Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

The Sun was setting in the west, people were gradually returning to their homes, Ossen and Momon also stepped out of The Temple dedicated to King Zeus.

Having heard that the Divine King was about to wed the Heavenly Empress, Bronze Humanity had prepared even richer Sacrifices. Likewise, out of respect for Zeus, the deities had generously granted more blessings.

But just like every time in the past, the two Priests easily deceived the divinity left by the King of the Gods and then kept the Sacrifices for themselves.

As they shut the heavy doors of The Temple, the afterglow of the setting Sun cast a resplendent and solemn glow on the earth. But they didn’t spare it a glance, turning instead to walk toward their own houses, casually discussing their ‘work’ for the next day.

“Same old plan, we each take a little bit and give back the rest with some made-up excuse,” one said.

“Speaking of which, watching the others express their gratitude can be quite amusing. It’s just that recently, everyone seems to have gotten used to us ‘acting for the gods’ in distributing supplies, and their reactions have become much less enthusiastic.”

Walking along the road, Ossen remarked nonchalantly. He didn’t have much desire to take more of the offerings, not because he was particularly noble, but simply because it was unnecessary.

In this age, Humans had no women, and thus no families. Though private property existed, there was no concept of inheritance.

Even Commerce was still at the primitive stage of bartering, given there was an absolutely incorruptible creator above them. The need for private possessions was minimal. Should hardships arise, solutions would naturally appear; there was no need to hoard or save anything.

Therefore, aside from keeping some quality food to satisfy their own desires, the two Priests didn’t have much else to covet.

“Alright, then it’s the same plan.”

“By the way, I feel like the deities of Mount Olympus have been paying less and less attention to us lately.”

Momon replied offhandedly.

He had a reason for saying this; as a Priest, Momon could always feel the watchful presence of the deity’s mind during the sacrifices. But lately, he noticed that occasionally the deity would overlook or just glance and end the observation.

“That’s normal, after all, even gods can get impatient. Besides, isn’t the Divine King busy with his wedding festivities? He’s probably not too interested in us right now.”

“If I were a god, I wouldn’t want to watch ‘ants’ making offerings to me all day, either. It’s fine once in a while, but it gets boring with frequency.”

Although he referred to themselves as ‘ants,’ Ossen seemed quite cheerful, his tone lacking much reverence. If ordinary Bronze Humanity still believed in gods, these Priests, in recent years, had become increasingly irreverent towards the deities.

In fact, they had even begun to feel a vague sense of superiority, after all, compared to the other Humans who knew nothing, they were so much closer to the truth.

“Too bad, as Humans, we don’t possess the great powers like the gods do, that must be the only real difference between gods and Humans,” Ossen shook his head, feeling somewhat envious.

To soar through The Sky, to command nature—he also wanted to experience that, but alas, such things were exclusive to gods.

“What about death?”

Momon had a different opinion:

“The creator once said, besides power, there is another difference between mortals and gods: mortals age and die, although I still don’t understand what aging is.”

Momon had, of course, seen death, but it was the death of beasts. Clearly, the Humans of this era rarely empathized with their food.

“Who knows? The creator mentioned that the Golden Humanity devotedly worshipped the gods, so they ascended to heaven after death; Silver Humanity arrogantly scorned the gods, so their existence was erased. But I think, no matter how devout Golden Humanity could have been, they probably weren’t as ‘devout’ as me.”

With a dismissive snort, Ossen said:

“My ‘devotion’ goes as far as I want it to go.”

“By that logic, not only could I ascend to heaven, but the Sun and Moon might have to spare a place for me, too.”

“Hahaha… that’s hilarious~”

“Who’s there!”

“Who’s there!”

Their expressions changed dramatically; despite their braggadocio, Ossen and Momon were well aware of the terrifying nature of gods.

Without discussing anything else, their creator Prometheus claimed to have only average strength among the deities, yet still possessed power beyond the reach of Bronze Humanity. And that was without even using Divine Power.

If the actions of the two were known to the deities, what would happen to Humanity and the creator was beyond their knowledge, but their own fate would certainly be grim.

Yet after anxiously watching for a while, they saw no sign of anyone.

“What was that just now…?”

The two exchanged glances.

One person might hear wrong, but two people? Unlikely. But since they weren’t punished yet, it’s possible that what passed by wasn’t a deity.

According to the creator, right beside the Humans, across from the material world, existed a world inhabited by entities with ‘Spirituality’. Most of these beings lacked Wisdom, but a few could communicate.

And most importantly, those with Wisdom seemed not to be very friendly towards deities.

“Let’s go.”

With a sharp command, Momon led, and both headed to their respective homes, no longer daring to speak carelessly.

Whatever had been near them had frightened them to the core. Now, all they wanted was to return to their rooms and warm themselves by the Fire.