Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

Cry——

Above the sea of ​​clouds, birds are singing.

Not long ago, the Lord of Darkness was sent away in the Golden Palace, and the God King was in a much better mood.

Erebus was not interested in the banquet of the gods.

From the beginning to the end, his arrival was just to express his attitude again.

‘Don’t worry, as long as you get on, I will definitely follow’.

Although he didn’t say this directly, it was roughly the same meaning.

So at the end of the banquet, Zeus reprimanded Ares for the trouble caused by Achilles himself.

But the God King turned a blind eye to the root of all this.

He would not take the initiative to do anything, but Zeus believed that it would not take long before what he wanted would come to him one by one.

For example, the centaur who sneaked into the mountain of gods before, or something else.

In a good mood, the God King came to the back mountain of Olympus.

Looking down from here, you can see the nine layers of sea of ​​clouds falling one by one.

The world seems to be shrouded in a layer of fog, but it seems to be all under your feet.

Swish——

"Hmm?"

Zeus looked up in surprise at the long-lost view of the sacred mountain.

A light stream of light came from the direction of his sight.

It was her... He was startled at first, then frowned.

The King of Gods recognized the visitor, who was a frequent visitor to Olympus.

But for some reason, in Zeus's perception, the other party's state today made him feel a little strange.

It was like a precious pearl covered with dust, and a flaw on white jade.

An originally perfect thing had a flaw and was no longer as perfect as before.

And the most special thing was that this "imperfection" made him feel a little uncomfortable from nowhere.

This intuition came without any warning, but he instinctively wanted to stay away.

"...Welcome, Lachesis."

"What kind of wind today made you leave Mount Nisa and come to the land of the gods?"

"It's a pity that you came a little late, otherwise you might be able to catch up with the banquet of the gods."

Without a sound, the King of Gods showed a pleasant smile.

He opened his arms, as if to give the visitor a hug.

A light white stream of light fell to the ground, and Lachesis walked out of it.

Looking at the God King approaching, the goddess who measured fate subconsciously took a step back.

The short ruler in her hand stretched forward, blocking the possibility of Zeus approaching.

"Your Majesty, my sister should have told you."

"If possible, she hopes that you try not to have any direct contact with her."

"Yes, that's the case."

"But Lachesis, I remember that it seemed to be limited to herself."

Still laughing, the God King stopped.

"You and your sister don't have this request... I asked her why at the time, but unfortunately she didn't tell me the reason."

"..."

Silently, Lachesis knew that Zeus was right.

But unfortunately, now is different from the past.

"It's different now."

"Kroto is fine, but I... can't contact you either."

"Otherwise, neither you nor I will have any good results."

"... Is that so? If so, I'll remember that."

Nodding, Zeus's face showed no sign of his thoughts.

The God King easily accepted this rule, and there was no sign of any God King's majesty in him.

Zeus always had the same attitude towards the goddess of fate, these three nominal daughters.

He never took the initiative to look for them, but if they came to him, the God King would always treat them with courtesy.

Some gods were puzzled by this, after all, the God King should be the one who feared fate the most.

But for thousands of years, Zeus has been like this.

Gradually, the gods got used to it.

"Then Lachesis, let's get back to the point."

"In my impression, although you occasionally come to Olympus, you have never specifically come to find me."

"Under the guidance of fate, as long as you don't want to see me, you can always avoid me."

"So Lachesis, do you need me to do anything for you today?"

"No matter what it is, as long as I can do it, I will never refuse."

"I need you to find someone for me."

"His name is Paris... I could have seen him, but now he is out of my "sight."

Speaking slowly, Lachesis did not say anything about Atropos.

Because the goddess of fate cannot speak out the fate she sees, unless she is guiding that person to the path he is supposed to take.

"Whether it's the sky, the earth or the ocean, as long as he is in this world, I will find him."

"Now only the power of the God King can do this the fastest, and this is why I came to you."

"Is that so? I know."

"No problem, it's just a small matter."

Without asking any more questions, Zeus nodded and agreed.

He just clenched his fist, and the three-color scepter appeared in his hand.

The invisible wave swept across the earth with Olympus as the center, following the order established by the kingship.

In just a moment, Zeus found the person mentioned by the goddess of fate.

"Is it so easy..."

It was a bit unexpected that there was no obstacle.

At first, Zeus thought that this human being who could not be observed by the goddess of fate was protected by some existence.

With a slight movement in his heart, the king of gods wanted to investigate the situation of that person for a while, but soon, this idea was interrupted by himself.

