Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Just in time, the Goddess of Law seems to be busy with something recently, and by the time she returns, humans will probably be extinct. In the context of corpses scattered across the earth, presenting such a suggestion would undoubtedly gain support.

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On this day, aside from the Divine King on Mount Olympus, many others noticed the change.

When Pandora opened the jar, the gods of the Underworld were permitted, and they began to use their inherent divine authority to affect the mortal world.

Even without involving transcendent powers, these natural shifts were sufficient to bring about catastrophe for humanity, but on this tranquil evening, all mortals were still unaware of what had happened.

Disease had begun to spread, and the outline of calamities started to ferment, yet it would be a long time before their eruption. In the deep night, everything appeared silent and still, with only a very few beings in the human-occupied regions able to detect these subtle changes on the level of the Law.

Standing at the core of Aurora, Mephisto looked apprehensively at the burning Sacred Fire. Having once been human, he thought he could approach this flame, even draw some from it like other humans, but that was not the case.

As he tried to draw near, a sense of crisis from deep within his soul made Mephisto involuntarily stop in his tracks. He was certain that if he moved forward, the Sacred Fire was likely to burn from reality towards his own spirit, turning him into ashes inside and out.

After the fruitless attempt, the devil had no choice but to find a place far from the Sacred Fire, to use its aura to mask his presence, and then somewhat indulgently admired this rare ‘grand view.’

Everything was as he had anticipated. Prometheus doomed himself, humanity was about to face retribution, and hundreds of mortal elites had consumed his blood, preparing the events he had long arranged.

They sketched runes, carved stone scriptures, and built altars with materials brought by the devil. Mortals would not understand what they were doing, but only Mephisto knew—this was a special ritual that would serve its purpose at the right time.

With this ritual, after this operation was over, he would likely face the wrath of gods from the Spirit Realm as well as those from Mount Olympus, for, according to the Lord of the Nine Hells, this ritual could very well touch some rather sensitive divine nerves.

“Heh, it doesn’t matter; someone will take care of them for me,” Mephisto chuckled, thinking of the news he had secretly let slip and that ‘naive’ God of Sleep.

The former would be enough to give Olympus something to deal with, making them too preoccupied to intervene. The latter was waiting for him to lure away the gods of the Spirit Realm so he could achieve his ‘patricide,’ but Mephisto was equally looking forward to some activity from him on that day, so the gods of the Spirit Realm wouldn’t keep chasing after him.

If that god named Hypnos truly succeeded, it would be a win-win deal. But for the devil who knew the truth, he only hoped to finish his tasks early on that day and find time to see how that fellow would die.

“And you… what will you do then?” Mephisto murmured, looking toward the east of the city, feeling the presence that was hard to ignore.

Cohen, the human, was the only unplanned factor in his scheme. He appeared without any warning, as if a human had just emerged out of nowhere, and it was unknown how he possessed that power.

However, thankfully, through years of probing, the devil had gradually discovered that Cohen seemed to be grappling with some puzzling issue, which reduced his desire to interfere with the outside world.

Although he didn’t know what Cohen was thinking, such a state, the longer it lasted, the better.

“Let it be, it’s best to keep it up indefinitely. The unknown is truly bothersome… and that guy I met by accident, I don’t know what that strange puppet is, but fortunately, its power is weak, and it can’t affect much. I’ll just avoid it,” he resolved.

Being ninety miles into a hundred-mile journey, the Chaos World did not have this proverb, but Mephisto still seriously recalled all the past events one by one until he was sure there were no issues before he could relax.

After completing this operation, he could return to the Nine Hells for a visit and claim part of the rewards due to him. At least in terms of being a boss, the Lord of the Nine Hells was quite trustworthy.

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In the Spirit Realm, on Mount Sinai.

In the mortal world’s opposite side, in the Spirit Realm that almost covered most places of the entire world, Laine sat in the main seat of the Temple of Lops.

The seasons outside had not changed many times, but in this distorted space-time, a long time had already passed. At some point, the remaining shaft of Gungnir in Laine’s hands had been split again, becoming three sections, two short and one long.

The shorter two sections contained opposing powers, but they shared the remainder of the Divine Artifact’s ‘Gungnir’ name and fate. They had lost their vitality because the little remaining power had concentrated into the middle section, which also exclusively possessed the power of the [Oath] remaining in the Divine Artifact.

Chaos’s [Oath] originally belonged to the world, but during the second era, it was bestowed upon the Styx River, and thus Styx came into existence. As long as gods swore oaths to the river in the world, they would slightly enhance Styx’s power, and if a god broke the oath, after enacting the punishment, the goddess’s power would significantly increase.