Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 933 - 383 Records

Chapter 933: Chapter 383 Records

“What is this?”

The crystal-clear leaf shimmered under the sunlight, radiating waves of emerald twinkles.

Just being bathed in this light, Hermes felt a rush of vibrant life force surge through his heart.

Leaves of the Golden Apple Tree? Impossible.

Although Hermes had not seen a Golden Apple in this real world, he had seen the Mother Earth’s Divine Tree more than once in the original Fantasy World.

It was the Ancestor of all plants begotten by Chaos, its power truly extraordinary, yet the vitality exhibited by the Golden Apple Tree paled in comparison to what lay before him now.

This was not just a quantitative difference, but a qualitative one.

“This is the [Nodahill Leaf], Mr. Hermes, of course, you haven’t seen it, because it doesn’t belong to the Mortal Realm.”

“The great Serpent of the Central Court implanted the Divine Tree that spans the Nine Hells into soil laden with sin. It purified the chaotic and defiled blood and ultimately blossomed flowers brimming with Wisdom.”

“And this, the leaf of the Divine Tree, it carries the strength of my lord.”

“With its aid, even the Divine Artifact of the Fates is not so indestructible.”

He had been smiling a moment ago, but his expression turned devout and fervent in the next.

Aside from making minor modifications to the origin of the leaf, Laine acted like a true Believer.

Of course, strictly speaking, he hadn’t deceived anyone, as the Divine Tree Nodahill truly was a derivative of the strength of Yggdrasil; from a botanical standpoint, it was alright to consider them the same.

And at this moment within this leaf was one of the Serpent of the Central Court’s Demon Fires capable of annihilating everything.

The power of the flame originated from the shattered Muspelheim, its vessel a wisp of the Undying Bright Flame from Odin’s Treasury.

As a relic of the old world that persisted into the new, it innately contained a hint of the concept of Destruction and Rebirth.

The Serpent of the Central Court then integrated them with its own strength, eventually bestowing it with the might to burn the heavens.

Hermes might not have known its origins, but when Laine gently stirred the leaf, strands of aura began to diffuse from it.

Clearly, the already unstable Gate of Starlight began to shake violently, even the falling black droplets seemed to slow by a fraction.

“…”

“…”

“Mr. Aiven, please allow me to offer my utmost respect to the great Serpent of the Central Court… but forgive my boldness, as a Spellcaster, I do not mean to offer devotion to that Deity…”

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Barely maintaining his composure, a storm of emotions churned within Hermes.

He was somewhat aware of the existence of the Serpent of the Central Court.

Over the centuries, Great Alchemists had encountered certain beings claiming to be Demons, and out of curiosity and a desire for exploration, he had cautiously interacted with them.

They were Transcendent beings by nature, their veins coursing with Darkness and Sin.

What shocked Hermes at that time was these Demons claiming they came from a world called Hell, distinct from the Mortal Realm of Chaos.

There, existed two beings as powerful as the God-King of the current world. The Great Alchemist had his doubts, but the unrest in the Underworld a decade ago undoubtedly confirmed the content of those Demon’s words.

However, unlike others, Hermes had a different view of that war.

Perhaps because he had once Travelled between the realms of reality and fantasy, he had quite a few insights into the workings of interface powers.

Zeus had been at a disadvantage in that clash, but this didn’t necessarily imply a true disparity in strength between them.

If it were under the aegis of powers of the current world, perhaps the outcome of their struggle might be reversed… However, at this moment, looking at the leaf before him, Hermes instantly overturned his past suspicions.

If this were some kind of Divine Artifact, it wouldn’t prove anything.

But a leaf brimming with the essence of life must stem from a Divine Tree of equivalent strength.

Feeling that grand and profound force, cold sweat trickled down Hermes’ back.

Great Divine Power, he had witnessed it before.

But a Divine Tree at the level of Great Divine Power, he truly saw for the first time.

And such a Divine Tree existing unnoticed was beyond Hermes’ wildest imaginations.

At this moment, he felt he had really come to the wrong place.

“Cough cough… Mr. Aiven.”

“I just remembered, in fact, I do have a way to solve my own little problem.”

Taking a cautious step back, Hermes cautiously explained.

He wanted to resolve the trouble brought upon him by the Fates, but that did not include putting himself into even greater trouble.

While harboring thoughts of retreat, the Great Alchemist tried to leave.

However, at the moment he stepped back, the jade-like leaf likewise moved forward a step, still floating steadily in front of Hermes.

“It’s fine, Mr. Hermes.”

“The great Serpent of the Central Court is the Lord of Hell. Although it also possesses countless believers, where incomprehensible numbers of lives worship its existence, it cares more about a person’s ability than faith.”

“Indeed, even without uttering a single prayer, as long as one can perfectly execute my lord’s will, they are the Saints blessed by its will.”

His smile remained, seemingly unaware of Hermes’ retreat.

Laine opened his hands, warmly facing this exceptionally gifted Great Alchemist.

It must be said that often the assessments of later generations are credible.

And the legends about Hermes certainly do not fall short of those about Zeus.

“Mr. Hermes, no need to demur.”

“Perhaps you have a very good solution, but since you have my lord’s assistance, why bother yourself?”

“In fact, the great Serpent of the Central Court has long taken notice of your extraordinary talents.”

“Now that you have come to seek it out personally, how is this not a link of destiny?”