No... there is no need for this.

He drew a circle in the air with his scepter, and the next moment, a picture emerged from it.

Zeus immediately spoke and pointed out the location in the picture.

"This is the human world, near the royal city of Sparta."

"The person you are looking for is there... Lachesis, do you need me to bring him to you?"

"No, I will handle it myself."

She refused flatly, but as soon as she said it, Lachesis felt that she was a little too indifferent.

Anyway, Zeus has provided them with a lot of help in many things.

So after thinking about it, the goddess still explained.

"He is in big trouble, but it cannot be solved by force."

"If your majesty intervenes, it may make the situation even more unpredictable."

"Don't worry, I understand."

Waving his hand with a smile, Zeus immediately invited: "Then Lachesis, do you want to sit on the sacred mountain for a while?"

"No, I have to deal with this matter quickly."

The whereabouts of Atropos is still unclear, and Lachesis just wants to find her sister as soon as possible.

Waving her skirt, the goddess hurried away.

Soon, the top of Olympus returned to peace again.

The God King smiled to himself as if nothing had happened, and then continued to enjoy the scenery of the sea of ​​clouds.

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Human world, Laconia Plain.

East bank of the Eurotas River.

A hurricane blew in the sky, and thick clouds piled up together.

Under the gloomy sky, there was dry air without water vapor.

Driving the wind and rain, the prince with a changed temperament fell from the sky.

Across the wide river, Paris looked at the huge city built on the west bank, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

In that illusion, in the so-called future, it was here that he and Helen became closer and closer.

And this place was also the source of his subsequent pain.

Because of this relationship that should not exist, he and his kingdom finally paid the price with their lives.

His brother and father also died because of this, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers were stained with blood on the city walls.

But...

"But what does this have to do with Helen?"

"She is so beautiful and so kind."

"She should belong to me, and I am her destiny!"

"Spartans, a group of barbarians who eat raw meat and drink blood."

"Ridiculous traditions, ridiculous countries."

"Such a place is worthy of Helen staying?"

Step by step, the prince strolled along the river.

Although it was just a false future, it seemed to him like a real experience.

Everything else was like an illusion, and Paris could not remember what he encountered in the so-called future.

But there was one thing he was sure of, that was that he and Helen were indeed in love with each other.

Of course, there was nothing strange about this.

After all, no matter how you think about it, between the handsome Paris with a wealthy family and the plain-looking Sparta with cruel traditions, most people would make the right choice.

Paris waved the Elder Wand in his hand, and his heart moved slightly.

Then, under his will, the mud on the shore gathered together.

They turned into stone bricks, and finally built a wide arch bridge.

Walking on the arch bridge, the prince's face was full of joy.

He liked this feeling, and liked the beauty of his dreams coming true.

"Wait a minute, who are you? How dare you build a bridge on my body privately!"

Suddenly, an angry shout sounded.

The prince frowned, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Turning back, in the river not far away, a middle-aged man with rough blue hair was looking over here.

Paris felt a little threatened by the other person.

"Heh."

Laughing softly, the prince had roughly understood it these days.

These existences that made him feel threatened were actually threatening only his normal self, not the self holding the magic wand.

And in front of this magic wand that belonged to him, the so-called threat was just that.

"Who are you, and dare you block my way?"

The young prince asked with a playful tone.

"Mortal, I am Eurotas, the god of this river."

"It is named after me, and only those who have my permission can build a bridge here."

Not wanting to make trouble, the river god continued to warn: "There is a bridge not far from here, and there is a temple belonging to me next to the bridge."

"Just pray in the temple for a while, and you can cross the river at any time."

As a regional god spread all over the world, the most insignificant and important member of the Oceanic God System, the river god is not qualified to establish a formal church and faith.

Or in other words, with their meager divine power, they cannot do this themselves.

But with the rise of the Age of Faith, many river gods and lake gods more or less hope to accumulate more divine power.

If their bodies are destroyed in the future, they may be able to rely on their past accumulation to survive the backlash and not fall into eternal sleep.

So situations like the Eurotas River became common, whether it was irrigating the riverbank, passing through the river surface, or even catching fish.

These regional gods, whose real combat power is not necessarily that strong even if it is not restricted, coexist with the human kingdom and become an indispensable part of the human world.

"Now, destroy this bridge."

"Mortal, this is also the agreement between me and Sparta."

As if he saw the extraordinary of Paris, the river god was quite polite.

As an immortal but weak regional god, Eurotas was unwilling to cause trouble if he could avoid it.