Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 633 - 211: Star Core and Drawing the Sword_2

"The export of alchemy products has faced resistance... Numerous churches have forcefully seized goods entering foreign lands, claiming these creations are prohibited. Even though the king has opened maritime routes, Silver Moon City itself doesn’t lack magic creations, and within the area covered by the Maze Lock, they don’t even use alchemy products. Given our current financial situation, even if we account for credit debts, we can only hold out for another half a year."

"...I understand, I’ll figure out the money issue, just continue with the acquisitions."

Without paying attention to the lengthy explanations, Hermes made a decision immediately.

In this era where gods and mortals coexist and money can buy transcendent materials, he wasn’t concerned about how much it cost. However, this time, Solomon, who never usually questioned Hermes’ requests, unexpectedly lifted his head and voiced a long-held doubt.

"Teacher, according to the ratio you choose, only extremely rare Star Cores are within our acquisition range. If we had a way to distinguish the differences among them—"

"You can’t do it." Shaking his head slightly, Hermes responded, "Only I can discern their differences."

"...I understand, teacher, I spoke out of turn."

Bowing to apologize, Hermes simply waved his hand, indicating no harm done.

Soon, the two discussed some recent affairs and solved problems Solomon encountered in experiments and meditation.

When everything was over, the young Solomon took one last look at his world-famous teacher before closing the metal door behind him upon leaving. Soon, only Hermes remained at the top of the tall tower.

As the slight clanging sound of the door echoed, Hermes no longer maintained his dignified demeanor. The former god of travel and theft, who had escaped from the Fantasy World, sighed slightly and leaned casually against the railing, scratching his head in annoyance.

"This progress is still too slow, what a nuisance, I’m still far from the minimal quantity I need..."

Strictly speaking, the pace of gathering was not slow, since Hermes knew full well that what he was collecting was not merely Star Cores, but something far more precious. Yet, people are never satisfied.

However, there’s currently no way to speed up the process. Mass acquisitions had already made some ignorant people clutch their purses, refusing to sell anymore.

Indeed, as Solomon said, if he possessed the ability to discern which Star Cores met the criteria, the entire collection process would be faster and more accurate. Yet Hermes knew well that saying he alone could distinguish these from ordinary Star Cores wasn’t due to any selfish cherishing of his secrets but because this wasn’t some special technique or magic, but a fundamental ability possessed by a god or former god.

A god can recognize another god; there’s nothing strange about that. This isn’t something that can be taught, at least not by Hermes right now.

"...If it really comes down to it, I might have to return to my old trade. If I don’t sort this out quickly, I really won’t feel secure."

"Hmm, Apollo now is the God of Sun, he should have a good quantity... Tsk, back then I stole his cattle, now it seems times have changed."

Curling his lip, the renowned God of Thieves thought of his exploits in the Fantasy World. Even as a baby, he had shown initiative by stealing sacrifices intended for Apollo, and now, it seemed his first job in the real world might again involve Apollo.

One might say they were fatefully linked, Hermes secretly decided, if he really went through with it, he would definitely leave a gift for Apollo.

To be fair, aside from the emotional issues common to the Chaotic Gods, Hermes quite admired him.

"That settles it, for safety."

Feigning encouragement, but Hermes meant this quite earnestly.

He did all this not because of any ambition, at least not up to this point—it was all just for safety. After all, ever since that great hand squashed the entire Fantasy World into a pie, he had been feeling somewhat insecure.

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At the Sea of Pontus Euxinus, the place Hermes had just been observing.

Boom——

With a thunderous roar, the figure of the Divine King had already vanished, leaving only the Golden Throne suspended in mid-air.

"Poseidon, what are you ranting about?" Experience new stories on NovelBin.Côm

With a worried expression, Hestia was already somewhat angry.

But facing the scolding of his elder sister, Poseidon, who had been somewhat silent at the wedding, was even angrier than she was.

"Ah, my sister, I followed your arrangements and advice, overlooking Zeus’s breach of his own promise, and came to the sea to arrange the wedding—I think I have been restrained enough. But I never knew that my friends had found other suitors long ago and only I knew nothing!"

"What, shouldn’t I have let Zeus learn about that strange and powerful deity? Or do you mean to say that you would only be satisfied if another disaster like Typhon acted out at sea?!"

"I——"

At a loss for words, Hestia knew that neither side was wrong; the issue was merely the occasion and standpoint.

For Poseidon, he didn’t have an entire Divine System to support him like Zeus did; his only followers were the Primordial Sea God lineage that had gathered around him since the change of eras.

Zeus’s forceful interference in the marriage of Thetis due to the prophecy had already made Poseidon wary; he felt that the Divine King had finally set his sights on the power of the sea, so at the previous wedding, he had remained silent the whole time, allowing the weary Sea Empress Amphitrite to participate in the conflict over the Golden Apple.

Now it seemed he had thought too simply, Zeus hadn’t had the chance to do anything, and it turned out that the Primordial Sea God lineage had already secretly contacted other existences.

From the standpoint of the Divine Court, this really wasn’t a principle issue; the Goddess of Life as the Principal God had once been a follower of the Lord of Darkness. But for Poseidon, this was decidedly intolerable.

So he wanted Zeus to resolve this issue, in front of all the gods, and indeed Zeus did go. But in Hestia’s eyes, the Divine King should not be leaving at this very moment.

And just as she thought, the next moment, Heavenly Empress Hera let out a cold laugh. She was not concerned about Poseidon or Zeus in the slightest, but instead stretched her hand into the void, and [Arrows of Thunder] appeared direcly in her grasp.

As the Heavenly Empress who shared power, she was one of only two deities who could summon this Divine Artifact. And with the artifact in hand, feeling the immense power, Hera fiercely hurled it forward.

[Arrows of Thunder] shot through the air, pointing directly at Artemis and Keto.

The latter’s power was far less than Hera’s, and having lost some of the Lord of the Nine Hells’ strength residing in her, Keto was also unlikely to block this strike.

The recent choice regarding the Golden Apple seemed to have turned into waste paper, Hera’s actions undeniably proved that she intended to resolve the issue through force. The trajectory of the Divine Artifact reflected in the eyes of Goddess Artemis who knew she was no match, yet she still clenched her teeth slightly, drawing bow and readying arrow.

And then, the next moment, the only shield in the world that could counteract Thunder, was placed between them.