Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

"Phew - I knew it..."

Aigario Mountains, next to an unknown waterhole.

The old face stiffened again. Although she had been mentally prepared for it, she still found it difficult to accept when Atropos heard 'never heard of it' with her own ears.

Yes, she has always known that in the world of Khaos, the goddess of fate has never been liked by people.

Whether they are mortals on earth or immortal gods, even Zeus, who treats them with great courtesy, still instinctively dislikes and rejects them.

After all, destiny cannot be changed, especially the three goddesses of destiny.

What they bring is never good news, only bad news that makes people sleepless day and night.

According to a prophecy, the king of the world leads to the tragedy of killing his father and marrying his mother.

In order to avoid fate, three generations of god-kings, father and son, killed each other.

Atropos knew this. No one likes inevitable disaster.

But whenever she comes to the world, she is still willing to say her name.

The goddess of destiny once promised in her heart that anyone who can recognize her at a glance will give him the reward he deserves.

However, it is a pity that no one in the world has received this honor so far.

"...Ahem, you are a craftsman... To be able to earn such a family fortune at such a young age requires a lot of hard work."

"It seems like this old guy like me is really useless, ahem..."

The coughing continued, and the body that was devastated by the backlash of fate was so fragile.

Atropos has no doubt that although she is also a god, under that terrible erosion, her body may not even be comparable to a stronger mortal.

With a few simple words of modesty, Destiny changed her mind and got ready to get down to business.

However, what she didn't expect was that Ryan on the side took over her words in a serious manner.

"You're right about that. After all, you look like you're probably not far from death."

"You still have to climb here at an old age... From this point of view, the textile industry outside of Athens really has no future."

"..."

He was choked before the words came out of his mouth. Atropos took a deep breath and managed to calm down the scolding he wanted to blurt out.

From a mortal perspective, there is actually nothing wrong with what this human said.

After all, Athena is the goddess of wisdom and a bright-eyed girl with skillful hands.

Even the stars in the sky are moved by the fabrics she weaves, and Athenians have always paid attention to the inheritance of textiles.

No country can match Athens in this regard. Even Atropos admits that in terms of skill alone, even Clotho, who weaves destiny, is inferior to Athena.

"...Young man, I think you may have a little misunderstanding."

"While it's true that we just make some fabrics, the fabrics that our sisters weave are not ordinary things."

Destiny spoke in a deep voice, leaning on crutches.

At this moment, Atropos' reason told herself that there was no need for her to debate such a thing with a mortal.

With a lifespan of less than a hundred years, he lives and dies at dawn. He is weak and has no qualifications to have any perceptible impact on his destiny.

Destiny really couldn't think of any reason why she should care about his opinion.

But for some reason, Atropos feels particularly competitive today.

It seemed that no matter what, she didn't want to be compared to the mortals in front of her.

"Our silk thread is tangible, and it changes into thousands of colors in the hands of my sister; our silk thread is invisible, and no one can pull it up except Clotho's skillful hand."

"No matter how long, narrow or wide she is, Lachesis can always draw the most perfect shape; not missing a foot or a hair, my hand holding the scissors never wavers."

"O man on earth and gods in heaven, as long as it is the finished product I weave for them, there is no one who does not want to see it... and we are respected by others. Young man, let the sun, moon and stars bear witness to me, Everything I said is true.”

"So now, do you still think you are stronger than me?"

After Atropos finished speaking, his old face rose.

In a bush not far from the pool, something shook slightly.

Here we are...the person we've been waiting for is right there.

However, at this moment, the goddess of fate was staring straight into Ryan's eyes without any deviation.

The appearance of this human being was an accident. According to the original plan, she should not have been arguing about these useless things here.

However, at this moment, Atropos just wanted to hear this mortal's bow and recognition... Even if it was very unreasonable, as the god of Chaos, she had to do this.

The God of Chaos is like this. If you want to do something, then do it.

Even if mortal recognition meant nothing to her, that was still the case.

"Hmm... It sounds a bit skillful, but even if you say it like this, it doesn't make any difference."

"As a craftsman who has worked hard for many years, how can he be compared to a weaver?"

He spoke with a smile, as if he had taken Atropos' words as a boast.

There was no more movement from the bushes in the distance, and Ryan pretended not to notice.

