Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

"An old woman walking across the moors?"

In the palace of Eleusis, the majestic and steady king confirmed to his daughters again, and he also received a positive answer.

The old woman called herself Moir. She lived in this remote country because of an accident.

She hopes that the king here will allow her to stay here for a while, and she is willing to do some work within her ability in return for living here.

Of course, Kelius would not believe this.

Many years have passed since the Great Flood, and alien beasts migrating from other parts of the earth have reoccupied the wilderness. Those who can walk alone in different cities in this era are often those who have broken the limits of mortals and possess incredible abilities.

Like the father of Cyrus, the founder of Eleusis, he existed like this during his lifetime. It was precisely because of his leadership that this human team did not perish on the road.

But precisely because of this, the king knew very well what kind of power they had and what characteristics they had. But according to his daughter's description, the other party doesn't seem to be such a strong person, at least not like the direction of human cultivation.

After excluding this, there are not many possibilities left.

The legend of witchcraft has not yet been spread among the new generation of humans, so the first thing Kelius thought of was the messenger of the gods - or even the gods themselves.

Such a being came to his country... Thinking of the people who are suffering from disasters today, the king solemnly told his daughter:

"You've done a good job... Since she wants to stay here and doesn't want us to find out her identity, let's do our best to satisfy her."

"No matter who she is, as long as we make no mistakes, it will not lead to disaster. Let's go prepare the dinner and bring out our best things."

"Yes, father."

Hearing this, the three daughters nodded in agreement. Under the arrangement of Cleus, they went to prepare the dinner, which was a banquet that had been prepared for a long time.

It was originally meant to celebrate the birth of Demophon, the second son of Cleus, but now it can also be used to welcome this mysterious woman from afar.

As for Cyrus himself, he had more important things to do. In order to prevent someone from accidentally offending Moir, he must warn everyone who comes into contact with her in advance not to seek merit, but to seek no fault.

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The Palace of Eleusis, where previous kings once lived.

"Thank you for your hospitality. You are such a kind person."

He uttered words of thanks, and then signaled to the other party that he could leave as if he was waving away a servant. Until now, Moir hadn't even noticed what the mortal king's daughter was called.

After the other party left, Moir looked at the residence. It was very simple, but it was the best place among mortals, so she sat on the chair, quite satisfied with the reception she received.

"It's barely liveable... but it's a pretty good country."

Although her disguise was full of holes in the eyes of others, Moir herself thought she was doing a good job. No one noticed that she was different. Everything they did was from their heart. After all, she believed that the wilderness was very safe, and she had tried her best to 'humble'.

Under such circumstances, it was indeed beyond her expectation that the daughter of the king of this human country could treat her with such courtesy.

"Hmm...probably just the preferential treatment I receive as a guest."

"There's nowhere to go anyway, so I'll just stay here for a while. I wonder what kind of job they will arrange for me, and what is the life of a mortal like?"

Moir, or Demeter, the goddess of fertility, finally recovered a little from her sadness and became a little interested in everything in front of her.

Since the War of the Gods, the goddess in charge of the growth of all things has remained on Mount Olympus. This is not because she likes it here, it's just that Demeter can feel a little safe on the sacred mountain.

Not to himself, but to his daughter Persephone. The daughter that Zeus forcibly gave birth to was not disgusting to Demeter. On the contrary, she valued this child so much. But what worries the goddess is that her daughter's magical power is so weak, and her appearance is so beautiful.

So Demeter raised her in a valley called Enna and asked the nymphs to take care of her and grow up. In order to prevent the gods from discovering her whereabouts, even the goddess herself rarely visited her.

This was even more true after the war between gods. The goddess didn't want Zeus to discover the whereabouts of her child, so she suppressed her emotions and never visited her. Until this day, missing her daughter made Demeter quietly walk down the sacred mountain and come to that hidden valley, but the result was that she was disappointed.

There was already nothing there, neither Persephone nor the nymphs he captured were here.

It was as if no one had lived in this valley for hundreds of years, showing desolation and desolation everywhere. This made the goddess panic instantly, and the scene in front of her reminded her of her own past.

