Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

Undoubtedly, no matter how you evaluate Prometheus from other perspectives, his preference for humans is indeed sincere.

Maybe there are some other thoughts mixed in, such as being secretly surprised by the increase in one's own divine power, but that is not the main reason. He loves his creations, so he is willing to do things for them and always put himself in their shoes. This is the reason for everything he has done in the past, present and future.

So Prometheus returned to the place where man was created, which was a plain in the east of the continent, not far from the sea. He flew high into the sky, observed from a god's perspective where there were cattle, sheep, and grain, and then guided humans to retrieve them.

He taught humans script so they could write and communicate. He imparts human knowledge, which the king of the golden humans of the last era learned from his dreams. He also relied on his divine body to drive away wild beasts for mankind.

But later, the Illuminati gradually discovered that this meticulous care made some humans become lazy. They enjoy the gifts of the Creator but are unwilling to work.

So after thinking about it, Prometheus decided not to do it himself. He would use his wisdom to help humans and then leave them to do everything themselves.

From then on, Prometheus lived with his brother in human settlements and told them how to solve various difficulties.

Of course, he didn't forget the most important thing. The Illuminati guided the construction of temples dedicated to the gods and recounted the greatness of each god one by one. He built the temple of the God-King in the most beautiful way, and then asked people to offer tributes to the gods.

God responded to humanity just as they promised. When humans offer more and better things to gods than they possess, even though the gods don't actually care about these tributes, they still bring blessings.

From then on, the weather in the places where humans lived was good, and the fruit-bearing plants were evergreen all year round. When people light torches, ordinary wild animals will avoid them, and disasters such as earthquakes and storms never occur in places where humans live.

Everything was beautiful, the gods gained faith as expected, and humans benefited. Even at the command of the God King, Prometheus used the remaining materials to create humans. But this time, he created children who resembled the infants of gods. The Illuminati hoped that in this way the God-King could realize that it was time to give human women.

In this way, several years passed by in a hurry.

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It’s another good harvest, and it’s also a day to offer sacrifices to the gods.

Under the guidance of Prometheus, humans flocked to temples built for different gods. There, they dedicated most of the year's harvest to prove their piety.

Therefore, in human settlements, the bustling scenes of the past are no longer there, but instead seem a bit deserted.

Walking on the human streets, looking at everything around him, Ryan picked a fruit from the tree beside the road and handed it to Lyanna beside him.

The faithful angel took the fruit, but just held it in his arms and had no intention of eating it.

"Lyanna, don't keep a sullen face. Don't you think this place is interesting?"

Shaking his head slightly, he looked at the trees around him that were full of fruit.

Although with the birth of the three goddesses in the world of spirits, spring, summer, and autumn have become more obvious in Chaos, but under the authority of Demeter, the fruit trees here are still evergreen.

Even standing on Mount Olympus, the influence of gods on the world is still huge.

"In a few years, without the help of divine power, humans have built such a large-scale settlement. If I hadn't seen something more powerful, I would be surprised by this."

Admiring the simple and primitive buildings around, bronze humans are still building houses with wood and stone.

Everything looks rough and orderly, and a prosperous atmosphere is generated here.

"But what's the use? All it takes is an earthquake, or a falling meteor, and everything they own will turn to dust."

Standing next to Ryan, Lyanna asked doubtfully.

If Ryan hadn't come, the goddess of the moon would not have come to any human tribe, and she didn't think it was anything special.

Just like when humans see beasts without wisdom, they will not sigh, "If I didn't have wisdom, I wouldn't be able to do as well as them." Because wisdom is a natural gift of human beings, just like divine power is a natural gift of God.

So Ryan was not surprised by Lyanna's thoughts. What humans really value to God, apart from faith, is creativity. In other words, it may be that they have faith precisely because they are creative.

Ryan is not sure about this yet, and about the latter, humans haven't had time to show it yet.

"It seems useless, but they can generate faith, but you don't know why they can generate it. At least in this regard, they have merit."

