he is not here now, at least not for the time being,”
Observing every detail of Prometheus stealing fire intently, Hypnos finally confirmed his suspicion.
The ‘privilege’ of using fire lost control temporarily or rather, its master, for some reason, had no time to attend to these matters; thus, he let his secondary holder send it out and then let it be carried to the Mortal Realm.
This matched perfectly with what Hypnos had seen in the dreams of marine life, where his powerful Father God, for reasons unknown, had left the Spirit Realm for the East beyond the East Sea, at the edge of the world.
Now, undoubtedly, was an excellent opportunity.
“Since that is the case, it’s time for me to meet him… I wonder what he truly wants to say to me,”
His expression shifting slightly, such an opportunity was rare. Thus, Hypnos lightly fluttered his wings behind him and vanished amidst falling grey shadows.
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On the shores of the East Sea, in a nameless mountain valley.
The void fluctuated, and the figure of Hypnos emerged.
“Huh—”
He exhaled deeply, noting the difficulty of sneaking out of the Spirit Realm as a young deity.
He really had to thank the completion of the Dream Domain, which had made the Goddess of the Nether Moon less vigilant of him; otherwise, Hypnos felt that even without Laine, it would be nearly impossible to leave the Spirit Realm without a trace.
In the valley, apart from Hypnos, a figure in a black robe had been waiting there for some time.
“Good evening, Prince Hypnos, it seems you’ve finally made up your mind,”
A smile curled at the corners of his mouth as Mephisto, who had ‘ascended through fire’ just a few days ago, stood unscathed before him.
Everything that had happened among the humans these past days was within the expectation of the Lord of the Demons. Even the informant’s envy and resentment toward the gods had to be thanked for the hidden influence of the Goddess Megaera.
“Do not pray to the gods for eternal life,” was the parting admonition Mephisto had given to another human High Priest. Given the fate of his colleague, he believed the priest would make the ‘right’ decision.
Now, the final piece of his plan was about to fall into place.
A powerful yet ignorant deity of the Spirit Realm had dared to betray his creator, something that initially baffled Mephisto. But he soon understood that the ‘noble prince’ must have developed some misapprehensions.
After all, as a demon, if it were not for his reincarnation just as the realm was being established, he would hardly have an opinion about the Lord of the Nine Hells.
“Stop playing mysterious, and tell me, what is this ‘opportunity’ you mentioned?”
Frowning slightly, Hypnos didn’t like the demon before him.
Perhaps due to a natural repulsion between similar natures, he had no fondness for this quasi-god adept at deceit, but the information ‘inadvertently’ leaked through mortal dreams compelled the God of Sleep. Thus, in the end, he came.
“I beg your pardon for not being able to divulge specific matters,”
His smile unchanged, Mephisto easily dodged the grey feathers falling through the void.
On a land where divine power could not be exercised, he wasn’t particularly afraid of the now mature God of Sleep.
“However, I can assure you that I will do something significant in the Mortal Realm, something big enough to enrage many beings in the Spirit Realm and trigger them to pursue me,”
