Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality - Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Chapter 64: The Gift

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Near the Delphic Great Plains, the dwelling place of Mother Earth.

The brilliance gradually faded away, the miraculous signs of divine birth dissipated into the air, yet the changes occurring within Gaia had not stopped.

As Demeter came into the world, the power of Mother Earth, which had been slowly recovering to its former state, plummeted once more, and her forty-something appearance aged a few years again. From the outside, it seemed she had returned to how she looked thousands of years ago.

Her hair color became somewhat dry, her green skirt began to fade to yellow, and, expectedly, this time, it would not return to its original state.

After all, the vitality of all things is but a skirt draped over the earth, just as the secret shroud over Mother Night. Now that she had lost this part of her godhood, the chain reaction manifested first in the anthropomorphic image of the deity.

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At the same time, a part of Gaia’s divine status shattered once again. Compared to the Twin Gods of the Dark Night, she now possessed less than half of their remaining strength.

It must be known that at the dawn of creation, Gaia was actually the one with the most robust origin. She was the symbol of the world’s primordial matter, the cornerstone of all existence in the present world, but now, she retained only the part that belonged to the earth.

Bang!

Power rippled through the surroundings, and as the emotions of Mother Earth fluctuated, the strata began to resonate. Not far away, the Golden Humanity near the Oracle of Delphi was clueless as to the cause, left with no choice but to pray to the deities.

But Gaia paid no attention to them, her heart filled with a wrath that had nowhere to vent. She wanted to go to the Mount of the Gods to confront the Divine King, but she knew that this was not about Cronus.

Moreover, she no longer had the power to overwhelm him.

“Chaos, I regarded you as my father, yet you treat me this way.”

Among the deities of the present world, only she, from the moment of her birth, had continually been stripped of her powers. As one of the Primordial Gods, she felt as though she was a tool used by the world, endlessly nurturing new gods with her own flesh and blood.

She did not know why this was happening, perhaps it was because the laws of the world instinctively did not want too powerful a deity walking the earth, so as a fully personified Primordial God, she was naturally targeted.

Even though she had never exercised her powers recklessly since the day she was born, the world devoid of will did not care about this; It had no ‘character’ and therefore would not differentiate between deities.

Whether compliant or ambitious, it only looked at what you have done, and what you are capable of doing.

“Erebus was right, sometimes, I am just too indecisive.”

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“Maybe I should be more straightforward. I don’t need to think so much. As a Primordial God born with the world, as long as the world continues to exist, I don’t have anything to worry about.”

It was quite a while before Gaia calmed down, and she remembered the evaluation given to her by her brother, The Dark Overlord.

She could have intimidated Cronus into releasing the Titans from the Abyss when he was still weak, but instead, she chose to leave Mount Othrys alone and came to this plain, which at the time had no name.

“…Moanda.”

She softly called out to her servant, and Gaia reached out to catch a stream of golden light that flew from afar, landing in her palm…

A rich essence of life swirled around it, but sadly, for Gaia, it was of no use.

Even the remnants of her divine status made many things in this world ineffective against her, including what she held in her hand. It could repair a divine body, enhance divine power, but faced with the remnants of a Primordial God’s status, it was nothing more than an ordinary fruit.

“Your Highness, did you call for me?”

From the woods not far from Gaia, a figure appeared in response to her call. It was the foremost among the nymphs serving Mother Earth, who had been granted divinity by Gaia, thus achieving immortality.

“Moanda, I command you to set off for Mount of the Gods now,” Gaia slowly said as she looked in the direction of the mountain, “to congratulate the birth of the two new deities on my behalf, and take my gift there as well. But on your return, remember to have the God of Speech, Iapetus, come to see me.”

“However, make sure the Divine King knows nothing of this; you can do that, right?”

She intended to keep the Divine King’s attention elsewhere, letting him think she did not want to oppose him. Of course, that was indeed the case, Gaia was not adept at fighting, so she would not resort to force to solve problems.

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Fortunately, her brother had prepared everything for her long ago, and although he had his own agenda, Gaia did not care.

“I will, Your Highness,” a beautiful nymph fairy promised reverently from the side.

Although it was difficult, after all, speaking with a True God within the Divine King’s domain without being discovered was nearly impossible. But perhaps sensing the wrath of the Principal God, Moanda spoke no unnecessary words.

“Then you may go.”

With a nod, Gaia handed over the object to the nymph fairy and left her divine power upon her. This signified that she was protected by the earth and was an envoy recognized by Mother Earth.

After a slight bow, Moanda took the object and turned to depart. As a weak nymph, even with Mother Earth’s help, she needed to set off without delay.

Half a day later, Gaia’s initially fluctuating aura gradually stabilized as she gazed toward the Oracle of Delphi not far away, reaffirming her decision in her heart once again.

The lifespan of Golden Humanity was drawing to an end, yet Cronus feared the prophecy. Thus, despite the gods’ suggestions to create the next generation of life long ago, the Divine King still adamantly refused.

He issued an order that no god should create new life, or else it would be deemed an act of hostility against him. Various gods abandoned the idea, and Gaia also hesitated until today.

Erebus wanted to unveil the secrets of creation and then steal the power of the world? Then let him try.

It would be best if he hollowed out the current world so that He no longer had the ability to sway the direction of godhood.

Cronus did not wish for humans to be born? But she was determined to create Silver Humanity, to let him know as well, if you refuse to release the Titans from the Abyss, I will not make things easy for you either.

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Compared to her previous reservations, Gaia now only wanted to do something according to her own heart’s desire, no matter what it was.

Besides, perhaps it was because she had once briefly held the Oracle, or maybe it was a spontaneous warning from her remaining divine status, but she could faintly sense that in the not-too-distant future, new gods would come to split her power.

And without a surprise, these new gods would also come from Mount of the Gods.

“Be it the Divine King or the world, it’s all the same.”

Clenching her fist, she whispered softly, as if to encourage herself.

“Greed, willfulness, egocentrism, Chaos, Uranus, and now Cronus – they all care about themselves, no one has ever cared about me.”

“But if you do not wish to let me be at peace—”

“Then not one of you, not a single one, shall find peace!”