Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

He had chosen Momon over Ossen because the former fit the criteria better. There was no need to keep watch anymore, as Momon did not plan to speak now, it was very likely he would not do so later.

Signaling to the two deities who had been observing by his side, Mephisto took the lead and walked away from the human tribe. The place brimming with temples of various gods was ultimately not a safe place.

After all, as an extraterrestrial visitor, his aura was disparate from the current world. Ordinary deities might not understand what this feeling meant, but the powerful ones could recognize it.

“Are you human? Didn’t all of the Silver Humanity die during the epochal transition?”

It wasn’t long before they left the Bronze Humanity tribe when Keto, full of doubts, couldn’t help but ask aloud.

Regarding the handling of the “remnants of the old era” by the stealthy Goddess of Rainbow, Iris, Zeus had not publicized it widely. Therefore, the official word was just as Keto had said, it was all due to disasters at the time of epochal transition.

“Indeed, I was once a member of Silver Humanity.”

Nodding his head, Mephisto dissipated the dark fog that had enveloped them.

“But that doesn’t mean I still am. Silver Humanity had already diverged from the past before the great Lord of the Nine Hells elevated me to a quasi-godly entity.”

“Now, we call ourselves demons. And I am a lord among the demons.”

“I’ve been granted the third rank of nobility by the Lord of the Nine Hells, which he uses to classify the status and titles of Hell’s lords.”

Perhaps because he had once been in close contact with Darkness Source Power, or maybe because Hell had absorbed that portion of power and triggered environmental changes, the initial generation of demons had a natural affinity for darkness.

Moving about in the mortal world, Hell’s blessing had already been greatly reduced, but Mephisto’s affinity for darkness had not. These forces, known as ‘elements’, did not reject his summons; rather, they obediently shifted according to his will.

This creation called the Magic Net was indeed peculiar. Though it restrained elements, it did not refuse any being from using it, as if it were merely a tool for organizing power.

However, regardless, this was a good thing. Being able to manipulate elemental power meant that he had numerous more means at his disposal in the Mortal Realm.

Moreover, if the human he encountered earlier drank his blood, he should be able to obtain some similar powers.

“A title?”

Once again, Keto heard a foreign term but was roughly able to grasp the meaning of the words.

It was probably like the Divine Power Level among deities, a classification of the power of these special ‘territorial gods’.

“So what exactly are you here for, just to chat with a mortal?”

Shaking his head slightly, Mephisto did not expect the other party to understand his intentions.

“The explanation is rather complicated. Instead of focusing on me, perhaps you should consider your own situation, madam. Since you have left Olympus, it means that, in the eyes of the Divine King, your status is probably less than that of your enemies. Therefore, you need to find a sufficiently powerful entity for protection to continue doing whatever you wish.”

He spoke calmly; Mephisto wasn’t planning on looking for another human right away.

The vast majority of Bronze Humanity was still devout, completely unaware of the little schemes their creator and priests were up to. In such circumstances, even if he could persuade a few by words, it was not worth the effort.

Using the simplest methods to achieve the most, that was his life philosophy. And even if it had only been half a day, Mephisto had already grasped the current state of the human tribes.

Like a volcano on the verge of eruption, it was only a matter of time before it blew. He didn’t need to do anything extra; he just had to select a few suitable candidates among the priests and then quietly wait for Prometheus to hasten his own downfall.

It would be then, when humans lost their creator, that they could be thoroughly corrupted from top to bottom.

“So what do you need me to do, and what will you give me in return. Up to now, I still don’t even know who you mean by the ‘Lord of the Nine Hells’.”

In ignorance of the plans the person before her had quietly made, Keto furrowed her brows and asked.

“Moreover, is ‘faith’ the secret you mentioned about the Divine King? Because I don’t feel that power at all.”

“Of course, you wouldn’t feel it. You are not a natural deity, a part of the world itself, which can receive some faith from the places related to you where humans live, whether they are aware of you or not. Nor are you the founder of some human skill, culture, or legend that can draw power from it.”

“If any god could obtain faith, then it couldn’t exactly be called a secret, could it? Why do you think the Divine King forbids humanity from nearing the sea?”

Mephisto said indifferently; he had felt faith before.

After becoming a lord consecrated by the Lord of the Nine Hells, he could gain bolstering from his ‘domain’ and possess quasi-godly power, though most of it was cut off upon entering the Mortal Realm.

The other demons residing in his domain inadvertently provided him with that bit of faith. Although the proportion was small, it existed nevertheless.

“Faith and such matters have nothing to do with you for now. That will be the key contention of truly powerful deities in the future… I can almost foresee it. Sooner or later, the Divine King of Mount Olympus will grant humans the ability to proliferate, and there may come a day when the gods will take sides against each other because of this.”