“…”

A connection of destiny?

What nonsensical connection!

I have a Fate suppressed in my own hands now, you suppressed a Fate in the past, and who knows, maybe a third one is bound to fall by your hand in the future.

And now you talk to me about the connections of destiny, what kind of divine era joke is this.

However, ridiculous as he found the reasoning, at this very moment, Hermes could not bring himself to utter a word of refusal.

As a believer in a god, even though the person before him declared that the Serpent of the Central Court did not care about faith, Hermes wouldn’t really dare believe it.

After all, it was impossible for the other party to falsify the Deity he believed in.

“”

Thus, when Laine said he had long been observed by the Ancient Serpent of the Central Court, it was probably a true occurrence.

Damn it… A Great Divine Power, one not even of the Mortal Realm, how did it come to notice him, a mere little Spellcaster dwelling in Athens…

Hermes couldn’t understand, but he had to accept the reality.

Because right before his eyes, that dazzling Divine Leaf was radiating a blinding brilliance.

The aura it released became clearer and clearer.

This was an invitation, as well as a threat.

If Hermes accepted, then this would be a meeting gift from the Lord of Hell to him.

But if he declined, then perhaps it would become the punishment that destroys him.

No one can refuse the personal attention of the great, not even the most capable mortals.

It was the case with Pandora before Gaia, and now Hermes is in the same position.

“…Since it is so, then there could be nothing better.”

“I thank the great Lord of Hell for valuing me, and I will definitely not fail His assistance to me in the future.”

Taking a deep breath, his smile somewhat forced, Hermes accepted the Yuktrahil Leaf.

The situation being what it is, regret is already useless.

Perhaps from the day he arrived here from the Fantasy World, it was destined that he would face these troubles.

The Fates, God-King Zeus, or some other existence.

And that deity of world ending who shattered the Fantasy World and showed him a glimpse of Alchemy…

Grasping the Divine Leaf, looking at the figure before him, Hermes suppressed the urge to strike out with his fist.

He was still too weak. If the Gate of Truth had already come into existence, he would never be so passive.

So, since he must accept others’ ‘kind intentions’, then he must strive to restore his divine strength as quickly as possible.

Even if that would still be insignificant before the great ones, at least it would afford him some room to maneuver.

“Mr. Aiven, regarding the use of this Divine Leaf, I have some questions that need your guidance.”

Quickly regaining his composure, Hermes immediately sought advice.

Now that he had the assistance of Great Divine Power, he definitely needed to create an artifact rare in this world.

It would be a monument in the field of Alchemy, as well as an indispensable part of his future Gate of Truth.

And thinking back… didn’t you say the Serpent of the Central Court only cares about strength? Very well.

You don’t want to let me leave today, so I hope by the day I become a god, you better have become a deity as well.

…

Hõng——

At the heart of the island, the crater of an unnamed volcano.

Floating midair, looking at the undying flame gradually rising from the molten lava, Hermes took out the materials he had prepared in advance.

Lachesis’ Divine Artifact, the Stone Ruler of Fate.

The embryo of the Gate of Truth, and the Fates locked within it, sealed away.

Containing the strong vitality and the light of wisdom, not inferior to the Life Origin Liquid, the Yuktrahil Leaf.

And the memory extracted by Hermes himself, from his own past.

As perhaps the only living being from the Fantasy World that survived, Hermes had discovered early on that his memory also contained a special power.

As if that world that had been destroyed still lingered within him, continuing in some way.

About this, Hermes had some conjectures.

Within his powers, for the real world, matter, energy, information and everything else are interconvertible.

His memories might seem only a thing of the past, but perhaps they carry the power after its demise.

However, the Fantasy World is, after all, fantasy. Such transmutation is extremely limited, so the ‘inheritance’ he carries may not be much.

Like the ocean and the vapor above it, the difference between the two is as vast as the sky from the abyss.

Gently shaking his head, regardless of the truth, Hermes thought no more of it.

The Gate of Starlight was now battered and riddled with holes, and had the Demon Fire not risen from the volcano, it might have already shattered.

Now is the most fitting time.

With a gesture, the artifact that still appeared as a cane plummeted into the profound maw of the volcano.

Flames licked its shaft, and almost visibly to the eye, the artifact began to revert to its true form.

Scars of time, arcane symbols, twilight began to ripple across the deep grey ruler.

It seemed to sense its current peril, instinctively trying to escape from here.

But before the raging Demon Fire, all efforts were in vain.

The indomitable shell began to soften, black mist steaming off the grey stone.

The backlash borne with its master gradually left the artifact, drifting towards the Gate of Starlight.

Milky liquids rolled continuously over its body, the true origin of the artifact was unbreakable.

Luckily, Hermes didn’t intend to smash it. He just wanted to turn it into the foundation of his creation.

The mind concentrated, the Great Alchemist felt his state today was unprecedentedly good.

The changes in material properties surged through his mind, inspiration bursting every moment.

Not until the Sun was about to fall to the west, and the Moon just rising, did Hermes begin to move his spiritual hand.

Day and night intersected, up and down reversed.

He would create a spectacle unlike any before.

…

In the center of Navarin Island, seven days and nights hurried by.

The Runes he had casually laid out shielded the surroundings, making it hard for nearby mortals to detect the commotion he was creating.

Above the volcano’s mouth, the materials previously spread out had long since vanished.

What remained there was only a massive black forge.