Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 514 - 149 The Missing Princess

The long winter ended, and all things began to grow.

Since the heavy snow had faded from the Mortal Realm, the world changed its appearance; the various changes that had ceased due to the shift in seasons seemed to resume their proper course.

Signs of life re-emerged outside the ruins that had been turned into wastelands by natural and man-made disasters, and the traces of mortal activities once again spread out towards the east and the south.

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Perhaps one day, they would reach the East Sea and encounter those who were once of the same origin but had been taken to the seas, viewing them as foreign visitors.

No matter from which perspective, the current Chaos World greatly differs from the Greece of later generations. The disparity exists not only in the loss of culture and legend but also geographically.

After all, by comparing maps, one can find that the later Greek peninsula is a landmass extending from northwest to southeast, jutting deeply into the Mediterranean Sea as the southernmost part of the Balkan Peninsula. Constantinople, built between the Black Sea and the Mediterranean Sea, lies beside it, and the peninsula itself is interspersed with straits and rivers.

This is a location in mythological records where water was more abundant than land because many of the legendary stories didn’t occur on this peninsula at all. For example, the Caucasus Mountains in The East, which were originally a place of Prometheus’s imprisonment, are actually the territories of later Russia, separated from Athens by several distances of Greece.

At the junction of the Eurasian Continent, the famous Strait of Gibraltar is topped with a massive rock known as the ’Pillars of Hercules.’ This was also considered the end of the western world to the Greeks, a place where Heracles once arrived during his twelve labors.

And most crucially, no matter how one looks at it, this disappearance doesn’t seem like a natural event but appears to be premeditated by some intelligent life.

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Crack—

The ’exquisite’ pottery shattered into pieces on the ground as Agenor stood expressionlessly in the palace within his royal residence.

In front of him stood three valiant young men with their heads bowed in silence. They understood why their father was angry; in fact, even their own hearts were filled with anxiety.

Not long earlier, one summer afternoon, the princess Europa, who had been playing with friends by the seaside, was carried away by a wild bull under the watchful eyes of many.

The princess had only mounted its back—this beautiful and gentle bull was indeed charming—and then it bolted.

It ran faster than a flying horse, treating the sea surface as stable as the land. In the blink of an eye, the princess’s figure vanished over the western sea, leaving behind agitated companions who then frantically reported everything to the king of Phoenicia.

The king’s fury knew no bounds, for he and Queen Telephassa had three sons but only one daughter. Europa’s beauty was unsurpassed in the kingdom; she was lauded as a girl kissed by the Goddess of Beauty. But now she had vanished so mysteriously.