Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 609 - 194: Problems and Bad Guests

Under the clear sky, the flow of people was constantly pouring into the Acropolis Convention Center.

This newly constructed building leaned against the Mountain, with dozens of corridors descending from above, hundreds of rows of seats, and even some skywalks that obviously defy the laws of mechanics.

From the very beginning of its design, it was required to accommodate at least one hundred and fifty thousand people simultaneously, which even surpassed the population of some remote small cities.

The ingenious design also allowed this vast area to have good ventilation and visibility; when the Alchemy Pattern was activated, even the audience at the very edge would not be disturbed by the booming voices, clearly hearing the sounds from the floating stage in the center of the venue.

This was undoubtedly an architecture that most countries of the world could not construct, even if they exhausted their wealth—the challenge was not just a matter of money, but also a gap in technology.

Many guests from All Countries were shocked, considering that less than half a year had passed since the decision to construct this building.

Even in later generations, erecting a building like this out of thin air in a matter of months would be a difficult feat; in this era, it was nothing short of a man-made Divine Miracle.

"I heard that during the construction of the Acropolis Convention Center, no Legendary Grand Sorceress was involved and the building was largely completed by ordinary Spellcasters and craftsmen?"

Sitting in the player’s seat ahead of time, Odysseus turned to the Priest who had guided him here and asked.

"Yes, although more than one interested Grand Sorceress actively offered help, His Majesty declined their kind offers."

"Volunteering... I see."

Odysseus knew exactly what was going on as he curved the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Yes, not."

Nodding, the middle-aged Priest maintained a gentle demeanor.

"The Goddess is a symbol of Wisdom, and whether it is the art of skill or the art of war, they are just extensions of the domain of Wisdom. Prince, have you ever found any existence that can truly elevate a person’s fundamental Wisdom?"

Wisdom, not intelligence, not memory or comprehension—Odysseus felt like he was beginning to understand the Priest’s point at this moment.

True Wisdom had indeed never been infringed upon by Humans; on the contrary, all their achievements were proving the importance of Wisdom.

’But then again, can Athena truly elevate the most fundamental wisdom of a Life?’ Odysseus thought, but he clearly wouldn’t voice such a sacrilegious question, and besides, how one’s true Wisdom could be measured was indeed a difficult question to answer.

Much of what most people could see was merely the manifestation of experience, personality, memory, and knowledge... If all these were added together, it’s uncertain if that would be the true Wisdom.

Odysseus didn’t know; his sudden contemplation of these questions didn’t stem from suddenly becoming a philosopher but rather from being struck by Andrea’s previous defeats.

After several losses, he didn’t stop seeking others for games, even figuring out several supposedly foolproof opening moves, but those were nothing more than rote memorization.

Using exhaustive methods to solve a problem, listing all possible options, eventually finding that one side did indeed have a surefire strategy, but he knew the strategy without understanding the rationale.

Even though afterwards in facing other opponents, Odysseus achieved more than one victory using eloquence and quick wits, regaining some confidence, it inevitably made him question his own Wisdom.

Proud of his own stratagems, he once sought to solve the riddle of the Sphinx, but he never achieved a result. Now, he felt perhaps he was too confident; there were always things in the vast world unknown to him.