Anyway, after a while, it will be his turn to appear.

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Wow…

The breeze blows, and the sound of the pool is clear and moving. The fragrance of tea flowers surrounded the tip of his nose, but Paris was not in the mood to enjoy it at all.

Paris, the second son of the Trojan king and the brother of Hector.

He also has a handsome appearance that is recognized by the world, and can easily make others fall in love with him.

However, at this moment, hiding in the bushes beside the pool, Paris was particularly excited.

Perhaps it was because of the unevenness of the constants, or perhaps it was some other influence.

This mortal who originally influenced the whole world in his destiny has not been very famous so far, at least no god has favored him.

He should have been chosen by the goddess as the person who decided who the golden apple belonged to; he should have faced three rewards and made a choice between wisdom, power and beauty.

Helen, who smiled and made hundreds of thousands of troops eliminate their murderous intentions, should have been his wife. After Hector's death, he was also eligible to inherit the throne of Troy.

However, Paris now has nothing, and he was even sent away from the fortress in advance to keep him away from the dangerous battlefield.

This seems to be protection, but it is also a shame.

No heir to a kingdom will escape war and life and death. At least on the surface, no royal family of this era will do so.

Angry but powerless to change, after all, he really has no strength.

So the angry Paris left the camp prepared for him and wandered aimlessly in the mountains.

Maybe it was a coincidence, when Paris woke up after a nap, he unexpectedly found that there seemed to be two unusual guys beside him.

"..."

"... The people on the earth and the gods in the sky, as long as I weave the finished product for them, there is no one who doesn't want to see its face..."

Every word was so clear that Paris couldn't help but lie down in the gap of the bushes to peek out.

An ugly old woman, and a young man in black clothes and silver jewelry.

But no matter which one it was, Paris knew that this was probably not an ordinary person.

In the old woman's body, in Atropos's eyes, he clearly felt a familiar taste.

That was arrogance and disdain, just like the nobles looking at the common people under their feet, or the king treating the servants around him.

It doesn't mean cruelty or evil, it can also be tolerant and kind.

But the reason for this kind of "kindness" is definitely not kindness.

"I never thought that I would encounter such a thing during just a nap..."

"Who are they? Could this man be a famous demigod hero, but I have never seen him."

"As for this old guy... could she be an evil wizard?"

Hiding quietly aside, in Paris's impression, the wizards described by the priests were like this.

Or arrogant, arrogant, trying to compete with the gods in some aspects.

Or cold, ugly faces hiding evil intentions.

Or dirty and lonely, not taking a bath for decades, eating mud and filth.

Sniffing with his nose, the faint decay in the air and the stench that went straight to the soul once again confirmed this possibility.

No wonder they appear in these remote places, wizards are indeed so evil.

"...But no matter who they are, what does it have to do with me."

"It would be great if gold could fall from the sky."

Try to hide well, Paris silently pricked up his ears.

He has heard of the skills of this old witch, what about this young man?

Even if it was just to flatter and compete with each other, it was just to kill time.

"..."

"... As for me, since you claim that your fabrics are so excellent, how can my work, as an excellent craftsman, be inferior?"

The voice spread from Xiaotan to the bushes, and Ryan's voice was clearly audible.

"Add eyes to the clay figurines, and the gods cannot separate them from the living."

"Draw a plate in the sky, and light will really come to the world at night."

"Build a house that belongs to me, and everyone in the world who knows it will follow suit... Atropos, this is the skill I have worked hard for many years."

There is still no lie, just like the goddess of fate just described her own truth, and Ryan is the same.

It is only when the first "clay figurines" were born that life exists in the world.

If there were no plates he painted, there would be no light in the night sky in ancient times.

As for the house he built, there is only one replica built in the world so far, but Atropos probably can't see it from fate.

"...Young man, sometimes it is better to seek truth from facts."

Atropos's eyes gradually couldn't maintain the false gentleness, and he was sure that the human in front of him was just talking nonsense.

Just kidding, let alone achieving the extraordinary skills described in his words, even if he was just a well-known craftsman in a country, it was impossible for his presence in fate to be so weak as if it didn't exist.

"Respecting the elderly is sometimes not a bad thing."

Atropos glanced at the bushes beside him and said slowly:

"Speaking more modestly may help you avoid unnecessary troubles."