Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 755 - 269 The ’War God’ of Falling Star Lake

Transformed into an intangible breeze, the Wind Gods stirred a tempest in the sky.

He would appear before the youth as a composite deity and then arrange trials and tribulations for him.

Zeus didn’t particularly care about the earlier aspects; he allowed Zephyrus to make the arrangements as long as they could refine Heracles’s wit and martial strength.

In this world, strength was indispensable, while wit was the tool to overcome the mighty with the weak.

On the Mortal World, Zeus was not worried about Heracles’s safety, but the tasks he wanted him to accomplish would not only take place in the Mortal Realm.

"Three realms."

"The Abyss, the Underworld, and the legendary depths of the Spirit Realm."

"Explore what I seek, Heracles... I hope you do not disappoint me."

Years earlier, before Zeus had entrusted such expectations to Heracles, he had once again visited Mount Nysa to consult The Three Fates.

Although they were reluctant to reveal the course of destiny, faced with the Divine King’s inquiry, they eventually made a slight compromise.

They tried to peer into the river of fate, cautiously allowing Zeus the opportunity to ask his question, but destiny would only provide ’yes’ or ’no’ answers.@@@@

Thus, Zeus obtained what he wanted—the strongest demigod in the Mortal World for the next thirty years would achieve feats that would astonish all divine beings and, ultimately, he would even claim the eternal laurel.

The strongest demigod... Having witnessed Heracles’s power, Zeus felt no other mortal could compare, so his confidence grew even stronger.

After all, he had personally experienced how terrifying the favor of destiny could be, a fact all previous Divine Kings knew well.

Before this power, not even the Primordial Deities stood a chance.

"So you mean... teacher, according to you, the War God isn’t invincible and the Goddess of Beauty isn’t the most beautiful in the world?"

Southeast Continent, at the edge of Falling Star Lake outside Silver Moon City.

A young man, tall and handsome, casually strolled by the lake with a spear in hand. Beside him, a being, half-man-half-horse and several times his size, accompanied him.

The Centaur had a longbow slung over him, his eyes occasionally reflecting a wisdom borne from years.

Perhaps a coincidence, perhaps fate indeed preferred to have significant events occur on the same day. Reflecting on the news he had just received, the Centaur continued listening to his student’s inquiry.

"If that’s true, then what do the gods rely on to wield authority? If they cannot achieve perfection in their domains, how do they deserve eternal life?"

"Because they are gods, and gods are born noble."

Calmly responded Chiron, his tone unhurried.

"This is not mere rhetoric, nor stubborn and decayed thought, nor blind adoration—Achilles, this is reality."

"The reality is gods are born as gods, just as you were born destined to roam the Mortal World. No one questions this, for it is not only meaningless, but it changes nothing."

"What, then this world is truly unfair."

"And I remember, doesn’t the church of Silver Moon City say there is only one God? If so, they too aren’t inherently noble deities."

Shaking his head, the young man knew his teacher was correct, yet he still didn’t want to accept these ’correct’ notions. Find more to read on novelhall.Côm

The capable ascend, the mediocre descend; those with power should possess more. If the War God cannot achieve victory in all his battles, he might as well abdicate in favor of the capable.

"Heh, Achilles, you know well that’s just a name."