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The Awakened Star Beast
[12] The outer door.
A lake not far from Mount Olympus.
Bearded Hesiod sat on an oval stone bench, holding a stack of parchment in his hand, quietly flipping through it.
The stack of parchment was only the size of two palms. The surface of the paper was rough and withered. If it was close to it, if you smell it carefully, you can smell a slightly pungent lime-like smell like the shell of a preserved egg.
The sound of the hoofs came from behind, and Hesiod did not look back. With his spiritual sense, he ‘saw’ the young centaur behind him, and saw his pale face as white as paper.
Breathing out a breath of foul breath, Hesiod rolled up the parchment, then squeezed it in his hand, staring at the towering Olympus Mountain in the distance.
“Is this the one?” Chiron asked with a little hesitation behind him. He looked at the crude parchment rolled up in Hesiod’s hand, and said with a somewhat uncertain expression: “The cosmology of the Greek gods, you wrote The [God spectrum] of.”
Hesiod was silent for a while, then nodded slightly and admitted: “Yes, Your Highness Chiron, although I spent a lot of energy, I still wrote it with the assistance of His Majesty Kronos.”
“You will die. Even if you are one of the founders of the cosmology, you do not have the characteristics of the master of the group of gods, but if you are a godhead, if you use this, it is estimated that you will be backlashed by the cosmology in the first place, right?”
Chiron looked at Hesiod in a puzzled way, as if he didn’t know why he chose this path of death.
Hesiod narrowed his eyes, and then said in a low voice:
“That’s why that majesty gave me the spiritual identity of a poet. Only by becoming a poet who tampered with the legal principles of the world with poetry, can he drive the ultimate treasure of this group of gods with his essence that is not the master of the group of gods.”
“It will die.” Chiron replied in a low voice. “After father’s plan is completed, you have no value, and your value is only to drive the gods and define the stars.”
After Hesiod was silent for a moment, he sighed softly:
“You’re right, my value is here.”
Chiron opened his mouth and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him speechlessly. Only then did he realize that the man’s temples had turned white, and the whole person was much older than when he first saw him. Some, for poets who have already been included in the class of gods and Buddhas, are a strange phenomenon.
Thinking of the fact that Chronos asked him to cooperate with the experiment, Chiron’s pupils shrank, and he couldn’t help but speak out. “I’ve always been curious about why you can use the gift of a ‘poet’ with the power to change the world, as if there is no cost to use it.”
“Have you noticed? With your eyesight, Your Highness, I’m afraid you can become a pretty good shooter.” Hesiod raised his hand, touched his white temples, and then smiled dumbly.
Looking at Hesiod in front of him, looking at the already bent back of the other party, Chiron closed his eyes with some reluctance and said:
“Can’t we escape the play of fate after all…”
“Not necessarily.”
Hesiod said with a chuckle, there was a bit of firmness in those words, as if this were the truth, this was the truth.
Chiron opened his eyes and looked at Hesiod in front of him with a bit of astonishment. At this moment, the poet laughed happily.
“Destiny is powerful, but it is not invincible. He can be twisted, tampered with, and even killed. This is what I believe in after seeing that existence.”
He paused for a moment, then said with a light smile:
“The poet who sang destiny died because he resisted destiny, and the powerful and noble destiny was shattered because of slight deviation. This is quite a gorgeous script, don’t you think so, Your Highness?”
“Hesiod… don’t you…”
Chiron’s pupils shrank enormously, and he looked at Hesiod in front of him with an incredible look. It was only then that he noticed something different from himself in the other party, which was the courage to ‘fight’ that he did not possess at all.
“Is this the human will?” the centaur demigod said in surprise.
“Wrong, it’s just a belated rebellious period for a poet who was tricked by fate.” Hesiod stood up from the stone bench with a smile and looked at the magnificent mountain road in the distance.
“Time is up.”
He muttered softly, and the surrounding environment changed suddenly. Chiron on the side watched this scene silently, watching Hesiod disappear in front of him.
Above the magnificent and wide lake, a gray-haired old man with a goatee crossed his knees on the water, staring at the sky indifferently.
At this time, Hesiod, holding the divine spectrum, walked out of the circles of ripples and stood on the swaying water.
“It’s time, let’s start.” The god sitting on the lake didn’t look back, just indifferently ordered.
“Yes!” Hesiod lowered his head, and with a calm but frenzied expression, Hesiod spread out the parchment in his hand, and poured divine power into it.
A buzzing sound.
A ripple spread from Hesiod as the starting point, and then continued to spread in all directions, like a spider web being weaved, constantly spreading, constantly going deep into the void, touching the root of the law and principle.
A beam of light that penetrated the sky appeared in Hesiod’s eyes. The poet’s brows were blue and bloodshot, and his whole body swelled like a balloon that was stuffed with too much air.
Afterwards, the poet struggled to control the pitch and sang, as if reciting a great poem:
“The first one was indeed Chaos (chaos), and the second one was Caia, the earth with a broad chest…”
The humming sound, the earthTurbulent in the poem, as if breathing, a slight humming sounded, as if responding to the poem.
“The dead heroes turned into stars, spreading eternal brilliance to the world.”
Wow! The stars in the sky are shining, and the eighty-eight constellations will spread their brilliance to the world and every corner of the garden.
“That brilliance is a beast, a symbol of dominance, an incarnation of stars, and a gathering of jurisprudence.”
Columns of light descended from the sky, and within the beams of light, a low-pitched beast roar echoed between the heavens and the earth.
Hesiod’s hair gradually turned as white as snow, there were many old man’s wrinkles between his eyebrows and eyes, and thick age spots appeared on his firm skin. Like a candle.
He squinted his eyes, looked at Chronos above the lake, raised the corner of his mouth, slowly opened his mouth, and said silently:
“The great and lofty king of the gods, fear your son, fear your young son, he will take your life, devour your flesh and blood, and knock your soul down into the boundless abyss…”
After muttering, the decrepit Hesiod leaned back, thumped, and fell into the lake.
The old man with the goatee, who was cross-legged on the lake, ignored this, and instead said with a chuckle:
“It’s about to start, the war of the stars!!”