Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 632 - 211: Star Core and Drawing the Sword

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Upon the sea of Pontus Euxinus, thunder exploded.

Dense clouds amassed, and fierce winds ravaged the ocean surface. The few passing ships were shattered in an instant, reduced to a trivial speck of dust within the storm.

With the sea bed earthquake came a roar akin to a Titan’s bellow, echoing over the open sea.

"Zeus, what are you waiting for? Aren’t you the Divine King?"

Boom, boom, boom—

Whoosh—

The thunder exploded, and the rain poured down in torrents.

The previously cloudless Pontus Euxinus, thanks to the gathering of all gods, turned turbulent and tempestuous in an instant, reflecting the mood of Zeus.

The next moment, a silver serpent streaked across the clouds, striking from the sky toward the vast ocean.

It seemed to be chasing something, plummeting downward without a moment’s hesitation.

Gaia is the earth; the sky opposes the earth, while the sea is the earth’s basin, and the mountain is the earth’s prominence. Thus, the mountain peaks can support the sky, and the bottom of the sea connects with the mainland to the Netherworld.

Standing atop a tall spire outside the City of Athens, Hermes could almost be certain that the Divine King had probably entered the Underworld when he saw lightning strike the sea bed through his binoculars.

He did not know what had transpired there, but seeing this scene, Hermes could largely guess what was about to happen.

"Heh—just as I thought, not a bit different,"

"I knew it, that shepherd Paris was completely useless."

Taking a long breath out, Hermes, the ’Reincarnator’ in question, moved his eyes away from one end of the binoculars and caressed the observation tool he had created.

It seemed to adhere to physical structure and curvature, its form not out of place, for as the pioneer and promulgator of alchemy in this world, Hermes naturally understood the principles of lenses.

But this device, which looks like a telescope, functions like a telescope, and has a structure similar to that of a telescope, in reality, does not magnify distant objects—or rather, it’s not something that operates on optical principles.

It should rather be called the satellite navigation system of the mythic age, and this telescope-like contraption is the device for transmitting and receiving signals.

The Star Core, which fell from a fallen star, is polished into lenses that, under the influence of mysticism, connect with the stars in the sky. Hence, starlight becomes Hermes’ eyes and ears, allowing him to see beyond the distant ocean.

This is why the gods always prefer to wrap themselves in their power for truly secret discussions in the Mythic World, because no one knows how many means there are to spy from a distance.

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"Let’s pack it up."

With a snap of his fingers, an invisible magical servant immediately came forward to collect the device as he spoke.

The sky above was covered with rolling clouds, as if the celestial phenomena from afar were affecting Athens. Of course, Hermes knew it was merely an illusion.

But none of these mattered anymore, for the outcome of the feast for the Golden Apple had been determined. Or rather, from the moment Zeus’s priest came to Athens to request a grand assembly, Hermes had already recognized the reality.

You see, long ago, he had found the handsome shepherd Paris based on his ’memory’ from the future and exerted various subtle influences on him. But even now, although Thetis’s wedding had met with an unexpected change, that mortal was still tending to his sheep.

No one paid attention to him, and none invited him to choose the owner of the Golden Apple. Perhaps he still had the chance to become the Prince of Troy in the future, but at least at this moment, he was still living in the pine forest of Mount Ida with his wife.

Thus, Hermes confirmed for the umpteenth time that his memories from the future were of little use, even though he had once personally experienced the Golden Apple incident, but none of the current events seemed to match it.

Fortunately, he had found a new direction, quite different from his former self.

Knock, knock, knock—

"Teacher, did you call for me?"

"Yes... Solomon, even though you’ve just returned from Mycenae, I’m somewhat impatient. How was your trip? How are the things I requested coming along?"

With a gentle wave of his hand, the door connecting to the top platform of the high tower opened responsively. Hermes was quite pleased as he looked at the apprentice who entered.

Dressed in a dark hooded robe and wearing the signature Alchemy Ring with the emblem of the Emerald Ring, here stood a young man exceptionally talented among mortals, who had been following him for many years.

Even the most excellent alchemist needs assistants, and Solomon had always been doing quite well in that role.

"Teacher, in the Royal Palace of Mycenae, I found another forty-nine Star Cores, but it requires your inspection to determine if they meet the requirements... The fifty-six that have been approved are all stored in the vault you asked for... We continue to collect Star Cores at high prices from various countries, and the aristocrats of Athens have always supported us,"

"However, due to your order to speed up our actions, we’ve significantly increased our purchase prices, resulting in recent expenditures far exceeding our budget... At this rate, if we continue, our funds will soon run out,"

The voice came from beneath the hood; the raven-haired, handsome young man spoke with a grave tone.

Without looking up, still gazing at the ground before his feet, Solomon brought up their current trouble.