Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

The two hurried away, yet what they didn’t know was that at the very spot where they had been standing, two goddesses, their figures hidden, were watching their every move.

They had come to witness the so-called “Wisdom” of humans, but now that they had seen it, they found it rather laughable.

“Selene, aren’t you going to punish them? Those two just tried to steal your Moon~”

In her familiar red dress, Hecate teased with a sly smile. She reached out and poked the cheek of the moon goddess.

“Aren’t you afraid? I’m about to die laughing~”

“Now isn’t it your Moon—”

Pouting, Selene knocked away Hecate’s hand, slightly offended.

Next to her, Hecate knew why the other was unhappy. Under the guidance of the stone tablets, she had established a high tower on the Moon as a residence for the two of them, different from the palaces of other gods, where they could study witchcraft. Selene actually liked it quite a bit, but the problem was that there were others there now.

Although the moon goddess didn’t discriminate against centaurs, she didn’t really like them either. Or perhaps, in her little world, she didn’t like any presence that wasn’t very familiar.

“Ah, if it wasn’t for teaching that foolish fellow, I wouldn’t have brought him along. Just wait a bit more. After I’ve taught him everything he needs to know, I’ll let him take over the teaching of witchcraft.”

“According to the stone tablets, when witchcraft is integrated into humanity, I too can thereby gain ‘Faith,’ but I feel it’s just so-so.”

“If all humans were like those two, then I’d rather not have such faith.”

Waving her hand, Hecate’s thoughts returned to those two humans from before.

“Hmm—, Bronze Humanity is indeed more interesting than Golden Humanity; they even dared to trick Golden Mane. That was unexpected.”

“I just don’t know what kind of punishment they’ll receive in the end?”

Though saying ‘interesting,’ the moon goddess could tell that, in her friend’s heart, these Bronze humans counted for very little; she was just watching the spectacle for fun.

Indeed, Selene didn’t think the humans’ cunning would last very long. The gods had not noticed them yet, simply because the faith provided by mortals had not yet diminished, nothing else.

But this wouldn’t go on forever. Mortals, compared to gods, were much too weak. Just one small accident and their secrets could be exposed before all the gods.

It was a mystery why Prometheus, known for his Wisdom, would do this; in the moon goddess’s opinion, such actions were quite foolish.

And, while she wasn’t particularly versed in faith either, Selene had a hunch that humans might not remain devout if such ‘blessings’ continued for too long.

Just like herself—initially, every witchcraft she learned made her happy for a long time, but now it had become routine. Once humans ‘got used’ to the gods’ blessings, they might feel the same.

“Forget it, let’s not bother with them.”

Hecate tugged at the sleeve of the moon goddess, feeling that this so-called ‘human Wisdom’ really wasn’t worth watching.

“Let’s go, Selene. Divination tells me that this time on the land, I might meet an acquaintance.”

“But honestly, apart from Golden Mane, whom I know a tad better, do I have any other acquaintances?”

Perplexed and deliberating for a moment, she then chose to give up thinking, Hecate cheerfully added:

“Let’s go, let’s head west. I lived there when I was young and wonder how it’s now.”

“But, now that the Mount of the Gods has collapsed—let’s hope something remains~”

“The place where you lived as a child? That’s worth a visit.”

Nodding, Selene felt a bit of anticipation. She decisively left the thoughts of those two mortals and Prometheus behind and set off westward with Hecate.

However, just as Ossen and Momon hadn’t noticed them, they likewise failed to see three sneaky figures that had just passed by.

Of course, those figures hadn’t noticed them either.

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“Aging… Death…”

Reclining on a wooden bed, Momon was lost in thought.

After he had parted with Ossen, he had been trembling with fear for a while, terrified that the gods that had just passed by had not bothered with them but went to settle the score with the creator instead. But as time passed, he gradually calmed down.

Since disaster hadn’t struck from above, there probably wasn’t a problem. Now, alone on the wooden bed, relaxed, Momon began to daydream.

Unlike Ossen, who, like the creator, was confident in his exceptional Wisdom and therefore feared nothing, hence loved the most by Prometheus, Momon always pondered more deeply.

Deceiving a deity was possible only because the deity wasn’t present. When the day of Death came, when one’s soul faced the deity governing death, would they still be deceived?

He figured probably not. Although Momon didn’t yet know which god he would face after dying, it was surely a great Deity.

After all, as True Gods go, the creator had also mentioned that granting mortals eternal life was not a trivial matter unless the god held control over Life or Death itself. Only then could he make mortals immortal by other means.

“Forget it, there’s probably a very long time still.”