Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

Since the night of the number of souls, fire fell from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, more than seventy years have passed.

Time flies by, but for humans, apart from the fact that the sun is flashing abnormally more frequently and the stars are setting more and more frequently, there are no changes around Mount Odiles.

The environment has not changed because it is affected by the power of the sacred mountain. It is evergreen all year round and the scenery remains the same.

Human beings have not changed, naturally because that is how human beings were in the golden age. Without that unexpected dream, perhaps until they die, they will not be any different from when they were born.

However, in the same life, there is a little surprise. The creature that was once brought to the human tribe gradually grew up.

She has a god-like appearance, but is different from humans. Humans are like male gods, and she is like a goddess, even though she is a small goddess.

Although humans never communicate with her in accordance with the order of the God King, as time goes by, some of her special qualities will inevitably spread among humans.

The sinner who steals the power of the gods, humans call her this and the power she controls. Like the record of Hecate's arrival, this was recorded on the stone tablet and left in front of the temple forever.

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Step on the leaves in the forest with bare feet and listen to the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. Hecate, who had red hair and a red dress, walked briskly along the stream and towards the cabin where she lived.

“La la la——, I can finally go back~”

Humming a little tune and completing a morning of practice by the woods, Hecate was in a good mood.

In other words, except when she was little, Hecate was always in a good mood.

Her height was not very high. According to the standards of later generations, she was just over one and a half meters tall. But paired with her young cheeks, it doesn't look out of place.

Perhaps it was due to the lack of divine power, or perhaps some other reason, but it took a full fifty years for the original goddess of forks in the myth, the lord of dead souls, and the subjugation of the underworld to finally enter the stage of rapid growth as a god.

Then more than twenty years passed, and Hecate's appearance remained that of fourteen or fifteen years old, with no sign of growing up at all.

"Uncle Cohen, it's you again~"

After walking for a while, at the corner of the stream not far away, Cohen was standing next to a large bucket that was too big for one person to hold, scooping water into it with a wooden spoon.

However, in response to Hecate's greeting, Cohen just moved the corners of his eyes, and then had no other response.

"Aren't you the 'King' of mankind? Why do you have to fetch water yourself every time?"

Hecate was not surprised when she received no response, she just continued to ask.

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Cohen responded with silence.

"That's not the case with the god king on the sacred mountain. He has nymphs and oak goddesses working for him. The king of gods can command other gods, why can't you?"

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Although Cohen wanted to say, why do you know about God if you have never been to the Holy Mountain? What's more, gods and humans are different, and the God-King is even more supreme. However, due to the oracle of Cronus, he still did not respond with a word.

And actually, from the bottom of his heart, he felt that if what Hecate said was true, it would make sense. After all, human beings have equal reverence for God. This is a concept written into the soul when they were created. They respected the god-king even more, not from birth, but because other gods regarded Cronus as their king.

Therefore, humans still cannot quite understand the matter of ‘gods serve other gods’. Like humans on the sea, in their eyes, there is no difference between the God King and the Poseidon.

"It's so slow——"

After watching for a while, Hecate became impatient. Although she has gradually gotten used to it over the years, in her opinion, many of the other party's behaviors are still unacceptable.

For example, if you can walk with a bucket in your arms, why do you still need to use such a small wooden spoon? For example, she tried to teach them other knowledge, but no one accepted it.

Another example is that they can build a temple like a hill, but they are unwilling to dig a river to divert water from other places to the settlement.

It's not that Hecate didn't ask, but no one responded to her. She also secretly listened to their conversations, but humans seemed to be accustomed to this.

In people's private words, they will use the knowledge taught by the gods instead of learning things from unknown sources. In other words, whatever Hecate can 'invent' is inherently rejected by the golden humans.

Creation, that is God’s domain. No matter what is created, it is not something that mere mortals can do. So gradually, people thought that the reason why she was rejected by God was because she violated God's authority.

"——Forget it, let me help you."

Ignoring Cohen's silent refusal, Hecate stretched out her small hand.

She made a snatching motion, and an invisible force moved with her. In an instant, filled with something in the air, that force formed a big hand composed of a force field.

But all this is invisible to the naked eye. The water in the creek flows out of the shallow and narrow channel as if it is pulled by some force. In a few breaths, the barrel was filled.

"Okay, Uncle Cohen, your bucket is full~"

"I want to go back."

Clapping her hands, knowing that there would be no feedback from the other party, Hecate just smiled, then walked around Cohen and continued walking towards her residence.

Behind him, Cohen looked at the fiery red figure going away, frowning slightly, but still didn't say anything.

It's this strange power again. About thirty years ago, I don’t know when, this being that fell from the sky suddenly had the power to influence nature.

Although her power is still very weak, far less than the supreme power of the gods, there are many things that are themselves a kind of blasphemy.

'Have sinners stolen the power of God? ’

Shaking his head, Cohen picked up the barrel and walked towards the settlement.

In later generations, a heavy bucket that could not be lifted by ten people would be like nothing to Cohen. His power is close to the pinnacle of mortal things, and even if there is a proper method, the extraordinary realm cannot stop him at all.

But there is no path to cultivation in the current world. Even if there is, golden humans don't care about power. Therefore, Cohen already had such a physique thousands of years ago, but today, thousands of years later, he has not changed much.

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After passing seven fruit trees and avoiding three docile animal nests, the woods gradually became sparse.

In the center of the forest that Hecate named the 'Red Leaf Forest', the small wooden house she built on the clearing could already be seen in the distance.

The cabin was originally built by Cohn, but Hecate later modified it. She decorated the outside with flowers and stones of various colors, and used magic to make them evergreen all year round.

Squeak——

"I'm back!"

Opening the door and facing the empty wooden house, Hecate said hello to herself.

But no one responded to her. Just like in the past few decades, no one except herself has set foot in this place.

I prepared a dinner for myself - some wild fruits picked by the roadside. Hecate returned to her bedroom, ready to begin the most anticipated part of the day.

Except for the first generation of Titans, no one was born knowing it, and Hecate was no exception, but she had a little secret that she had never told anyone.

In the second year after she secretly learned writing, on her way back to the cabin, she picked up a treasure.