Responding to Lyanna's question in easy-to-understand words, Ryan noticed a young man sitting blankly next to a wooden house not far away.

He vaguely looked in the direction of the temple, but did not go to worship the gods like other humans.

"You will understand later, Lyanna, this is civilization. Everything is changing, only change itself remains unchanged. And civilization itself is the source of 'change'."

"Come on, let's go take a look."

Lyanna on the side seemed to understand, but when Ryan moved forward, she followed him anyway. Soon, the two came to the young man.

Seemingly noticing the person coming, the young man raised his head slightly, and his originally cloudy eyes suddenly became sober.

"Gods."

Calm tone, sure judgment. In the mortal world, it is difficult for the gods to judge whether the other party has divine power, but Lyanna's existence is proof.

There are no women among humans, so the one who comes is naturally a god.

"Well, isn't it the same for you?"

Nodding, he smiled and sat next to the young man. Ryan motioned for Lyanna to sit down as well.

"I brought her with me to see the world. After all, like she is now, it will be difficult for her to go further in the future."

“Whatever you do, you must learn to prepare for a rainy day. You cannot wait until the trouble comes to an end before you think about solving it.”

Eyes narrowed slightly, Epimetheus still did not relax. He didn't think it was a coincidence that he came to the human tribe on this special day.

"I'm afraid there is nothing visible in the world here. Apart from me and my brother, there are just a bunch of ignorant mortals."

"hehe."

With a chuckle, Ryan could feel that Lyanna was looking at the other party a little unkindly.

But the vigilance of the person in front of him was understandable, and he also knew why the other person was vigilant. So he spoke to comfort him:

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not here for your brother. And even if no one discovers his behavior, he probably won't be able to continue to succeed."

He complained in his heart, but then Epimetheus fell silent again. The other party really knew what his brother was going to do, and he shouldn't have been indifferent, but as Ryan said, even if he escaped this time, Prometheus would not be able to succeed forever.

As long as anything has the possibility of happening, it is destined to happen under the endless time of the gods. This is what he has always believed. Epimetheus had not supported Prometheus' actions before, but the other party obviously didn't care about his ignorant brother's advice.

Over the past few years, the Illuminati has watched humans dedicate the best parts of cattle and sheep to God, and the best grains as tribute. At first, he thought it was natural. But later, as time gradually passed, Prometheus, who ate and lived with humans, became somewhat unbalanced.

The blessings given by the gods are only a small use of authority and do not affect their power very much, but the tributes provided by humans are real. The more you give to gods, the worse your life will be.

If the gods really needed these tributes, then Prometheus would accept them in exchange for blessings, but he knew very well that the gods did not actually need them. They were happy for the piety of mankind and secretly rejoiced at the existence of the power of faith, but then they discarded these tributes as waste.

Seeing the fruits of their creations' labor being wasted in this way, the Illuminati couldn't help but have some thoughts that they shouldn't have.

"Then why did you come?"

Somewhat irritated, Epimetheus knew that Prometheus would not end well. He tried to persuade the other party, but on the one hand, there was no result. On the other hand, he himself felt that this could not be changed, so he had to let it go, but this did not mean that he felt better.

Even towards humans, this creature that he had some good feelings about, he also developed some bad feelings.

"If I must say it, it's probably to bear witness."

After pondering for a while, Ryan said slowly.

"Witness sins and sacrifices. Of course, you are also waiting for someone."

"There are not many people in the world who meet my requirements and have 'potential', but I think he is one of them."

If Evan Jielin can feel it, Ryan can naturally feel it too. That pure and powerful belief caught his attention at the first moment.

When the Lord of the Spirit World focuses his attention on it, the traces of history will be clearly visible, but this is not enough. The oldest human king still had illusions. After all, he had never really seen the ruthlessness of the gods towards humans. So Ryan was not in a hurry to contact him, but just paid a little attention.

He believes that truly outstanding heroes can bloom the brightest flowers under the strongest emotions.

As for Ryan, he doesn’t have to do anything. After all, that's what the gods on Mount Olympus are like.