So in panic, Demeter stopped the silver chariot traveling at night. She sought a prophecy from the goddess of the magic web who was said to be able to use the stars to predict the future. For unknown reasons, Hecate also responded to her.

"According to the astrology, it happened at dusk after a rain, at the turn of day and night."

"The moon hasn't risen yet but the sun hasn't set yet. That's the answer I can give you."

The words of the Goddess of the Magic Network were highly suggestive, so Demeter got an accurate prediction and left in a hurry. She stopped the Sun God when the sun was about to rise and asked him everything he had seen. Under her questioning, Helios concealed it at first, but in the end he had no choice but to tell her the result.

"I don't know why such a thing happened... Your Highness Demeter, I only saw that on that day, in the hidden valley you mentioned, the earth cracked open, and the Lord of the Underworld took her away in a chariot. .”

Finally getting the whereabouts of her daughter, the goddess couldn't help but feel angry about it. She immediately returned to Olympus and asked Zeus to punish Hades and bring Persephone back to the world.

However, what shocked her was that the God King rejected her request because he had promised Pluto a condition, and now it was time for him to fulfill his promise.

So in the palace of Mount Olympus, the angry Demeter took off her golden staff and inserted it in front of the throne of her chief god. She uses the artifact as a medium to use her own authority to issue orders to all things, ordering them to stop growing and to wither and decay.

"Bring my daughter back to the world, Zeus, otherwise, whatever you gain now, you will lose it one by one!"

Putting aside a harsh word, Demeter left the sacred mountain. From then on, the earth lost its harvest, and unless Persephone returned to Olympus, she would never give in.

She believed that after the gods realized the benefits of faith, they would never want to lose it again, and what she was asking for was not their interests, but just her daughter.

This is a reasonable request, and in the end, the gods will definitely compromise.

"...For this period of time, just stay here."

The long-term and macroscopic operation of authority did not bring physical fatigue to Demeter, but it made it difficult for her to rest mentally. It would be good to stay in this human country for a while.

Thinking of this, the goddess continued to maintain her disguised old face, leaned on the bed, closed her eyes and rested.

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"It's spring again..."

The cold wind blows across the earth, bringing a scene different from spring, summer and autumn.

Dozens of miles away from Silver Moon City, next to a man-made stream, Nuo was sitting on a wooden wheelchair spliced ​​by craftsmen, watching this scene with some emotion.

The dry trees on both sides of the stream bear witness to the beginning of the year. Unfortunately, due to the influence of invisible and formless laws, none of them has sprouted buds.

This completely different climate surprised everyone, but compared to the Kingdom of Eleusis, which was thousands of miles away, Silver Moon City was not worried about it.

On the one hand, this is because Nuo has already stored enough food. After making a prophecy to the Lord of Plenty, the Goddess of the Magic Network conveyed a message to the residents of this city. On the other hand, it is also because this "cold winter" that has never happened in Khaos cannot really affect them.

When the first 'winter' season arrives, the cycle of the four seasons touches the angel next to the well of reincarnation. So Eunomia, who was in charge of spring and rebirth, sent extra blessings to the country, so that their farmland and cities could still welcome spring as promised.

It's just that it's too far away, otherwise, these trees wouldn't look like this. But through them, Nuo saw more things.

"Is it a famine? The last time it was a great flood, what is it this time? Or is this not an insinuation of their desire to exterminate humanity again, but just a struggle?"

He made a casual guess and then shook his head. In any case, Silver Moon City would not suffer from this.

Nuo looked at Cohen behind the wheelchair. This 'old guy' whom he had known for a long time was looking at the western sky, wondering what he was thinking.

"Whatever it is, Coen, I probably won't be able to see the results of it, but you should be able to."

Although his face remained the same as before, the decaying feeling of dying life had long penetrated into Nuo's body. In contrast, Cohen, whom he nicknamed the 'old guy', was no different from before, without any change.

The life of the Golden Man King is already unimaginably long, and as the self-generated divinity in his body gradually grows, his lifespan is even closer to eternity. It is impossible to see aging on his body. Even in another ten thousand years, his appearance will not be any different from now.

But Nuo is different. He is not an immortal, nor is he a person with outstanding talents on the extraordinary path. He is not even like the newborns who have the bloodline of the Water Fairy, and have a life that is far more than twice that of ordinary people. He is just another Just an ordinary bronze human being.

In other words, when Nuo devoted all his energy to Silver Moon City, it would be impossible for him to make any extraordinary achievements in other fields. His ability to survive to this day is the result of various factors.

But if he doesn't seek change, seek a deeper qualitative change in his soul or body, then this is already his limit. Maybe this year, maybe next year, he will reach the end of his life and end this brilliant life.

"...If you think about it, you can actually live longer, or even live forever, and then witness these changes yourself."

His attention was drawn back by Nuo's voice, and Cohen held on to the handle of the wheelchair.

This was not the first time that he faced the death of a friend. Even when the golden human came to the end of his life, he didn't even know that it was sadness. But no matter how many times he went through it, Cohen wouldn't want to go through it again if possible.

But he also knew very well that Nuo would not agree.

Sure enough, after listening to Cohen's words, Nuo just waved his hand.

"There's no need, Cohen. I've lived long enough."

"Eternal is the Lord, the All-Knowing and All-seeing, the angels and the Holy Spirit in His kingdom. I will live there, not forever on earth."

"What about Silver Moon City? Don't you want to continue to lead its development?"

Interrupting Nuo's words, Cohen pointed to the plain in the distance.

"Don't you already have plans to build towns elsewhere, to establish an above-ground theocracy... This is inseparable from your existence."

"No, Cohen. Although I think I have done pretty well over the years, maybe people in the future will do better?"

Waving his hand, Nuo was more open-minded than Cohen.

If he wanted to, he could actually get a gift from an angel and have eternal life, because Nuo's achievements over the years had already made the angels in the spiritual world recognize this mortal's piety. However, this is not what he wants, and he feels that Silvermoon City does not need it.

"Eternal life needs an eternal Lord, and people who only live for hundreds of years only need a pope who lives for hundreds of years. Only change can bring development. This is the experience I have learned over the years."

"It's you, Cohen. Although you have stayed in Silver Moon City for so long, have you really found the answer in your heart?"

With a faint smile, he looked at his old friend who had known him for many years. Perhaps it was clear from the onlooker's side that Nuo Neng could see that Cohen still could not let go of many things between 'gods and humans'.

The beautiful life of the people in Silver Moon City made him temporarily put aside those thoughts and bury them in his heart, but putting them aside does not mean forgetting.

"...You're right, I haven't found it yet."

His inner thoughts were brought out, and memories of the past came to his mind again. After a moment of silence and looking at Nuo sitting in the wheelchair, Cohen couldn't help but ask:

"Aren't you angry?"

"why are you mad?"

Nuo asked with a smile.

"Of course it's because I'm not as religious as you are."

"No, there is doubt. This is not a sin. In fact, blind faith is the furthest thing from true faith."

Shaking his head, Nuo didn't have any more explanation. He just looked at Cohen and finally suggested:

"If you still have doubts, Cohen, why don't you try it yourself?"

"try what?"

"Of course I'm trying to become like the beings on Mount Olympus."

Leaning back in the chair, Nuo smiled and said:

"Only if you have done it yourself can your doubts be truly explained. And compared to others, you also have this opportunity."

"You are special... Cohen, maybe all of this is the Lord's arrangement."

"..."

"……maybe"

After a long silence, Cohen pushed Nuo's wheelchair and walked into the distance.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. And maybe the higher I stand and the stronger I become, the farther away I will be from your belief."

"It doesn't matter."

Shaking his head, Nuo looked at every scene around him from his wheelchair.

He was familiar with everything here, but that didn't stop him from getting a little more familiar before he passed away.

"Getting closer to the truth is getting closer to the Lord. Do what you want to do, Cohen. I still support you."

"..."

Silent again, looking at his friends in front of him, Cohen raised his head and looked at the world shrouded in early winter.

"...No, at least in your case, I think it is faith that makes you great."

"Thank you, but I'm just practicing my beliefs."

Their voices faded away, becoming inaudible in the cold wind. The four seasons are gradually returning to their normal positions, the time sequence is approaching perfection, and a long winter has arrived.